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mysterygrl20 · 1 year

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need a new bl show to watch but unsure of how spicy it is? someone made a spicy index list

🌶️ - Bell pepper - longing glances, maybe a caress and pinky touch, solid hugs, no kisses (Cherry Magic)

🌶️🌶️ - Jalapeño popper - 1 or 2 kisses, closed mouth or hidden behind camera angles, full of cheesy emotions but not sexual (Mr. Unlucky has No Choice but to Kiss)

🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Sriracha - at least 1 decent kiss, actual makeout with or without tongue, but clothes stay on (Bad Buddy, Semantic Error)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Birds eye chili - multiple solid kisses and some clothes come off, but cuts away before any pants come off and hands generally stay above the waist, it's implied that they have sex but we only see the very start of the encounter (609 Bedtime Story, Between Us, Until We Meet Again)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Specialty hot sauce - all or most clothes come off at least once, full on simulated sex happens though it can be masked with sultry background music and may or may not include an implication of climax (Ghost Host Ghost House, Cutie Pie, Long Time No See)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Carolina reaper - full nudity at some point, though junk may be cleverly hid with angles and conveniently placed furniture, these boys fuckin and there ain't no ambiguity about it, sexy sounds at full volume rather than replaced by music or voiceover (Kinnporsche, Love in the Air)

🌶️☠️ - Pepper spray - there's full on sex and/or nudity but it's not pleasant or intended to be sexy, can apply to graphic SA scenes or just the marketing campaign for Dangerous Drugs Of Sex

(the show list isn't fully comprehensive yet but a great start)

#thai bl #bl series #kdrama #jdrama #cherry magic #kinnporsche #mr unlucky has no choice but to kiss #609 bedtime story #between us #until we meet again #ghost host ghost house #cutie pie the series #long time no see #love in the air #lita #bad buddy #yes this is basically the citrus/lemon scale

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numomuo · 9 months

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So is there a name for Danny PHANTOM X Valerie gray them in specifics... LIKE I KNOW GRAY GHOST BUT EVERYONE POST THEM UNDER GRAY GHOST AND I NEED TO BE SPECIFIC (I find it funny I ship a paring of the same people more than them with themselves || did I word that right??|| ☠️)

(I'm most likely gonna finish this one)

Okay here's a sketch dump

Side notes- I live a good happy life thinking Dani moved in with Valerie because... Why is a little girl roaming the earth?

- I wanted to give Valerie Suit a more mega robot death kill feel. I also wanted to add some orange

-For the beach one It's Dani's first time seeing a crab(I can't draw Crabs ☠️) Valerie took her to the beach.

#danny phantom #phandom #valerie gray #valerie #valerie grey #danny #dani phantom #ellie phantom #i love Valerie and Dani so much #DANI IS A LITTLE GIRL A BABY A CHILD COME ON NOW...#dose Phantom x Valerie have a ship name please 😭#gray ghost #citrus butterfly

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ghosthouseart · 6 months

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peachtober day 10: CITRUS

[image description: a black and white illustration with pen outlines of several blobby ghosts in a net produce bag, like oranges. three more ghosts float upwards from the sides of the bag. the background is a gray watercolor wash. /end i.d.]

#watercolor #pen #ghosts #oranges #citrus #peachtober #peachtober23 #inktober

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puppercupboard · 1 year

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Summoning

Ship: Secondo/Dew Rating: Questionably NSFW Contains: Very Lite D/S themes, Non-explicit dirty talk, Cardinal Secondo(Referred to by Brama), Demon Dewdrop Summery: Dew is a mouthy brat even before becoming a ghoul. Unfortunately for him, he's also entirely unprepared for a human who knows what to do with that.

There was only one thing for certain about any summoning, no matter how experienced one was with doing them - they sucked. No matter how smooth they went - and they rarely did - they were taxing in a way that few other things were. They left one aching and sore on all levels, from the physical to the spiritual. Brama has known this since he was given that designation - a Cardinal’s name as reward for his first successful summoning.

His older brother had put up more of a fuss than their father had about his volunteering for it - just more proof for him that Nihil didn’t care much for his second in line, not when his older brother was so clearly the favorite for taking over the papacy. And with his baby brother being the darling of the flock, Brama felt he need to step up his game. He’d not been talked out of it.

He had done a few of them in the years since then - just never for himself.

He was well familiar with the ritual leading up to the summoning at this point. The methodical bathing was handled himself, though overseen by a senior member of the church to ensure it was done properly. The apotropaic mark is paint across the span of his chest in cooled ash suspended in oil. The taste of flesh and wine lingers on his tongue even as he lays back in the sigil - as much a means of providing him strength as it was an offering to the demon that would soon be using him as a doorway.

The candles light one at a time, the last being left unlit for a brief moment while the woman guiding the event asks him if he’s ready. He nods, and bites back a playful remark as the last candle sparks to life. Instead, he closes his eyes and focuses on breathing, slow and steady.

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The drop hits him like a wave slamming into him at the waist, bending him in half and and dragging him under.

The water wraps around him fast enough that for a brief moment, he thinks that the demon already has him. Then he realizes that he’s not sinking, the water was just rising far faster than he’d anticipated. He feels weightless, surrounded on all sides by water that was just a bit too warm to be comfortable.

He turns to look over his shoulder, ensuring that he wasn’t going to be snuck up on, before turning forward again - just in time to see the rapidly approaching form of the demon that had answered his call. For a moment, he thinks the demon plans to slam into him full force, putting him on the physical defensive before he’s even had time to speak a word.

Thankfully, that doesn’t happen.

Instead, the demon’s slows slightly over the last few yards, enough to twist and swim around him in a circle - tight enough that he could reach out and touch the gorgeous fins. They covered the full length of the demon - short, if one didn’t count the added length of his tail - every one of them a pale, dusty pink that passed through pastel blues on it’s way to a purple the color of the night sky. He doesn’t get the chance before the demon’s face is back in front of him, all soft angles and features that were delicate but sharp - large eyes solid black, save for a ring of silver that could only be the iris with the way they surround his pupils. Hair paler than moonlight floats around the both of them as the demon gets settled.

Gorgeous.

“I want to offer you a position among my ghouls,” Brama’s voice echoes through the water, bubbles rolling up from his mouth with every word. A little off script from his usual offer to serve the church, but after seeing the demon that has answered his call, he can’t help but feel a little selfish.

The laugh that the offer gets makes him set his teeth in response. Cruel, but clearly made to echo through the water in a way that his own voice was not. “I’m not in the business of serving humans, what makes you think you’d be any different.”

The statement doesn’t phase Brama - he doesn’t know any manner of demon that would answer a summoning and wasn't willing to serve humans, however complex the standards that one might have to meet to earn that service. He’s sure he’s up to the task, even if he’s not quite as sure he’ll have the time to prove it. Water ghouls were a time sensitive process, after all - the apotropaic mark paint on him protect him from actual possession. It did nothing to protect him from drowning, whether that be the demon’s doing itself or just because he’d spent too much time talking.

“I could make it more than worth your while.” Brama’s tone doesn’t waver, even as the demon shifts and begins to swim around him again, wider circles - no longer close enough for Brama to touch.

A shame, maybe he should have taken the chance when he’d had it.

“Drowning you could be worthwhile too.” The threat is clear in the tone that the demon uses. Clearly, he wasn’t one to appreciate vague promises.

“You’d get nothing out of drowning me but the pleasure of doing it once.” The bubbles stop, a sign that the timer has started ticking down.

“Once might be all you’re worth.”

The demon has a mouth on him, that’s for certain. But he almost seemed to be all bluster - fluffing up like a betta fish flaring at anyone who passes the tank. “If you thought that, then why haven’t you drowned me already?”

The demon whips around to get in Brama’s face, white hair just as puffed up by the motion as the large fins that he flared wide. He seems quite a bit bigger that way, and those teeth he bare at him were certainly sharp. Brama doesn’t flinch, though. If he flinches, the pretty demon might slip through his grasp - or worse, make good on that threat to drown him.

His hand lifts as quick as the water allows, and he grasps the demon’s face - gentle but firm, keeping his fingers out of the way of those teeth. He can feel the tiny scales that cover the demon’s face, iridescent in the light streaming down from above them, hitting every tone in his fins and then some.

“You don’t want to drown me.”

The confidence with which he says it might be undue, but he's not going to waver when he can see that he's thrown the demon off. Perhaps entirely off, if the way that his flared fins fall still and his eyes start flicking back and forth - probably trying to figure out which eye of Brama's he should be looking at.

He settles on the white one.

"No, what you want is proof that I'm not going to roll over because you got a little mouthy."

If he fucked this up now, he might actually drown whether the demon intend to do it himself or not. That was a threat looming over his head that he's not unaware of, but if he showed weakness now, it would be a sure end to the negotiations. The demon would slip from his grasp and he'd have his first unsuccessful summoning. He can't have either of those things happen.

"Nothing to say to that?" The question is rhetorical, and he doesn't give the water demon time to answer. Not that he's sure that he could get his thoughts together that quick regardless. "Good, as pretty as you are, you're even prettier when you're minding that tongue of yours."

The demon looks like he’s not quite sure how he got here. Silver irises are like thin rings of light swimming in darkness, mouth slightly agape. He looks good like that. Brama imagines that he would look just as good on his back, hair fanned over the sheets and moaning.

He leans in a bit closer, the demon’s eyes tracking him the whole way. He’s close enough that he could have kissed the demon’s cheek with ease. He’s also close enough that the demon could have put those teeth to use with great effect.

The demon doesn’t even try. He’s got his undivided attention, and he was living for every moment. He could feel the water rushing past his gills at this distance - an odd sensation but one he would gladly get used to if it meant more time around the demon in his grasp. He had potential, and that attitude meant that he’d be unlikely to show just *anyone* what a diamond in the rough he was.

“Why don’t you behave yourself for me. Come be one of my ghouls, and let me show you how well I can handle a pretty thing like you. ” Brama’s free hand wanders down the length of the demon, starting just under his pecs and moving along his slender waist to the Demon’s hip. No sense in not touching him, if he was going to be playing up the seduction to secure himself this demon. Even if he didn’t he didn’t, and the demon decided to run off, he’d have at least gotten to feel the lean frame of the demon under his hand.

“I know you can be be a good boy, Dewdrop. Come with me."

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The cardinal’s body arches off the shape burned into the wood beneath him. Brama’s eyes fly open and he twists, turning himself onto his side as he coughed up water - the taste of sulphur and salt linger in his mouth well after he’s stopped. No meat or wine in the mess he’s made, only water. A few hacking coughs later, and he looks across the room where the offered body had been laid out.

The candles around the both of them had been extinguished, and while Brama had been coughing up water, the new ghoul was instead sitting in a puddle of it, mist settling around the small, silver haired form that was looking back at him.

He smiles, self-satisfied, and he wonders if the taste of salt water will linger in his mouth with this ghoul as the taste of charred meat had lingered with the last one.

#pupper writes #'questionably nsfw' don't look at me you're lucky i didn't give into instinct and use the citrus scale #i would have post this some other way but like hell im going to figure out posting to AO3 so i can be witnessed further #secondo #secondo emeritus #secondo ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #dewii #secondo/dewdrop #secondew #the band ghost #drops this and runs

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citriarchive · 26 days

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this is DEATHBODY all over again why is it always the songs vane lily has at least a fucking hand in that just grab me by the throat like "congratulations im your entire brain now". and why is it Meat Girl™. oh my god.

#; the citrus speaks #butcher vanity #first it was a collab with ghost and carbon monoxide #and now it's a collab with jamie paige and rice deity #and then there's the in betweens #perfectly sweet‚ lamentations‚ fucking anything from qualia automata #vane lily grabbing me and smiling really big but it's a threat and a promise #also ricedeity's design for yi xi. woof. hello.#love women.#anyway

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Feeling very anxious and filled with self-doubt so the answer was more GhostRoach

Also at the vote of the discord Roach is Trans here now

Honeysuckle and Citrus (2)

Description: Ghost is injured in the streets of Al Mazrah. He follows the scent of honeysuckle and citrus to safety.

Pairings: Ghost/Roach

Warnings: smut, abo dynamics, they both consent and fully know what they're doing, but its not explicit and could be seen as dub-con on Ghost's half (due to losing himself to instincts) (it isn't meant to be outside of like one moment but that's just a kiss. Everything after that, and he's in full control of his actions.)

He was separated from his team. Their comms were down. They were ambushed. He was bleeding.

It was meant to be a simple deployment. A quick and simple deployment with him and Soap leading a small team into the city to collect intel. It had been a trap, he should have known it was a trap. He should have smelled it, he could usually pick up scents even through the suppressants that enemies often wore to try to hide themselves. He hadn't smelled them this time, he hadn't picked up on it and he knew exactly why.

They'd been approaching the building when the scent hit him, caught on the wind and faint, but it was there. It had pulled him to a sudden stop in the street, his entire body going tense as his mind begged for him to follow the lure of it. His body ached with the need to chase it. Honeysuckle and citrus. His mouth watered just at the scent. Somewhere in the city he and his men were working through was an omega. An omega who smelled of honeysuckle and citrus and who Ghost felt like he had to find.

He'd only been broken out of his trance by Soap landing a concerned hand on his shoulder. A quick shake and call of his name was all that it took for him to come back to himself. He had a job to do and he wouldn't sacrifice that, not for anything. Not for that tempting scent. He refocused himself and ordered the men forward, trying to shake off the fog that had taken over his brain.

Even as they neared the building, even as he should have been able to tell that there were men waiting on them, he could only smell that sweet scent. He could taste it on his tongue. He missed the scent of the men who'd readied themselves to ambush them and, as soon as they'd breached into the building they were overwhelmed.

Ghost recognized what they'd walked into immediately and he was quick to order the team into a retreat. The men inside the building followed them out and, as their fighting moved into the streets, Ghost caught the glint of a sniper scope in the corner of his eye just a second too late.

Pain exploded against his left side and he could feel blood begin trickling down his leg. He was lucky, he'd been moving the right way so the bullet had missed its likely target of his head or heart. He was quick to put down the sniper, even as pain threatened to drive him over the edge.

He could hear Soap calling out for him in concern as the men trying to kill them split the group up, forcing them to take different directions. He managed to pull a stim from his bag and stab it into his leg, feeling immediate, but temporary, relief flood him. Hopefully it would last long enough to get him and his team out of there.

"Soap," he'd hissed into his comms, "everyone listen up. Split off, use the city as cover and stay hidden. Reroute to one of the extraction points we discussed and, when you get there, send up your flare. Don't wait for anyone else."

"Ghost-"

"If you don't make it to extraction within three days, you'll be considered KIA. Now move!"

"Ghost, you're injured, we can meet up-" Soap tried desperately in his ear, his voice was cut off by the sound of gunfire from his side. Ghost clenched his teeth but gave a sigh of relief when Soap came back over a moment later to let him know he was alright.

Ghost slinked between the shadows of various alleyways, trying to lose the men he could still hear tracking his path. "No, get to an extraction point, Soap. That's an order!"

"But-"

"Just listen to me, Soap! It's too-" his comms gave a loud screech in his ear, forcing him to yank the ear piece out with a hiss. He gave an annoyed glance to the radio on his chest as he continued moving through the large city. He could hear less people behind him, which was good, but now their comms had been shut down. Likely by an enemy hacker. He was on his own and so was his team. He could only hope they would all make it out alive.

He continued darting through the streets, trying to ignore the way that his side was still screaming with pain and the feeling of his clothing growing wet with his own blood. After another twenty or so minutes of maneuvering through the city, he was certain that he'd managed to lose his pursuers.

He allowed himself to take a break in a small guarded alley. It had two relatively hidden entrances that he could watch easily, in case anyone tried to sneak up on him. He leaned against the wall of the alleyway, touching his hand to his side with a hiss.

Blood was still steadily dripping from his side and, as his adrenaline began to finally wear off, he found that he'd already lost quite a bit of blood. He felt unbelievably tired, his body weighed down in an odd way. He needed to stop the bleeding somehow. He'd already given himself a stim shot, and though he was sure it had helped somewhat, he was going to need something else to plug himself up. He decided to try some of the buildings in the area. Al Mazrah was abandoned, the people long evacuated when their home had turned into a battlefield. Often times they were able to find all sorts of things in the abandoned buildings, like something to help patch up a wound. At least temporarily.

He pushed himself off of the wall and attempted to begin down the alleyway, dumping most of his gear along the way. It was only weighing him down and he was trying to be quiet as he moved. He'd lost too much blood, though, and when he tried to move forward he found himself tripping, stumbling over his own feet and collapsing to his knees.

He gave a stuttered breath, trying to somehow find the strength that he needed to keep moving. He began to push himself up, but paused as his attention once again zeroed in on one thing. Honeysuckle and Citrus.

The scent was much stronger this time and he couldn't stop himself from following it. A snarl ripped from his chest as he forced himself to stand, his body screaming with protest as he began stumbling down the alley, tracing a line to the source of the scent with his nose. He pushed himself forward, crossing into different alleys and fighting his ever weakening body. He needed to find that scent.

It grew stronger and stronger until, as his body finally gave up on him and forced him to the ground at the edge of a random street, he felt that it was all around him. The smell was so close. So achingly close.

Black dots danced across his vision, the world began to grow hazy and fuzzy around him. He managed to note the sound of a car approaching his location before coming to a screeching halt close to his prone form. His hearing failed him after that, every sound muffled around him.

As he slowly faded out, the only thing that still rang clearly to him was the almost all consuming scent of honeysuckle and citrus.

Ghost's mind was hazy when consciousness finally found him again. He could only barely remember stumbling into that alleyway and deciding that he would need to find something to plug up his wound. Anything beyond that was a blank spot in his mind.

He came back to himself slowly, bit by bit. The first thing he regained was feeling in his wound, an unfortunate thing thanks to the pain that was panging continuously at his side. It was certainly much duller than he remembered it being, but dull for a bullet wound was still a painful affair.

He gave a low groan at the horrible feeling and, a moment later, he nearly jumped when soft hands hit his bare chest, gently pushing him back to a more relaxed position from where he'd started to squirm. His hearing came to him next as a voice, American, spoke sweetly to him. "Stay still, okay? I haven't finished redressing this, and if you move so recklessly you may split the stitches," the voice had a soft southern lilt to it. It sounded almost angelic to Ghosts ears.

The final thing that hit him was the overwhelming and all consuming scent of honeysuckle and citrus. It was dimmed slightly by, Ghost assumed, suppressants. Still, his nose was always too good for suppressants to hide something so sweet from him, something so tempting. His mouth watered at the scent and he found himself peeling his eyes open to try to catch a glimpse of the omega that the scent belonged to.

His eyes locked on immediately to a face of concentration, the figure in front of him making his heart stutter over rapidly. If he'd thought the man sounded like an angel, his appearance only added to that. His mind remained in a haze of honeysuckle and citrus as he stared up at the other man, letting those sweet hands skate across his skin and gently bandage him back up.

The other man didn't look at him, his focus solely on dressing the wound. Once he'd finished, he gathered up the dirty bandages and turned away from Ghost, moving across the room to toss them away. The man's sudden absence from his side had Ghost feeling on edge, his mind screaming out that he needed the other man close again.

Just as he started to push himself up, intent on following, the omega returned to his side, his hands grabbing at his arms to help gently move him into a sitting position. His hands were so gentle and the feel of them on his bare skin had his entire body alight with energy.

He looked back up at the omega's face and he could feel heat begin to creep in under his skin as he and the other locked eyes. Ghost considered himself to be very good at keeping himself in line. He was in control and had never before in his life lost himself to his instincts. Yet, in that moment, when the mysterious omega, with his sweet and tempting scent, met him with a gentle smile, he couldn't help himself.

His hand tangled in the other's shirt and he tugged him down, his mind delighting in the squeak that the other gave as he practically tripped into his lap. Ghost wasted no time in capturing his lips, licking into the omega's mouth with increasing enthusiasm. He could taste the man and he nearly groaned at the feeling. Every part of his body was screaming at him, telling him that this was right. That this was where he was meant to be. That this omega that smelled so sweetly of Honeysuckle and citrus, this omega was his.

Despite the suddenness of his movement, the other was quick to respond. Ghost had expected him to push him away, but instead, he was met with the pleasing sensation of the man pressing closer to him and responding to his kiss with just as much enthusiasm. Moments later, and he'd tossed a leg over Ghost's lap, straddling him as he wrapped his arms around Ghost's neck and pulled them close enough that their chests and lower halves were pressed together deliciously.

Ghost couldn't breathe, and he couldn't think. He needed to feel. He needed to let the scent of the other man overwhelm him. He needed to bury himself deep and take. Overwhelmingly though, as he continued to ravage the other's mouth, as their lower halves grinded together slowly, as the sweet scent of slick clouded the air, he decided that he needed to taste.

His hands moved quickly, popping the button on the omega's pants and tugging down his zipper before he could even react. The other pulled his mouth away from him quickly, his face red and his eyes blown out wide as he stuttered, "W-woah, hey, let's just- just calm down for a moment." A high whine escaped his throat when Ghosts hand tucked itself into his pants, just pressing over the heat of him with his palm. He stopped himself, though. He may have lost control for a moment, but if the omega told him to stop, he'd stop. He aimed to please, not to harm.

The omega panted for several moments, grinding down just slightly against his palm, his head tilted back to expose his throat. Ghosts mouth watered with the sight of it. He wanted to bite. He wanted to stake his claim. A low rumble started in his chest, and it pulled the omega's eyes to his face again.

Ghost could see that the other had gone hazy as well. He could see the clouds in his eyes. He was surprised and impressed when the man calmly asked, "What's your name?"

Ghost shuddered at the sound of the man's sweet voice. He tilted forward, letting his heated forehead rest on the man's shoulder. He was close enough that he could take in more of that hypnotizing scent, but far enough away that he didn't have to worry about losing himself and trying to bite the other. "Simon," his eyes went wide, startled when he realized that he'd just given his actual name to this omega. To this sweet stranger. "Ghost," he corrected quickly, "Ghost."

"Ghost," the other man said his call-sign carefully, as though testing it on his tongue. His hand started trailing up the naked skin on his back, and Ghost gave an embarrassing whine when the man tested his actual name next, "Simon." There was a low chuckle before the man continued, "I like Simon better. Can I call you that? When it's just us?" He paused before adding, "When we're like this?" He ground down against Ghost's palm again and Ghost wanted nothing more than to sink into him in that moment.

"Yes," he panted against his shoulder, "whatever you want. Call me whatever you want." His voice sounded weak and desperate to his own ears, and the man's gentle laugh did nothing but pull another desperate whine from his throat.

"I'm Roach," the man spoke quietly. "You'll call me Roach, yes?" Ghost responded with several quick and desperate nods of his head, his body feeling heavy with his own need. "Simon," his name was spoken with breathy moan and he couldn't help but jerk his hips up, desperate for some sort of friction. The move caused his palm to grind against Roach again, forcing another moan from his lips. "What is it you want, Simon? What do you want to do?"

"I," Ghost had trouble finding the words. He was a desperate panting mess and, for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd somehow slipped into a rut without realizing it. That could be the only thing to explain his desperation for a man he'd only just met. But no, he wasn't in rut. He was in full control of himself still. He wanted this and, for once, he was going to let himself have what he wanted. "Please, I want to taste you."

The excited little rumble that Roach gave in response to his words made Ghost's chest tighten harshly, affection coiling inside of him. "Taste me then."

That was all the permission Ghost needed before he was quickly moving. Despite his injury, he had no problem flipping Roach onto his back and moving himself onto his knees. He made quick work of Roach's pants and underwear, nearly ripping them in his haste to strip the other man bare before his eyes.

He drank in the sight in front of him, watching as Roach's plush thighs squeezed together in a desperate move for some sort of pressure to his arousal. Ghost was quick to spread his legs apart, holding them open even as Roach's face went bright red under his hungry gaze. He drank in the sight of Roach's dripping cunt, his mouth watering at the scent that assaulted him. He tilted forward with a harsh groan, one of his hands slipping forward to brush along the man's cunt.

Roach jerked at the feeling, a gasp pulled from his throat as Ghost easily slipped a single finger inside of him. Ghost could have groaned at the easy slide he was given, the other man already seemed more than ready to be filled by something and his cock twitched in his pants at the idea of shoving the other's face into the mattress and taking him harshly from behind.

"Simon," Roach's voice was dropped into that airy moan again and Ghost answered with a groan of his own, "Please!" Roach gave him a pleading look and Ghost, willing do anything the other asked of him, was quick to comply with what he so obviously wanted.

He pulled his finger from the other man, observing the slick that decorated his fingers for a moment before bringing them to his mouth. The man tasted as good as he smelled and Ghost felt almost addicted to the taste on his tongue. He wanted more. He needed more.

He dived down then, pulling a yelp from Roach's lips as he quickly buried his face in the other's cunt, his tongue lapping up the slick that seemed to be dripping from the omega. He pressed himself closer, flattening his tongue against the others slit as his nose brushed teasingly against the man's clit. Roach gave a long moan in response, one of his hands quickly tangling in Ghost's hair to tug him closer.

Ghost dipped his tongue inside of the other man, collecting his slick on his tongue before swallowing it down with a groan. He took as much as he could, pressing harsh kisses to the man's cunt before diving back in for another taste.

He ran his tongue over the man's slit again, pausing from feasting on his slick to flick and suck at the other's throbbing clit. Roach was a moaning mess under the attention of his tongue, his chest moving up and down rapidly as he called out, "Please, God, oh, oh, Simon!" Ghost could feel pleasure curling in his chest at the sound of the other man calling out his name in that pretty voice of his.

Roach's legs locked around his head after one particularly harsh suck, but he was quick to grab the man's thighs, pulling them away from his head and pinning the other man down to the bed with his legs spread wide for him. He lowered himself back down to Roach's cunt then, dipping his tongue into the other man in quick thrusting movements occasionally he would curl his tongue against Roach's slick walls, gathering what he could and savoring the taste before swallowing it down.

Roach's scent was making his mind hazy and driving the burning arousal in his veins higher. It was overwhelming in the way that it flooded every part of him, painting his mind with thoughts of him and him alone. As he continued feasting on Roach, he distantly thought that he could die right there between the man's thighs as a happy man.

He pinned one of Roach's legs down with his arm and brought his hand quickly to the others clit to begin rubbing slow but harsh circles against him. The move was quick to send Roach's legs shaking, his hips thrusting up against Ghost's mouth as much as he could with the other pinning him down. "S-so good at this baby," he moaned out, his head thrown back against the pillow. "Simon, don't stop, just- oh God, just keep doing that."

Ghost had no plans of going anywhere, not when the man beneath him continued calling out his name, not when the slick that was pouring from between his thighs kept him drunk on its taste. Every part of him belonged to the man beneath his tongue, and he intended to prove himself. He intended to make himself useful.

Roach's legs shook and his words grew more desperate. His hands tightened in his hair, tugging him closer as he continued to work his tongue in and out of him and his fingers across his clit. Ghost allowed himself to be used, his hands letting up from the other's legs to allow him to grind himself desperately against his face. The sights, the sounds, the scent of the other man had his cock hard in his pants and his hips desperately grinding down onto the bed.

"Do you- fuck! Fuck, yes yes yes! Do you want to, to fuck me?" Roach managed to moan the words out after several moments. His hazy and glassy eyes met Ghosts and Ghost could only moan against the other's cunt and grind harder against the bed. "Y-your words baby," Roach gave a gasp, his voice going higher and his legs beginning to spasm. He was close to the edge. "You wanna fuck me? Gonna, oh God! Gonna fill me up?"

Ghost pulled his mouth away, quickly replacing his tongue with two fingers spearing in and out of the man in front of him. "Yes," he gave a whimper, "God yes." He darted back down, his tongue joining his fingers in fucking Roach open underneath him. He moved faster, curling his fingers inside of him and humming in delight at the deliciously ruined noises that it pulled from Roach.

He was quickly working Roach toward his edge, the only thing on his mind being his desire to see the man fall apart underneath his hands before he would fuck him. He needed to taste the evidence of the pleasure that he'd pulled from the other on his tongue. Roach's hips started moving quicker, grinding desperately against his face as his back arched up from the bed. All it took was one particularly clever twist of Ghosts fingers on his clit and Roach was giving a harsh sob of his name as his entire body shook. Ghost took his release gratefully, moaning at the taste of it on his tongue and grinding himself into the bed harder when he caught sight of Roach's blissed out face above him.

The man's scent gave away his satisfaction, the taste of honeysuckle and citrus on Ghost's tongue feeling particularly sweet with the clear sign that he'd done good. That he was the one who had brought such pleasure to Roach.

He continued working Roach through his orgasm, only pulling away when the other began to tug at his hair. A quick snap of, "Come up here, baby," had him scrambling up to hover over the man. Roach was giving him a lazy grin, and Ghost could tell that he was pleased that he'd listened to his orders. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" The words were said so sweetly and all Ghost could do was give a low groan and a nod in response. "So good with that mouth of yours, I'm tempted to make you stay down there all day. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," he managed to answer, "yes, could die happy between your legs." He gave in to his desire to bury his face in the other's neck then, a desperate, "Fuck," rumbling from his lips as his senses were once again taken over by the other man's pleasurable scent.

Roach gave a chuckle, one of his hands burying itself in Ghost's hair to begin working through the knots in the blonde. It felt good, so unbelievably good. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd felt so relaxed, especially while someone else was touching him. It was easy now though, it was like his body knew that it could trust the man holding him. It was like the honeysuckle and citrus was acting as a calming mechanism for his addled mind.

Distantly, he recognized what that meant. He recognized what all of the signs and symptoms he was experiencing meant, but he decided not to think about that. Right now, in this moment, he was content to not think. He was content to allow himself this comfort without the questions of what it would meant for the future. Of whether this man would truly want him or not.

After several long moments, Roach gave a hum, the noise pulled Ghost to peek up at his face from where he was still delightedly breathing in the other's scent. He met Roach's eyes and the man gave him a small smile, "Still wanna fuck me?"

Ghost jumped up again and Roach gave a laugh at his eagerness, grinning as their lips connected once again in several slow and intense kisses. "Can I?" Ghost asked against the man's lips, "Please?"

Roach kissed him again for another long moment before pulling back. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud knock on the door. The noise started Ghost and he was quick to turn, groaning a bit at the way the odd angle he held pulled at his wound. He'd quickly fixed himself in front of Roach, his teeth bared. It was a protective stance, one that he'd jumped into because of the way that the noise had startled him. Through the haze of Roach's scent, he could make out the smell of another alpha on the other side of the door.

"Calm," Roach's hands smoothed over his shoulders, trying to relax him with slow strokes across the skin. It worked enough for Ghost to allow himself to be pulled back carefully to rest against the other man's chest, his mind soon comforted with the feeling of Roach's hands running softly along his skin. "Yes?" Roach called to the door after a moment.

"It's me," a man on the other side of the door responded, "everything alright?"

Roach seemed to know the man who had interrupted them and he gave a fond huff before responding, "Everything is fine Paul, what is it?"

"I have that information you asked about and," there was a pause, "There is something out here you need to deal with," the man responded. Ghosts mind ticked with suspicion. This conversation was particularly vague, likely on purpose. Likely so he wouldn't know what was being discussed.

There was a pause before Roach gave a small curse, "One moment!"

Ghost gave an annoyed whine when the warmth of Roach disappeared from behind him. He tried to push himself up to follow after the man, but Roach was quick to turn and press him back to the bed. He gave him a small smile before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips then his nose. "Sleep, baby," he muttered against his lips, "Get some of that energy back and, when I come back, I'll let you fuck me. Sound good?"

Ghost nodded carefully. He didn't feel tired, but Roach was telling him what to do and, still drunk on his taste, Ghost would listen to his orders. "Okay."

"Good boy," Roach gave another quick kiss to his lips before stepping back. Ghost watched him dress silently and, though he didn't like it, he watched him walk toward the door and dissappear out of the room with only one last grin sent his way.

Once Roach was gone, it was like all of the energy was sapped from his body. Whatever bit he'd managed to muster up for the other man was gone and he was left with his eyes going heavy and black dots dancing in his vision again. When he closed his eyes to blink, he found himself asleep.

Jackson's face twisted up with something sour for only a moment, but Roach still caught it. He couldn't help but feel bad, he knew that the other man could likely smell the sex on him.

He hadn't planned to sleep with the sweet smelling man in the other room, but Ghost was too tempting and when they'd kissed, he just didn't want to stop. Still though, as he stood now smelling of sex beside his best friend and man he knew had deeper feelings for him, Roach couldn't help but feel bad.

Jackson hid whatever he was thinking well and, as usual, he didn't judge Roach in the slightest. He still showed that same respect, adoration, and deference that he always showed. Roach appreciated the man more than anyone could really know.

"What's happened," he spoke quickly, "you have the information on him?"

"Not exactly what you wanted," Jackson answered, "No file, but we know who he is."

Roach felt his brows furrow and he shook his head, biting his lip in confusion. They'd found Ghost in the streets with a bullet wound which meant, likely, that the man had to work for someone in Al Mazrah. Roach had hackers in every database across the place, how could it be possible that they didn't get a file on Ghost. "I don't understand?"

"You remember we intercepted that call between those two AQ leaders?"

"The one about their plans to ambush a military detail?" Roach tilted his head, "What does that have to do with this?"

Jackson was quick to guide him toward his desk, motioning for him to take a seat at his computer where there was a video waiting for him. He clicked play, watching the security footage from a building within the city. There were a few moments where nothing happened before a group of men rounded the corner and began moving closer to the building. Roach's eyes widened as he registered what Jackson wanted him to see.

"The military detail that got ambused," Jackson leaned against the desk, tilting his head at Roach, "he was a part of it." He motioned toward the room that Roach had only just emerged from.

Roach could feel his heart drop into his chest as he stared at the grainy footage that still clearly showed the man laying in the other room, wearing the mask they'd found him in and all. After several moments, he let several expletives fall from his mouth. Of course with his luck he, a crime lord establishing himself in the area, would find himself a potential partner in a member of the fucking military. Of course his luck couldn't make things simple for him.

He cursed again. He was so fucked.

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghostroach #ghost x roach #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #honeysuckle and citrus #john soap mactavish

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ghostchems · 10 months

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Could I maybe request "I just want to hear your voice?" With Copia and cirrus? I may ship them sweetly

this is just very short fluff with some mischief. but also just fluffy fluffy

It was unlike Copia to be here. Of course, Cirrus didn’t mind — he had been off doing clergy duties for what seemed like forever now and it was nice having him around, even if being in a place typically reserved for ghoul seemed to spook a few of them. She noodled around on her keyboard, her eyes watching him through her mask as he scuttled about the practice room. He made small chit chat with the other ghouls, those that were still around anyway.

She waited patiently. Usually, she was a firecracker, demanding attention when she wanted it but with Copia, there were times where she became a bit shy. The other ghouls noticed and gave her a hard time about it but she wasn’t above clamping her teeth down HARD on one of her peers' arms and refusing to let go until they apologized.

“Heya, boss man.” Cirrus chirped as he reached her and she moved her fingers away from the keys.

“A-ah, hello, eh, Cirrus.” He smiled brightly at her, the mustache twitching on his upper lip. If she wasn’t wearing a mask, her cheeks would be obviously very bright red. Swiss gave a dramatic cough from behind them and Cirrus’ eyes snapped to him. He coughed again and walked away from the two of them.

“What’re ya doing down here with us ghouls, huh Papa?” She reached for her new cape and ran it through her hands.

“Oh, y-you know…” Copia looked around before leaning in to her slowly. “I j-just wanted to hear your voice.” He smiled again but this time he attempted to look a bit more flirty.

“BARF!”

Swiss coughed and then looked at the two of them. They had both snapped and the combined glare they hit him with was enough to make him leave the room with a snicker.

#Copia x cirrus #Cardinal Copia x cirrus #papa emeritus iv x citrus #cirrus ghost #cirrus ghoul #swiss #swiss ghoul

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ghostiezone · 7 months

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Invertober Day 5- Citrus Root Weevil (Diaprepes abbreviatus)

Process video under the cut!

#invertober #invertober2023 #invertober 2023 #fossilforager invertober #bugs #weevil #citrus root weevil #october art #speedpaint #speed draw #artists on tumblr #digital art #ghostiezone #stuck-in-the-ghost-zone

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nuntia · 1 year

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Year Zero Nameless Ghouls' ….Names

first shared on Twitter (follow @untenerin, on tumblr is @agent1030)

[SECRETS FROM THE CLERGY]

It is still law to refer to Ghouls as "Nameless Ghouls", this is due to the purpose for which they were brought to Earth.

However, it is human nature to need to name everything and everyone. It was no different with the first Ghouls in the service of the Ghost project.

There are few written records, and all of them are from diaries or unofficial documents that Siblings of Sin left written. I gathered them all up together and concluded that the following names may have once been of the Ghouls of Year Zero:

Fire Ghoul – Agarat

Named after the similarities with the demon of the same name, who teaches languages, holds fugitives, has the ability to generate earthquakes and is endowed with the honour of bestowing noble titles.

Agarat is, immediately after Special, the ghoul who has the greatest facility with human languages. He is the one who often verbally conveys the needs and quirks of creatures like him so that humans can understand them.

After much hesitation, along with the Water Ghoul, he was one of the first to go to Papa Nihil to comfort him, breaking the old strict rules imposed by the Clergy that they could never ever, unless it is an emergency or required, be in the same room as humans.¹

Water Ghoul – Icarus

An incident witnessed by the Siblings of Sin on a full moon dawn, the Water Ghoul was named as the mythological figure after he leapt from a tree into the great lake of the Abbey with the membranes of his infernal form open.

He is, by the nature of his element, one of the most empathetic. He was the one who went against the rules of the hierarchy for the first time and entered Papa Nihil's room after the fateful day he and Sister Imperator ended their relationship.

He likes to cook, for some unknown reason. However, it never goes well and was the reason for the Ghouls' total ban from working in the kitchen.¹

Earth Ghoul – Rime

Not only is he called that because of his very good rhythmic sense, but because he likes to read and, under the influence of all the poetry books read, he involuntarily speaks in rhyme. At first, Siblings of Sin thought it funny, and then they often dared to go and talk to him just to hear him "talk like a Shakespearean character".¹

He is one of the strictest sticklers for the rules, choosing to stay in his room and appear to the humans only when absolutely necessary. The old cabin where the Earth Ghouls stayed during their heat was built by him, after he nearly collapsed the dungeons when he also activated the Fire Ghoul's heat.²

Air Ghoul – Citrus

Also obsessed with cooking¹, but he didn't know how to peel oranges and tangerines and squeeze them, spreading them everywhere. The smell didn't leave his skin for the next two weeks, as his skin is very porous and absorbs strong odours for a long time.

Three weeks later, the same thing happened with lemons and it was Sister Imperator herself who addressed him as Citrus. In fact, she wrinkled her nose at the strong odour, questioning "Citrus?" more to herself than anyone else. He had come to inform her that Papa Nihil requested her presence in his office, and answered her very simply to the (rhetorical) question "Yes, Ma'am." The Sibling of Sin who heard, began to call him that.

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And here I leave you with this information. If you wish, I can share some more curiosities. Just tell me what you want to know that I will search for all the answers to the last book in the library.

I remind you, however, that it is possible that there are other names by which they referred to these ghouls. If you have any information, don't be shy to share it!

May the Lord Below guide you into the night,

Nuntia

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ghostlylemonz · 7 months

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my top tip for really developing the design of your ocs? Make picrews of them.

Picrews are just silly little dress up games made by real people, all with their own unique art styles, which means the options that you have for each one will be different. This is gonna help you pick out those key features for your character that make them recognizable, and it’s just fun to do. Here’s some of my personal faves:

I do this with almost all of my ocs, and I know their designs and key features like the back of my hand. Have fun designing!!!!

#oc art #ocs #piccrew #picrew #oc tips #art tips #ramblings of a citrus ghost #did I mention it’s also great for curing art block

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thedaily-beer · 7 months

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Adnams Ghost Ship Citrus Pale Ale (Picked up at a Waitrose in London). A 3 of 4. Quite malty but has a few citric hop notes in the nose and throughout the body, as well as a relatively sticky lacing. This grows on you a bit as it warms as the citrus hop notes are more present -- it's quite good for a British style.

#adnams #ghost ship #citrus pale ale #pale ale #beer #British pale ale #waitrose #london #3

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