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perpetual-fng · 3 months

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day 5 of drawing roach until he spontaneously appears in a random warehouse in MW4

#ghost staring right at him like ._.#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #random npc no.7 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod fanart #anii draws roach #aviiart #roach: casually sneaking a peek at a weapon of mass destruction

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ewwww-what · 13 days

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What a cool dude, I hope he isn’t haunted by memories of his dead friend lol

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strawberry-circus · 2 years

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Thomas Thorne 🤝 Moomintroll

Just straight up drowning themselves whenever life doesn’t pan out

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#yall dont know how long this has just been sitting in my phone #like the moment after I finished the episode I drew this out #just… stared at Thomas thinking of Moomintroll #thomas bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #bbc ghosts #incorrect ghosts quotes #source: MoominValley #ghosts bbc #i still have no idea how to draw him #he is elusive #like.. flynn ryder #just cant get his nose right

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oh-gh0st · 9 months

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Choromatsu leans in and brushes his lips against your forehead. His hand drops, and your bangs fall back into place, "I'll s-see you after work, okay?" That cute smile of his is going full force today. It's warm and oozing with mirth and just a touch of something else...

SNIFFLING..... O.. OKAY.......I will kill you though.

#ghost's asks #pause wait what is this ask in reference to... /gen #NOT U AS IN U DIVINITY. ILL KILL HIM.... STARES AT CHORO #god fucking. Fuck. FUCK!! I VCAN FELE MY LEG TENSING AGAIN #tbh i needed this. i feel so ooey gooey after reading this like 10 times. waaahhh......#ghost would say thjanks. then punch his stomach right after. they're really red btw

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transgenderdragons · 1 year

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never coming home, never coming home!

extras^^^^^

#ray toro #the ghost of you #mcr #my chemical romance #i KNOW the main focus is gerard. but ray was the one HOLDING MIKEY while he DIED ok. im normal about it #it was HIS JOB to save mikey it was HIM who had to see the life leave his friend's eyes. whatever. whatverwhateverhwtaevr I DONT CARE #and now he has to deal with the weight of that. hundreds of people die in war everyday but none of them were his friends.#because that would never happen right? because when this was all over they were all gonna go out for drinks again.#they were going to laugh and cry and hold each other and be together. be whole.#and now. something's missing. someONE is missing.#and no matter what anyone says. no matter what anyone tells him. in his heart. he will always believe it was his fault...#ANYWAYS. WHO CARES NOT ME.#tried to give him a thousand yard stare sorta look thats why his eyes have so much highlight i wanted them to look very empty...#the proportions are alittle fucked bc this was originally just a sketch but i liked it enough to color it so. love wins?#the bg is an edited screenshot from the video btw #my art

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writerfae · 4 months

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Did toddler Aiden do the thing where you look away for one minute and he's not there?

Henry definitely did it

Oh definitely. Both him and Henry were really curious toddlers.

You really had to keep an eye on him, he’d randomly run off if he saw something interesting.

He followed around cats. He followed around people (mostly just his family and their friends).

When he was fascinated with something, he’d sometimes stare at it very long with really big eyes. Sometimes he stared at something that even a half-fae like him shouldn’t be able to see.

He took things in his tiny hands and probably his mouth that a toddler has no business to take. Sharp objects, for example.

Just to name some things.

He could be quite the handful, sometimes. His family loved him anyway.

#toddler Aiden would be the first one to follow a will-o-wisp into the forest if you leave him unsupervised #top things for toddler Aiden to run after: his parents. Henry. cats. fireflies. insects #not to forget wood mice. lil Aiden’s ability to catch them outdid that of his family’s cat #speaking of cat you know how sometimes cats will stare really intensely at nothing like they see a ghost or something?#that’s Aiden with supernatural creatures #it didn’t happen often but there were at least two incidents where toddler Aiden scared the shit out of his family #because he saw a fae in disguise or something and stared at it but no one could tell why he stared #he once even had an ‘imaginary friend’ that turned out to be a wild fae child #can you imagine having such a baby? good thing his parents know about the other world #no wonder the parents of other human seers who are unaware of the other world get so scared that they kick out their child #this is just another reason why it was right to decide that Henry knew who he was #cause can you imagine witnessing your baby brother’s weird encounters with no idea what’s going on and stay sane enough to raise that kid?#writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder

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sturmhondsdemjin · 2 years

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No, because Eddie Munson being the Master of Puppets is also something that can be so personal. And sexy.

(See also: The idea that Steve Harrington is just an innocent silly little boy in their relationship is such a broken take.)

#a steve harrington ghost tweet #steddie shitpost #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #the fruity four and the california girls are all hanging out one day and steve just so casually drops a #‘he [eddie] can pull my strings anytime]’ and everyone … EVERYONE just stops. nancy is visibly shaken because she used to fuck with that #& robin is just ‘mmmmmmm … maybe try a brain-to-mouth filter?’ & jonathan is too high to give a shit #argyle is sitting there high off his ass but he got the spirit like ‘hell yeah bro get it’ … but it’s eddie … dear god is it eddie #who just sits there in his little denim dio jacket with his stupid messy curls and his goddamn ripped jeans that steve can’t fucking STAND #& he just sits back fully with his legs spread and he knows what he’s doing as if he didn’t plan to have steve all flustered at some point #eddie just kinda -crooks finger in come hither motion- then drops his voice all low and says ‘come here stevie …’ and just waits #he waits to see what steve is gonna do because he knows he’s got him — the man is BEET RED for fuck’s sake and he’s just staring doe-eyed #and of course once his brain starts working again he finally walks over there and eddie’s just like ‘what did you say?’#& steve is like ‘tell me what to do and i’ll do it’ he fully doesn’t care that they have friends over anymore cos he’s so far GONE #& eddie just says ‘sit. down.’ AND STEVE DOES. right there on his lap because HE KNOWS THE RULES. he’s a good little puppet #like … eddie just puts his hands on steve’s hair and tugs and tells him what to do and he complies cos eddie’s the puppet master isn’t he?#steve was never just an innocent little boy … everyone else was simply bullshit #‘obey your master’ indeed #[the shit my brain comes up with]

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abyssembraced · 1 year

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I was thinking about all my muses on this blog and noticed a few connections between them

#ooc #.🪲#.🏵️#.📚#((woah congrats robin your tags are finally being used dhshs))#((ghost and robin really do have quite a bit in common. kinda makes me wanna draw ghost in robin's robes or something))#((or maybe a bigger composition with all three muses))#((like. robin on the left; ghost in the middle; and ryunosuke on the right))#((man i wish we could use commas in tags dggshs))#((robin has grima behind him in the background. on the left side of ghost is the radiance and maybe also the shade lord))#((on their right side is the hollow knight. and finally ryuu has kazuma in the background))#((it'd make for an interesting banner for this blog but i definitely don't have the time to draw something as big as that))#((...nor the motivation really dghsdghf. i've got enough things i wanna draw as is))#((plus it'd become outdated the moment i decide to add another muse))#((and well. considering i've already mentioned possibly moving kiibo here... yeah.))#((and also thanatos is still staring at me from a dark corner of my room please send help /lh))

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kxllerblond · 11 months

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themes of duality are a curse because ill never get to have any sort of will/hannibal dynamic here because i already have it and it's just clark/himself.

#stares out a rainy window. puts my hand on the glass and whispers to myself #god i fucking hate my own muse i hate him so much #and clark is like a magnet in the sense he tends to repel any archetypes too close to his own and so he's just #bite bite bite at both types of characters lmAO #which ig can lend to some fun dynamics but he'll never have that mmm toxic obsessed stuff because he just like #dips. he ghosts. he's like oh nurrr i see to much of me in u gotta gooooooooooooo #or worse he pretends he doesnt and is instead just like ew ur gross for no reason im not projecting at all i just hate u and im also better #than u byeeeeeeeeeee xoxo #tbd #well ok ig if we're being honest he'd get along with will types better but he'd be able to see that shift and spiral and THEN he'd dip #but up until that point theyd be a power duo ig like omg smart besties #but hannibal types he goes for the throat right off the bat like it's on sight with them he just has a feral hatred immed kjfgbkfgh

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minamotosousuke · 2 years

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anyways I’m using my dyke powers to do a lesbian override... kou’s allowed to suffer from comp het

#literally as a 3 star butch general nobody can question me #look at that boy #he thinks he has to have a crush on a girl #I think he actually thinks he likes nene #like im sorry bby #you're over here drooling over mitsuba like staring at him like he's your entire world like #youre falling off of buildings saying you want to be with the boy forever #and dont even get me started with the tension like MITSUBAS right to call you a perv honestl y #unbuttoning your shirt and using your tie to tie his legs together ??#WHY #THERE WAS NO REASON TO UNbutTTON YOUR shirT #AT ALL #NONE #ZIP NADA #and besides all the blushing #like okay when has kou said he likes nene fr it seems like everyone else says he likes nene #teru's all jumping to conclusions #satou and yokoo too cause like tf they dont know kou's in love with a ghost #ANYWAYS #mr. 'i love her screams'#tsk #i cant #I LOVE HRE SCREAMS #WHO SAYS THAT #WHO #obviously a boy suffering from comp het

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lxvvie · 25 days

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Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

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bi-writes · 10 days

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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

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sistertotheknowitall · 3 months

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I love the idea of Danny being just Some Guy.

Like yes he’s Phantom, yes he has ghost powers, yes he’s the King of the Infinite Realms. But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.

They are positively baffled by him. Like he’s completely normal as far as they (and the background check) can see. Yet, he. Is. EVERYWHERE. (Not actually but it sure feels like it.)

The kids have a running bingo card of where he’ll turn up. Outside a warehouse they’re raiding? Check. Stopped a mugging? He was the one being mugged. Tim’s favorite coffee shop? He was just hired as a barista. Seriously it’s like everytime they turn around he’s there.

Which wouldn’t be such a problem if he REACTED NORMALLY. But no. He doesn’t flee in fear, stare in awe, he doesn’t even try to say thank you. This man looked Batman in the eye and called him the furry vigilante - TO HIS FACE! He casually referred to Dick as “the flying monkey one” to Red Robin while also calling Tim a literal walking Red Flag. When he crosses paths with Duke he doesn’t always speak but he does always give him a snack. (Sometimes it’s candy, sometimes it’s fruit but it’s always food. And he only gives them to Duke.)

He once told Jason that he didn’t care that he was a crime lord and built like a brick house, Danny would kick his ass and drag his “rotted milk soul” too hell if the gun fights kept going on past midnight. (He had exams in the morning damnit.)

He will only call Damian “baby ninja” no matter how many times the kid insists that his name is Robin.

Spoiler and Orphan? The only ones he’s respectful to but even they get the occasional random comment. (“It may be a Tuesday, but if the universe is gonna make me the human equivalent of a pin cushion then I have the right to keep the knife.”) (It was actually a Friday but who were they to argue with a man bleeding out in an alley.)

Eventually the Batkids start keeping score of who has had the most out of pocket thing said to them by this random white boy.

#batman crossover #batfamily #danny phantom #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny is a little shit #and a menace to society

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utilityknif3 · 6 days

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Nsfw!!! tehee

Imagine being Simon Ghost Riley’s ex wife who he can’t forget. You two have a son together and after being on a mission for a few weeks, he wanted to take him out somewhere for some quality time since you had full custody.

Even though he’s been away for only a few weeks, you two haven’t seen each other for months now.

…

Simon knocks on your door hesitantly. He wants to see you, he needs to. But when you open the door, he doesn’t know what to say.

You’re so beautiful, you changed but you’re glowing.

You just greet him with a simple “hi” and let him in. Simon walks in, lowering his head so he doesn’t hit it on the doorframe and you both sit on the couch and wait…

“He’s not here” you say, breaking the silence and trying to make the situation less awkward after a moment of silence.

“Where is he?” He asks with his deep voice and thick British accent that makes your heart melt each time.

“He’s at his friend’s birthday, he’ll be back later…in a few hours” you reply not daring to look at him in the eyes.

“In a few hours…aight” Simon passes a hand through his short blond hair, trying to think of something to say.

…

You two have been trying to hold a decent conversation for an hour now, catching up on your respective lives. He tells you about the struggles of his job and you tell him about whatever’s been bothering you lately…until you felt his gaze lower to your hand, especially the finger where your ring is placed, the ring he placed. The ring you can’t get rid of even though you tried to.

“You still have your wedding band?”

He asks as he stares at the ring he passed on your finger a few years before, as if he was mesmerized. He wished to do it again, and again… see you all dolled up in your pretty dress for him with that beautiful smile on your face. You two were so happy that day, like it was the best day of your lives.

He wished he could fuck you again like the night of your wedding, slowly and steadily. It was so intimate, just the two of you, his hair tickling your jaw as he pounded into you. He remembers the way your arms were wrapped around his neck and the way your hands would move to touch his hair. He remembers the sloppy kisses he gave you while he was listening to the soft symphony your moans were composing.

Simon snaps out of his transe when you answer

“Yes…it’s a pretty ring after all”

He nods.

He feels dumb for thinking that you two still had something; you moved on and it was clear.

He doesn’t want you to know that he kept the ring and a few of your things too. He doesn’t want you to know that you’re the one in his mind when he’s alone jerking himself off and overstimulating his soaked cock trying to recreate what you would do to him. He’s ashamed. The shirt that you forgot to get back from him had already been stained with his cum so many times that it doesn’t even smell like you anymore.

You already moved on but he didn’t, he never forgot your dates where you’d be just the two of you on the couch watching an old crappy movie. He never forgot the long hours he’d spend sleeping on your pregnancy belly while you’d caress gently his freshly cut hair. He never forgot the way your son would grab his big tatted arm in his small hands…He never forgot the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and taking him so well. The way you’d ride him on nights he felt tired, or the way your tongue would swirl around his tip, trying to milk every drop of cum he had left in him.

Simon loves you, he loves everything about you and never stoped loving you…

…

…that’s why you’re on the couch right now with his face buried in between your thighs. Simon’s tongue passes through your folds and teases your clit slowly while you scratch his hair. He’s so good for you, going a bit faster each time he hears you whimper.

The tip of his tongue teases your soaking hole while your toes curl around nothing.

After a moment of this sweet torture, he finally decides that his pants were getting too tight and stops licking you. He lifts his eyes to look at you, his face all red from embarrassment as your hand leaves his hair.

“Please, let me fuck you like you deserve” He asks politely while you’re panting heavily. At this point, his dick is the only thing you’ve been wanting. It’s been a while, too long.

You agree with a nod and he doesn’t hesitate to lift you up and put you gently on the kitchen counter. He used to make love to you for hours on it, it was the perfect height. He could fuck you from the front with your legs over his shoulders or from the back with your boobs pressed against the cold granite countertop.

He takes a moment to appreciate your body and watches you all vulnerable and needy for him. He wants to make you cry, to make you beg for more because he knows you will want more. He’s the only one who knows what’s best for you.

As you adjust your body on the counter, Simon hurries to take his fully hard boner out of his pants and boxers. It’s bigger than you remember, covered of his precum and ready to stuff you full of his semen.

You bite your lip in anticipation the moment he grips your thigh to holds it up. He’s so hot when he’s on top, his eyebrows are furrowed as he lines up his dick with the hole of your soaked cunt.

He puts it in with a low “fuck” escaping his lips. You feel so good around him.

Simon pounds into you, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, making sure to leave dark bruises on your skin. He’s loosing himself into your folds feeling your burning walls squeeze his cock too much for him to hold his orgasm.

He burries his dick deeply into you, his tip kissing your cervix at each thrust and eventually it begins to feel too stimulating, too good. Simon cums into you but doesn’t stop his hips from moving. The white substance drips down to the counter and his moans are higher and louder. Now, his thrust are messy and uneven because of the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling trying to bring you to your climax.

You reach it eventually, your own juices melting with his as you two are panting messes. Simon looks at you, at your beautiful face he missed so much. He won’t let you go again.

…

About an hour later, after a good shower, he randomly decides to kiss you and mumbles “I love you”

I know the end is ass idk how to end fics 🤯 and tbh I know that my writing sucks also bc I have great ideas but poor grammar and vocabulary 😓 I promise to get better bear with me 🙌🏾

#simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #mom reader #black reader #x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #smut #cod mw2 #cod smut #black girls of tumblr #cod x reader #cod x you #female reader #ghost x reader

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nerdpoe · 3 months

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When Dick called home, begging to come back from his undercover work, he dialed the wrong number. He dialed Fentonworks phone.

Jack Fenton answered.

Jack Fenton sounds so much like Bruce at first listen if someone is tired and emotionally wrecked that Dick started going on his tangeant, pleading to come home.

Jack Fenton doesn't mind more kids at all! Neither does Maddie!

Jack tells him to come home and gives him the address to Fentonworks, and gets the guest room set up and ready to go.

Dick, finally arriving three days later, still sleep deprived and not all there, stares at the blimp on the building and starts to think he may have dialed the wrong number.

He doesn't have time to cry and go back, though, because Jack and Maddie Fenton whirlwind their way out the door and corral him into his new bedroom, treating him like he's always been their son and he's just been gone for awhile.

And Dick...Dick needs this. He's three steps from a mental breakdown, can't think past two sentences worth of planning, and he hasn't slept in who knows how long. He can regret later, right now, he'll take it.

He allows them to tuck him into bed, allows himself to fall asleep, and leaves the freaking out to a more awake him.

Danny, meanwhile, is having a little chat with a few of the ghosts that regularly follow Dick Grayson, and goes invisible and intangible to just...fly over to where this guy had been and steal the info he was after.

Because holy shit, that dude looks like he needs a break.

Or: Dick gets adopted as an adult by the Fentons instead of Bruce, and gets a really weird support network.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt

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eternityofend · 1 month

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SAVE THE COW

MILK THE MILKMAN.

Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)

[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+

NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

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