Hmm, if you ever feel like taking on a bigger smut prompt, I think it would be fun to see Ghost experimenting with the hooks he has in Love, and seeing how much he can drive her crazy with pleasure without even touching her, and/or blindsiding her by tugging and making her cum even sooner than she thought she could, AND/OR denying her in any number of ways (tapping, tugging, regular old brute strength). Hehe sorry ever since you posted your most recent smut blurb I’ve been thinking of all the ways Ghost can manipulate his darling during sex.
Don’t feel obligated to do this one! I just wanted to give some ideas in case you wanted to try writing more smut stuff
“Right. There,” Simon pulls a tether tight and your orgasm just… stops, or maybe it would be more accurate to say it just keeps going. He groans feeling you still flutter and clench around him, “Good fucking girl.” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts, your slick coating his length as he does his best to bruise you inside and out.
You squeak, vision starry, back arched, every muscle trembling just at the top of your arc. His thick cock burns as it stretches you, your walls clenching to try and keep him inside as he drags his fingers through your tethers. Each gold line keeping you taught on the crashing edge of orgasm with some wordless command you could never follow on your own. You have your pleasure, and now Simon is using you to get his.
You are so intoxicatingly warm and tight for him with your neck long and bared just for him to bite and mark. Your tethers cling to him like your cunt, desperate to be his toys. Each golden thread working to keep you exactly where he wants you. They know who they belong to. He adores you, you are the altar at which he finds divinity, the god that he worships, his love, his heart.
He presses deep into you, feeling you gasp and twitch as he leans over to nip at your lips. His sharp teeth scraping just enough for blood to bead against the plush pink of your lips, just enough for him to collect it on his tongue as he pulls your tethers tighter. You're always so sweet on his lips, so sweet when you whimper and beg for him.
Your toes curl against the sheets, trying to push onto him, or away from him, you really don’t know, can’t think past the slap of his hips and the wet sound of his cock pushing into you, hitting you just right every time.
Every movement from him sends sparks up your spine, makes the heat in the pit of your stomach continue to gush and drip from your poor cunt. This is better than any magic he could’ve hit you with, any other avenue of fucking you completely out of your mind. You cant think of anything but his cock and your own desperate clawing need. You need him to cum, you need to be filled with him, you think that’ll help.
You reach out and push your fingers against his chest, pressing against his sternum until it gives way to something warm and wet. You hook your fingers in it and pull. And oh he just purrs for you.
“Harder Love,” He tells you, you can almost feel his voice between your fingers.
“Simon, please.” He clicks his tongue.
“Ah ah, I said harder.” He pulls your tethers and you pull harder, feeling him shudder as his cum floods your cunt and he lets you crash over the edge into orgasm. And orgasm. And orgasm. Fuck how many is he going to put you through?
You pull at whatever your fingers are hooked on as your back arches and your stomach clenches tight. He bucks into you like you have a direct line to his cock. His fingers untangle from your tethers and wrap around your wrist, pulling it free from its hold, like he can't take it any more.
Simon pants, chest rising and falling heavily, hair stuck in the sweat on his brow. He looks at you like you're his world, you know the feeling. You put your fingers to your lips to suck them clean, and taste blood.
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where would the safe house be in the freedom au
would it be a bunker. is daisy a prepper
seeing somebody else call it the ‘freedom au’ has confirmed to me that it is in fact hilarious thank you.
anyways. to answer your question, the safehouse would definitely be somewhere in like montana or wyoming. maybe even in yellowstone if daisy got SUPER illegal with it. just somewhere remote and far from the institute (which is in manhattan in this au because my friend thinks its the most evil area in new york)
also montana/wyoming kinda match the level of ‘this shit breathtaking’ as the scottish highlands imho
like….this shit breathtaking
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Hey, I was looking through your stuff about Shadow of Shady Shore, and I really want to hear the lore behind it! Why is this random dad turning into a fluffy werewolf-adjacent monster? Who are the two women he hangs out with? Did he have a wife of some sort? You don't need to answer, but I am very curious.
The Random Dad's name is Luka (he/him). He's a divorced single father. His daughter's name is Harriet (she/they) but he calls her Bug.
One day he kinda just. melted. for some reason. and turned into that big snake/slug/ferret/werewolf adjacent creature you see in some of my drawings. He can shapeshift and hold that shape for only a certain amount of time so he uses that to take on human form to do normal people things like try to hold down a job and take his kid to school. They move to a tiny kind-of-quiet-but-not-really town called Shady Shore.
In Shady Shore, they meet some people like the person with the freckles who studies plants (Clover - she/her), and the tall guy with glasses (MJ-they/them), they're an artist and part-time waiter at a local diner. Clover also has a niece she takes care of named Bonnie (she/her). They all become become friends eventually, but I like drawing them post-becoming friends because i currently have no plans to do anything with this at the moment and just wanna draw em holding hands and doing chores. (burnout recovery reasons)
Luka's arrival to the town causes a bit of a stir as some of the townies spot him in the woods in creature mode and now everyone's on the look out for the mysterious cryptid that has suddenly shown up in town, both locals and tourists, alike.
He did have a wife at some point, but they aren't together anymore.
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"I think," Tim says, "that this is wholly unnecessary."
"Tough," Dick says flatly. "You came here, you know that?" Tim pushes his plate of eggs and toast away subtly and Dick unsubtly pushes it back at him. "Least I can do is feed you." If this can even count as feeding the kid. In Dick’s defense, the kid showed up at seven in the morning on an empty stomach, and Dick wasn’t going to leave him hungry.
"I'm just saying, I would’ve been fine with like, yogurt or some fruit," Tim says, but takes the hint and eats a bite of toast. He pauses, as if realizing, wait, he is hungry after all, and shovels egg into his mouth. He chews and swallows. "Woah," he says. "This is good."
"It's eggs and toast," Dick says. He didn't have any of the sugary stuff kids like, because he didn't shop with Tim in mind but maybe he should start doing so, if the kid’s going to keep showing up. And it's probably better than whatever he’s been making for himself in that house of his, because if the kid could cook semi-decent, he wouldn't be showing up hungry so often.
"Still good," Tim says stubbornly. He gulps down his orange juice and reaches for Dick’s pantry, digging out some bagels. Growing boys and their hunger. He tears off a bite of one with his teeth, just like that, "Batman's been doing better lately."
It’s always about Batman with this kid. Batman or Robin or both, and sometimes Nightwing or the Titans, if he's feeling generous. Dick, for once, would like to talk about something else. Like Tim’s school, the friends he doubtlessly has. Tim’s parents. Tim’s hobbies that don’t include interfering and stalking. "That’s good," Dick says.
"Mhm," Tim says. "Says he'll start training me soon too." He swallows a bagel—did he even chew?—and starts on another one. Maybe the kid shows up hungry because he’s expecting to be fed, and Dick never fails to do so.
That’s what he's getting at. Like Dick said—always about Batman and Robin with this kid. Dick makes a non-committal noise and drops Tim’s plate into the sink. "Good for you."
"So I was thinking," Tim hedges. Dick swipes the bagel he's eating, splits it, spreads some cream cheese on one side, and tosses it back at him. Tim fumbles, almost drops the bag and bagel, but catches it and takes a bite. Reflexes could definitely use some work. Not that Dick’s volunteering, just noting. "Oh, this is better."
"Have you been eating bagels plain your whole life?" Dick does the same on the other bagel half and tosses it to him—he catches it this time—and slides over the cream cheese and knife.
Tim says, mouth full, "thought it was something only old people could enjoy, like my dad."
Speaking of Tim’s parents, "your vacation week got extended, right?"
"Yeah," Tim says, swallowing. "It’s two now. They don’t know cause the school's bad at sending emails about that kind of stuff, and usually I'd mention it to them, but it's more convenient this way, isn't it?"
Little sneak. He'll make a good Robin once he gets out there, finally. Eventually. "Definitely."
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