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aethelwyneleigh27 · 4 months

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Realizations

Dad!Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader

Thank you guys so much for 1k, it means the whole world for me because now once did I expect to ever have my page grown this big and not once had I imagined that I would make these many friends here who happened to be so sweet. Also to @connorsui who has been most definitely been waiting the answer to this.

So in honor of 1k, I wrote this long awaited backstory for Ghost and Lovie (Ghostie's parents) that I hope you guys will enjoy since it so happens that our beloved @ave661 has posted another Dad!Ghost render. (Credits to her again for the renders in this post <3) (Sweetie, I love you but that tag on Soap with this render was unnecessary 😭🫶)

To the people who congratulated me, through replies, likes and reblogs, I owe y'all a fat kiss. Mwahhh <333

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Warnings/Disclaimers: Stalking (not by Simon), Typical mentions of CoD violence?, Mentions of Simon's past abuse, Creepy guy?? (Not Simon), Mentions of violent and a bit gory descriptions on what wanted to do to the stalker, This is not proofread yet.

With the words of my mother and in true reputation style, Are you ready for it?

I think I need to say this on my account again, English is NOT my first language and all copyrights regarding the plot and some characters within the storyline belong to me. Edit: please help me y'all, I'm losing so much relevance in the span of less than a month, my recent works have gotten nothing and I'm scared that this post proves that. I think I've learned my lesson never to take breaks ever again 😭

Simon never imagined himself in this predicament, always thinking that he'd be out there somewhere, more likely drowning himself in a mission. Not even a home, he thought that if it hadn't for your persuasiveness to interact with him back then then he'd still be back in that shitty apartment complex.

Simon placed his duffle bag on the wood of the porch, the jingling of his keys while he looked for the correct one. He tried his best to make as little noise as possible, it was passed midnight, the last thing he would want was to disturb his wife and daughter from resting.

Hauling the duffle bag in and throwing it on the couch, Simon opt to see what his girls were up to. The giggling and commotion making him smile, you both were supposed to be asleep by now but you were unable to put her to rest because she's just too hyper, so that left you to entertain her by tossing her up and catching her.

"Dada..!" A squeal from the room came, the little one snapping her head to the opening of the door making you look as well, Simon took a peek from the half-way opened door.

Adorable little thing clapping her hands together, pleased that her dad is home while sitting on her mom. She got off, crawling near the edge of the bed with no sense of danger, fortunate for her that her dad is quick with catching her before you could.

You took a deep breath from the shock, looking at your husband and smiling sweetly at him. He asked you not to get off the bed as you were about to, laying next to you he snakes his arm underneath you on your waist and pulls you in.

"I missed my girls.." He said, voice deep and laced with exhaustion, despite that his hold and gaze was the warmest it could be.

"We missed you too Si, so much." You mumbled as your eyes flutter shut to enjoy his touch. You opened them to the sound of a kiss, he kissed the little one's forehead then yours.

Sometimes you vaguely remember the first time he and you met, how it even came to be, this life of domesticity. You, him and your little girl, family is a heavy word for Simon but it was just perfect. This was the family he wanted, the family that he thought he didn't deserve and never would have.

The feeling of coming home to all this started because you were so forgetful, who knew that would be the skill that brought you to him..?

• ──── ✦ ──── •

He emptied his pockets, to the lieutenant's dismay, the box of cigarettes only had one stick left. Since he was going out to smoke it anyway, he might as well get another box from the convenience store nearby. He took his keys from the kitchen counter and headed out, hearing a little commotion that peeked his interest.

Simon never paid much mind to whatever was going on within his apartment building despite the many gossips that were present within the building and the renters. So it happens that the old lady next to his place mentions how they'll be a new tenant in the other apartment next to his.

'Thank God' Simon thought, not that he was particularly religious but he'd been hoping for the longest time for the former renter to leave because let's be honest, who wants to live next to a frat boy with no sense of shame or consideration given that walls are thin? Little did he know he'd be blessed with the next one..

"Oh- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.." Simon hears a voice from a little below him, he'd only register what had happened after the fact. Poor girl carrying this box bumped into him a little too hard, so much so that she stumbled back a bit.

You stared up to the 6'4 man blinking, he only shrugged it off to which you smiled to. You tried to make small talk since you were new and it wouldn't hurt to at least know one person right? After all, you were trying to step out a bit of your comfort zone.

"Hi.. I'm [Name].." He only stared at you for a while and replied, "Simon.." you gave him a warm smile before nodding and continuing to bring the boxes into your new apartment while your new neighbor entered the elevator.

You cut the boxes open to start unpacking, a few minutes in and you decided to go on a short break, you rummaged through the small box of food only to find that the recently bought box of tea was empty. You sighed at this, humming as you remembered the convenience store you passed by earlier on the way to the apartment.

Taking your keys and locking the door behind you, you made your way out the complex and walked a few blocks, you only started to notice how late it was with the streetlights coming on even though the sun is only about to set. That's something to get used to, hmm?

The cool breeze hits your skin as you enter, scent of faint instant coffee and many other kinds of foods and products made themselves known. You walked around for a while, checking on what other things you might need but then you tried to remind yourself that you were saving up and on a budget so you took a box of tea and walked up to the register.

You heard footsteps behind you falling in line, after placing the box on the counter, you searched your pockets for your wallet.

'Shit..!' you cursed yourself out mentally trying not to panic as Simon basically watches you frantically patting your pockets, you left your wallet back at the apartment. "You left your wallet-" Simon stated the obvious, "I'll cover it.." there wasn't even a time to argue with him, he just stepped next to you and placed the pack of cigarettes.

"I'll pay you back as soon as we get back to the apartment" You insisted to which Simon only shrugged and declined, it's just a box of tea and it's not like it'll make him go bankrupt, besides he liked your taste, the one you got happened to be his favorite brand.

Since you were headed in the same place anyway, you and Simon walked back together side by side, however one thing you did find odd was when he gently took you wrist and pulled you inward next to him, he was the one now closest to the road.

The walk back was silent, a comfortable silence. A few days after that encounter, you made sure to make an effort for him to know that you appreciated his gesture back at the convenience store. The lieutenant was alarmed by the knock on his door, opening it to find no person but a tupperware filled with buttery shortbread cookies.

He smiled at how tiny the plastic container looked in his hands, how he noticed the note attached "Thanks for the tea, this isn't that special but I hope you like it -[Name]" and the Sanrio themed stickers stuck onto the lid and on the top part of the tiny note. You ran out of sticky notes..

Simon found himself snacking on those cookies later on, oddly enough, they reminded him of his mom.. how she used to love baking back then, it was her way of escape whenever Simon's "father" wasn't home, as well as gardening.

For the first time in a while Simon "Ghost" Riley let out a smile that wasn't smug or a smirk but a genuine smile, one that had warmth to it, one that no matter how hard his mind tried to surppress it, his body refused to.

It didn't take long for you and Simon to get to know each other a bit, little by little it seemed like you two were becoming like friends rather than just neighbors. Let's be honest, who just randomly gives their neighbors weekly baked goods for the sole reason of "just because they wanted to"?

You found yourself always looking forward to the Friday nights chilling with him at the rooftop, mugs with hot tea on hand while he smoked and you read.

Listening to his stupid jokes and remarks that slowly turn into deep conversations and life things. Simon was just... far more open than he's ever been, sure he's talked about his day before to his comrades but never like this, not in a way where he's pouring his heart out, letting you in on how he feels about certain things.

He just got back from a mission, a rough one to be exact. Shoulders slumped from exhaustion as he walked the streets near the apartment complex, no space for his bike so he had to leave it somewhere private while he fidgeted with it's keys.

Simon swore that he almost jumped out of his own body, first instinct being to push you off but he recognized you. He gave you a questioning look, hands were shaking as you so desperately linked you arm around his.

"Hmm?" He hummed, hearing you mumbling something but it was incoherent to his ears.

"Behind us.. please Si, help..." Come to think if it, you never knew when Simon turned into Si. Best believe he knew and still remembers when perfectly.. not the time, there's a serious threat, he didn't look. He didn't need to, guessing by the heavy footsteps, some creep decided to follow you at this hour.

He slowly slipped his arm away from your grip and snaked it around your waist, pulling you in closer to his side while the two of you continued treading closer to the complex. You closed your eyes for a few seconds at a time hoping it would end.

• ──── ✦ A few days later ✦ ──── •

Knocking, frantic knocking was what Simon heard at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so why the sudden visit? He opened the door and saw you, Simon knew something was off from the look on your face, you looked pale as if you were sick to your stomach while trying so desperately to catch your breath.

"Can I please come in.. Simon..?" You asked in between breaths. You looked around you, especially behind you, body shivering a bit. He took notice of this and had no hesitation, he pulled you in by your arm. His grip firm but gentle, Simon closed the door behind him.

"Remember that guy who was creeping around when I asked for your help..?" You tried to explain but Simon already knew the moment your mouth opened. You had a stalker.. it was best to call the cops on shit like this.

Simon did his best even though not knowing much about how to comfort someone, he did well in making you feel safe without having to tell you that he'll do so, you just know it in your gut that he'd protect you even if it's just now.

Your breath picked up, slowly backing away from the door as you heard footsteps, clenching your fists and hoping that he didn't see you enter Simon's door. Simon wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place and from further backing away from the door.

You felt his palm drag up and down your back, it was extremely warm, it stopped for a while. His arm wrapped around your waist, other hand in your hair pushing your head down a bit so it was buried in his chest while you gripped his shirt. Simon felt your trembling body against him slowly relax.

"Deep breaths, angel.." The nickname he whispered would've made you smile under any other circumstance but not right now, you needed to calm your nerves before you panic and make an impulsive decision that could hurt yourself. Like instructed, you followed along Simon's demonstration, pressing his forehead onto yours maybe just a bit too intimately.

You winced at the loud sound of banging on the door, you knew it too well. Simon shoved the handle of his combat knife in your hand, he told you that if anything were to happen, protect yourself with it.

As soon as the Lieutenant swung the door open, you could hear punches, things knocking over and among other things, your stalker's voice.

You'd never forget that, how pitchy it was. Nails on the chalkboard was the best way to describe it, how the man was cackling almost made you annoyed. Simon called on security and the man was dealt with, you came out from hiding and saw both fear and anger in Simon's eyes.

You would never know how much he wanted to tear that man's heart after skinning him alive for even bringing fear into your eyes.

Simon "I care too much for someone I just met" Riley finally saw how his knuckles and fingernails were caked with blood, went off to go wash it and himself.

Getting back to you after half an hour, you reached out for him only for him to withdraw, you looked at him confused and he looks at you with pure guilt..

Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh Simon.. I'm not scared.." you smiled at him. He reached out a shaky hand to you, hesitating before closing his hand back.

You took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a small kiss, hoping it calms his nerves. Well it did the opposite, it even more overwhelming for him having you kiss his palm while you look up at him, watching you nudge your face into his palm so invitingly.

The way your lashes just sat perfectly atop your cheeks while you slowly blinked up at him. Pressing the same scarred and calloused hands that almost killed a man that night on your face and rubbing the back with you thumb.

Simon had never felt that much guilt before for hurting someone, only after he saw the look in your eyes, which in turn were not something he caused. For the first time in his life too, Simon was comforted by something or rather someone immensely..

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obsessedduh · 3 months

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cw: mentions of blood, gore, stalking, obsession, peverse and creepy reader, yander intendecies! implied fem reader but I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Careless!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who knows yandere!reader is stalking him. he's a military man, he's gonna hear you creep and watch him outside of his window!

simon who knows your the dirty little thief who's been stealing his clothes, mostly boxers. simon who keeps all your stupid notes that you write for him, they're normally weird but sweet in a really, really creepy way.

'si! you looked so pretty in the shower today, played with myself while looking at your pretty cock today! from your secret admirer ♡' you would leave him with a lazy drawing of a heart on his bathroom mirror.

'hey my love, you're finally home...look at the little gift i sent you on your phone!' he cocks an eyebrow, this was different? no, corny heart? no, 'from your secret admirer'? no weird, perverted stuff? just a simple note? that made simon confused, sure - the notes you give him were perverse and weird and should've made anyone who read them feel hella uncomfortable but the fact you didn't write anything odd in this specific note seemed a whole lot more creepy than it normally does.

he shrugs and takes his phone out of his pocket, clicking on the random number notifcation, as per usual, from how many times you've texted him he should really save your number. his eyes widen to see a picture of you, without your usual mask. wait a minute, he remembers you! you're the medic at work.

he couldn't believe it, you!? but your one of the sweetest and innocent people he knows there, in fact maybe even the sweetest. always treating solider's with care. always comforting soliders if they are surfering emotionally or physically. always cheering people up. always having a bright smile on you're no matter how shit the situation is. always putting a smile on people's faces.

he takes a good look at you, sheesh you were so pretty, he's finished staring at your face for a good long while, his eyes shift to the other side of the photo. his eyes shoot wide open again to see you next to a dead body of a blonde woman. a large cut in the middle of her stomach while organs hang out of her. gory much!

he groans out of digust until - wait a minute! he recognises theml? oh yeah, it's the girl from last week, the one who tried to get his number. his wide eyes slowly turn shift back into normal and he smirks and laughs. replying to your messages with:

mylove🤍: Was this out of pure jealously?

you hear a ding in your pocket while trying to dispose of the body. you gasp to see a message from simon, everytime you texted him, he would never reply always leaving you on opened. you were surprised when he actually did reply! you clicked on the notifcation, taking you to your chats. you giggle and immediately you realize how formally he texts, how boring until you finally read it, guess he's just as sane as you.

you: yup

he snickers at your childish reply.

mylove🤍: You gonna do this everytime a girl flirts with me?

you: yup

mylove🤍: Guess I should let girls flirt with me more often then, hm?

your laughed at the text, does he seriously not care that your literally killing people out of pure jealously!? i guess not, he's literally saying he'll let girls flirt with him just so you can slaughter them later.

you: dont tell me u want me to kill more girls for u si?

mylove🤍: Is that not what I've just implied?

you bit your lip at that, your crush is willingly let you kill people for him, it's like your dream come true.

you: i guess ill have continue doing it then

mylove🤍: I guess so.

your heat dropped at the next message he sent you.

mylove🤍: Also did not think you would be the cute medic from work though.

shit!

you forgot to blur out your face...

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the-froschamethyst4 · 4 months

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The Badass

𖤐Pairing: Biker! Ghost x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, slight harassment, language, creepy men, P in V, aftercare, older Ghost, age gap, drinking, smoking, kissing/making out, groping, nipple play, ass smacking,

𖤐Summary: Biker! Ghost saves college student Y/n from being harassed by some creepy older men at the bar.

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The bar was a bit loud tonight, karaoke and someone's birthday were going on tonight. Simon Ghost Riley rolled up on his motorcycle like usual seeing the bar from the outside packed.

He rolls his eyes, taking his black helmet off and taking the bottom of his skull mask off his face. He fixes his hair and walked into the bar.

"Nice bike," someone yells but Ghost ignores them.

He knows he has a nice bike, he doesn't need people telling him that. He worked hard for that bike.

He opened the door and the scent of drunken people filled his nose. Ghost walks to the bar sitting in an open spot and ordering his usual. The bartender knew him like the back of their hand, anyone handsome like Ghost, they always remember.

As Ghost brought the glass to his lips, his side was bumped into by some drunk patron of the bar. Ghost places his glass on the bar's counter and saw some drunk male ordering probably his 5th drink of the night.

"Watch it," Ghost growls.

"Or what old man?" The patron pushed.

"Or I'll fucking pound you into the ground," Ghost threatened.

"Oh I'm so scared. HEY BABE HOW MANY DRINKS AGAIN!?" The drunk male yelled towards the large group of women drinking with a girl wearing a birthday sash over her shoulder.

"Uh~ SEVEN!!" She sassed him.

Ghost rolled his eyes and the bell over the door rung. He turns back to his glass and took a sip from his strong bourbon.

Someone sat next to him, he turns and sees a cute girl, maybe college girl? A light blue short dress, she was pulling the end of the dress to cover her thighs.

"What can I get you?"

"Whiskey sour?"

"Sure." She looks around like she was waiting for someone.

"Hey, little lady," some guy walked up to her, she flinched, she was scared and wasn't expecting someone to walk up to her.

"Hi," she says as the bartender placed her glass in front of her. Ghost was being 'nosy' and listened in just in case.

"You here alone?"

"No...I'm waiting for someone," she says.

"Whiskey sour? I didn't think a college girl like you would drink something like that."

"What do you mean? Should I know you?"

"Nah, nah, I'm just saying, I've never seen a girl drink a whiskey sour before." The girl rolled her eyes, a little annoyed that she was being talked to by some random drunk man.

The guy then moved closer to the girl, she moves back accidently bumping into Ghost. She turns to him and apologized to him.

Ghost just looks down at her. He looks her up and down, almost like taking a mental note of her.

The mans hand went to her back and then to her waist to her thighs. She looked uncomfortable, but didn't want to say anything and make a scene, but she didn't have to.

Ghost stood up from his stool and grabs the guys collar and pulled him away from the girl. Ghost opens the door and pushes the man out of the bar door.

"Fuck off," Ghost says.

He walks to the bar again and she turned to him.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he says, sipping from his glass.

"I'm Y/n."

"Cool," he says.

"Sorry, you probably are here to drink not talk," she stops talking and runs her finger over the rim of her glass.

Her fingers were delicate. She looks around waiting for someone again.

"Who are you waiting for?" He asks.

"Oh, I met someone, and he recommended we come here...I've...never been to a bar like this."

"What bars do you go to?" He chuckles.

"I mean...I'm in college, there are college bars around, they are like fun, loud music....this...this is-"

"Old saloon?"

"Yeah," she giggles.

"It's my favorite place, usually it's not pack like it is tonight," Ghost says. "I need a smoke," he says.

"Can I come with you?"

"You smoke?"

"No, I just...I just need some fresh air."

"Sure," they take their glasses and head outside, Ghost placed his leather jacket back on and Y/n grabs her light sweater following him outside.

Ghost lit a cigarette immediately stepping out of the bar, he leans on the door letting Y/n out. He shuts the door and moves to the side of the bar, leaning on the brick wall.

Y/n bends down looking at the rocks and kicking some.

"You one of those girls who are obsessed with rocks?" He asks.

"Nah, not my thing, I have a few friends who like them," she smiles up at him.

Ghost looks down at her and then seeing people checking out his bike. They weren't touching it or leaning on it taking pictures and calling it theirs.

He notices Y/n standing back up and looking at his black and white motorcycle.

"That's a nice bike."

"It's mine," he says, puffing out some smoke.

"Really? It's pretty."

"I didn't get it for it to be called pretty, I like the term sexy," he smirks putting out his cigarette. "You wanna ride?"

"Oh, I've never been on one before," she says.

"It's easy to ride, come on," he grabs his keys from his jacket and walked to his bike, starting it up and placing his mask over his face, he motions Y/n to come closer as he gave her his helmet.

"It won't fit you, because I got a big head, but it will do for now," he says clipping it together and pulling the strap to make it as tight as possible for her. "There," he says.

"How do I get on?" She asked.

"Here," he let her get on the back, then he gets on, kicking the kick-stand and starting it up. He grabs her hands making her hug his waist, but she moves her hands.

"Wait-" he moves forward without warning and she hug his waist again.

"Hold on, tight," he says.

He drives slow and then takes off down the road. Y/n hugs him a bit tight. (Don't drink an drive)

"Hey, easy," he says, tapping her hands.

"Sorry, I'm just scared."

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen, I'm a professional," he says, making her giggle.

They stop at a red light, he puts his foot on the ground and moved his hands off his throttle, his hand gently touched her knee, gently caressing her knee, he leans back, his head laying against her chest.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, worry was in her tone of voice.

"Have you ever been with an older guy before?"

"How old are we talking?"

"40?"

"A-Are you 40!?" She asked, she makes him sit up and he slightly turns to her.

"I mean, I am."

"How would your wife feel if she saw you with me on the back of your motorcycle or your kids! How old are they?! Won't it be weird that they see someone like me close to their age, on the back of their fathers motorcycle-"

"What are you talking about? I'm not married, I don't have any kids either, I'm not dating anyone, and I don't care what people think about me," he says.

The light turned green and Ghost took off again. Y/n looked at the back of Ghost's head and rested her head on her back between his shoulder blades.

Ghost drove to his apartment, Y/n looks up and saw the nice apartment complex. He pulls into a parking spot putting the kickstand down and turning off his motorcycle.

He gets off first, taking his mask off and unclipping his helmet from Y/n's chin. She takes it off and he fixes her hair.

"Helmet hair, you look hot with it," he says, her face was red and she turned her face. "Don't look away from me, come on," he says.

He opens the door and letting her walk in first. They head to the elevator and Ghost hit the 15th floor.

Ghost opened his apartment door and let her walk in.

"You wanna drink?"

"S-Sure." She says.

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Ghost and Y/n sat on his black couch. Both drunk as hell. Probably two bottle of Jack Daniels, some girly drinks, Mike Hard Lemonades, and 4 glasses of wine.

Y/n was on her back laughing at Ghost, in her eyes, he looked a little funny and then she sat back up and her eyes focused on him again.

"You're so hot, sexy even," she crawled towards him.

"Hey, now, kid, wait-"

"I'm not a kid," she says sitting on her knees and touching his biceps dragging her hands down to his thick thighs. "I'm in college, I'm 23, I'm not a kid."

"Well hang on, kid," he says.

He moves her hands from his thighs and starts removing his jacket and she removed her sweater.

She moves closer to him and sat on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs on both side of him.

"Kid-"

"I can leave if you don't want to," she says.

"I won't let you leave, you're drunk, I don't want to see your face on the News as a missing person, it'll be my fault for letting you leave."

"Then...have sex with me," she bluntly says.

"Kid-"

"Please," she rubs herself on his lower half, she moans and his eyes narrowed but his hands went to her butt.

"If you keep rubbing yourself on me-"

"What? What will you do?" She asks.

"If you keep cutting me off, I swear," he mumbles.

Y/n moves her hair from her face and she leans in kissing his lips, he pulls away from her, his hand going to the back of her head and kissing her more deeper and passionate.

He moves her to her back and hovered over her. Her hands went down to the bottom of her dress wanting her dress off her body, she was too hot.

He could feel her struggling underneath him. His hands went behind her back and unzipped her dress and pulled it off her body. She was only in underwear, he smirks when feeling her hardened nipple against his thin shirt.

"God...I could kiss you...all day long..." he says.

He pulls away and looked down at her barely covered body, his hands went to her panties and pulled them off her. She was now completely naked.

Her hands went under his shirt and he started to strip from his clothes. "I'll go easy on you, kid," he says.

He takes his dick pumping himself a few times, her hands go to his dog tags around his neck. He then slapped his tip against her lower half, and slowly pushed inside of her.

Her head went back and moaned.

"God, you're so tight," he mumbles. He pulls her up sitting down on the couch and placing her against his chest, her legs spread open and he bounces her on his dick.

She moans and tossed her head back on his shoulder. She looked up at the TV and could see in the reflection of herself bouncing on him.

She moans and her fingernails dug into his thick thighs, he groans of the pain of the nails digging into his skin.

Y/n tossed her head back, one of his hands went to her breast squeezing her and pinching at her nipples. She moans at his rough calloused hand pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers.

She loves this feeling of him touching her, feeling up on her, and fucking her. She looks over her shoulder and kissed Ghost lips. He moans into the kiss.

Ghost picks her up and takes her to the bedroom, he lays her on her back and crawled on the bed, kissing her lips, hands holding her small waist in his hands and he pushed himself back inside of her.

"AH!" She moans into the kiss, her legs were resting on his shoulders, he thrusts into her, holding her legs, and kissing her. His tongue fought with hers.

He pulls his tongue out and drags it down her chin to her chest, kissing her breasts, sucking on her breasts and nipples. Playing with her other nipple with his free hand.

Y/n squeezed around his dick, earning a soft moan from him and kissing his lips. His tongue still inside of her mouth. Sticking his tongue out now she sucks on his tongue.

He flips her on her stomach. He sits up gripping her ass, smacking her ass, his hands went to her waist.

"Holy fuck," he says as he thrusts faster inside of her. Her hands grip the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white and she felt herself close to coming.

Ghost could feel her squeezing him and with a few more thrusts, he felt himself come inside of her and with a few more, Y/n came as well.

He pulls out and Y/n collapsed on the bed.

"Come on, kid, let me get you cleaned up," he says, picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.

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Ghost laid on the bed, back against the black headboard. Y/n was on his right, back to him, but she rolled on her other side and looked up at Ghost who had a cigarette to his lips.

"Simon?"

"Hm?" He hums.

"How come you don't have a wife?"

"Because I didn't want to date and then settle down with someone."

"What about now, since...you had sex with me?"

"You're a kid."

"I'm 23, I'm of age, you call me kid makes me feel weird." She sits up and rubs her arms.

"Sorry...I don't know," he says, cupping her chin and kissing her lips.

"You don't know?"

"I'm not...I'm not looking for something serious, love, okay?" Ghost says.

"I understand."

"Where you hoping, I'd ask you out or something?"

"No, no....maybe a little," she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Love...when we meet again, I'll ask...but for right now, you're in college, you shouldn't be wasting your time on someone like me," he says.

She just nods and moves the covers off her lower half and grabbed her clothes.

"Where you going?"

"Home...I have a test tomorrow," she says, she fixed herself up and called for an UBER. "Thanks for the good time, Simon," she says.

Simon watched her leave his apartment. He wasn't going to chase after her, but she shouldn't be with someone like him.

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"Hey, I missed you at the bar, last night."

"Oh sorry, I was there but...I'm not going to lie, I got bored, the bar just felt weird and I left."

"Oh I get it, okay, we can go to the movies or something."

"How about just dinner?"

"That works, I'll pick you up tonight, okay?"

"Sure," Y/n was talking to the guy she was suppose to meet last night, she goes to her class that she has a test in.

She sits down at her desk and she looks out the window, seeing the pretty sky and something else.

The sexy bike.

"Simon," she says, seeing him leaning on his handles looking up at her in her class. He was waiting for her.

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strxwberry-milku · 11 months

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Ass so fat i can make it fatter…

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🍰 : Suggestive language, use of the n word , 18+

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀: 786

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 🍰: Jey walks into the bedroom and sees your ass in the air and decides to take measures into his own hands

Jey was supposed to be home by now seeing as though he texted you saying he would be back at around 5:00 pm and it was already pushing 7:30 pm . You decided to call and see where he at .

You held the phone against you ears for a couple of seconds “ Sorry , but the person your trying to call is unavailable . Leave a message after the beep ” kissing your teeth you got up of of the sofa and turned the tv of .

“ If that nigga ain’t answering and out for that long then he must know he can stay where tf he at ” Mugging you walked up your marble stairs and entered your shared bedroom.

Changing into a one piece onesie and your bonnet you bounced on your king sized bed moaning at the softness of your sheets “ Damn this bed feel good , if only this big headed man was here to cuddle me ”You crossed your arms and pouted as you began to miss your pookie .

“ Lemme try and call him one more time ” you mumbled , staring at the wall you waited. “ YO BAE ! sorry i couldn’t get back to you sooner but Roman wanted to do a meeting , anyways i’m on my way home with some chipotle for you my love ” a boisterous voice echoed from the phone . Smiling you answered the phone . “ HEY BABYY ! ” you hummed out but then realised that you were mad at him and mugged the phone hanging up the phone on him .

Smiling proudly you said “ That’ll teach him to get his ass back home on time ” . Rolling over you pulled the sheets over you and fell asleep.

The door slammed shut as your baby came through the door , placing his keys in the key bowl . “ Baby where you at ? ” Jey shouted as he took of his shoes placing it on the shoe rack and began to venture around the house in search for you .

Walking up the stairs he could hear the sound of shuffling and music coming from your shared bedroom. “ Baby ? is that you ? ” he asked as he walked closer , he could here giggling which kinda creeped him out as he thought about all the horror movies he watched with creepy girls giggling.

Turning to his left was a broom you left upstairs due to you sweeping out upstairs . Picking it up in one hand and the other hand on the door handle he muttered a small “ fuck it ” and barged through the door . Swinging the broom around the room like some sort of ninja he stopped when he heard even louder giggling in front of him .

Opening his eyes he sees your ass in the air and your back arched to the heavens . “ HAHAHA , b-baby what tf is you doing boi ? , you tryna be a new member of ghost busters now ? ” you said in between laughing , which almost made you loose balance.

blinking a couple times he raised his fingers questionably and asked “ So wait , you ain’t a ghost ? ”. “ Boi if i was a ghost i wouldn’t even pick you to torment cause you stupid asf ” calming down from laughing you shook your ass in the air , a sly smile forming on your face you said “ Even if i was a ghost , you ever seen one with they back arched ? no ?… exactly. So come over here and gimme that dick , i’ve been waiting for to long ”

Quickly forgetting about why he was so scared he hastily yanked of his top and unbuttoned his pants. “ So we on that type of time ? Ight bet watch me put on a freddy krueger outfit on next time we have sex ”.

You let out a little giggle and didn’t pay him any mind , but if there’s one thing you love about your man ; it’s the way he can lighten up the mood .

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿

Bye my babies 🫶🏾 , i hoped you enjoyed this one. This goofy asf can’t lie

p.s sorry for the shit grammar

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wexhappyxfew · 2 months

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guide and guard

(a/n): the silver bullets girls before heading off on the schweinfurt-regensburg mission (and their chaotic early-morning discussions). also featuring annie x brady (if you squint... haha) as well as the general camaraderie of the silver bullets crew! :) please enjoy! this was a fun one that i've had on the brain for a while! :D

"30 more minutes of this fog and I'm gonna lose my mind." Carrie admonished through their comms system, her voice crackling over into Annie's ears, snippy and quick, with a bit of a kick behind it, "20 past six in the morning and it feels like it's midday."

"What the fuck is up with your internal clock?" Kennedy called back through comms, "Are you….God, what's it called, nocturnal, yeah, you nocturnal, Lieutenant? Oughta let the world know about that one."

"Alright, alright…." Francis called as Annie snickered in the cockpit, "nocturnal or not, the sun's barely risen, Carrie, how you think it's already midday?"

"Just feel like it, you don't feel it?"

"'fraid not." Francis called back.

"I'm still trying to work that coffee into my system, it feels like it's three am or something," Vivian said, stifling a yawn out to follow, "if it were midday, you'd be bouncing off the walls, Lieutenant."

"That's actually not entirely accurate, Ratcliff, but I appreciate your enthusiasm," Carrie called, "I'm just saying, this bombsight's ready to get her target, and drop those bombs. Sitting on a foggy tarmac ain't gonna do a thing."

"Hey, shit like this rolls in off of Lake Michigan and you thank God you're in your house and not outside. Kid brother said he saw a ghost one time." Margie called through the comms, munching on something from above - probably peanuts, she always had those things shoved in a pocket somewhere.

"A ghost?" questioned Judy, "That ain't a thing, Margie-"

"Oh yes it," Margie said quickly back, as a string of sighs echoed over the comms, "I swear to you all. Listen, listen, ghost, a deer, whatever, creepy as all get-out. He swore to it though."

"Should I even ask how old you were?" Francis said, leaning back against her co-pilot seat, eyes shut, attempting to nap, but listening to the symphony of the conversation running about.

"15, Lieutenant," Margie answered, "Jem was 6 - but hey, listen, that's not the point. The point is this fog is spooky shit and you start trying to fly in it, you'll disappear like…man, what - hey Viv, what was that pilot's name-"

"Amelia Earhart?" Viv offered, "Margie, you said 6-"

"6 I tell you!" Margie said, "But yeah, yeah, Earhart - I'm glad they grounded us here. Don't gotta risk our necks flying in a soup like this."

"With Bradshaw though, I'd trust her to fly us to hell and back if I'm being honest," Bessie called, "nothing a little fog'll do to Bradshaw, isn't that right, Annie?"

"Quite an ambitious thing to say, Bes, but I'll take the compliment." Annie called back, a few chuckles ringing over the comms at her words.

"You hear that? Lieutenant Bradshaw taking a compliment. Never thought I'd live to see the day, Lieutenant." Paulina called and the comms broke into chuckles.

"Hey, Bucky told Bradshaw she was a good pilot the other day and all she did was nod at him and pat his back, so," Marianne started, "I'd consider that the Lieutenant has bested Bucky Egan himself."

"Gotta admit, Lieutenant," Margie called over comms, "that was pretty damn funny."

"Humility never hurt a soul." Annie called back and the chuckles that broke out through comms were far more entertaining then they'd be in days.

"Neither does humbling," Carrie called, "well-"

"Hey, Margie, I think I see your ghost now!" Judy called.

"Judy! I thought you were on my side at least!" Margie said, with a chuckle, as Judy giggled again.

"Nah, that's just Brady," Kennedy called, "what the hell does he want?" Carrie snickered over the radio and Francis cracked an eye.

"He's come to see his lady." Francis said with a smirk over the radio. Annie's cheeks flamed and her eyes grew wide and she shoved Francis' shoulder, laughter echoing over the comms.

"He's just a friend." murmured Annie, trying to distract herself from her cheeks and the thought of Brady coming towards Silver Bullets, and for what reason, she didn't know.

"Howdy-do, Lieutenant Brady, what can I help you with?" Margie's voice echoed over the radio, "Or actually better yet - can you help us? Are we wheels up yet?" Whatever the response was no one heard, except for Margie's snort of laughter and a slap on the knee.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw!" Margie called, "Lieutenant Brady is in dire need of your assistance!" Annie watched as Francis snickered - to which Annie shoved her shoulder again and she slid past the top turret which Margie had swiftly removed herself from and dropped below, landing beside Margie, before crouching and seeing Brady's head just past the open latch.

"Hey," Annie said, and Brady, grinning, nodded to her.

"How's it going?" he asked her and she briefly caught Margie staring her down, Bessie and Carrie peaking out from the nose, curiously watching her.

"Good, good, what's up?" Annie said, before her mind seemed to recalculate a few things and she nodded at him, "Here, let's talk outside."

"What? And have us miss out on all this, Lieutenant?" Margie whispered to her as she sat on the edge of the latch. Annie gave her a look, to which Margie promptly laughed at, and then she disappeared, jumping down onto the tarmac. Looking up, in the incredibly dense fog that she could barely see much farther than in front of her with, she found Brady there.

"Whatever Margie said, I'm not a part of it," Annie said, with her hands up, as if in surrender, "that's just Margie for you." Brady chuckled and then nodded to her.

"She might've said something along the lines of that you were just itching to get off of the ground," Brady said, "that you needed someone to talk you off the ledge. I told her that didn't sound like the Annie Bradshaw I knew, but." Brady smirked at her expression and she shook her head with a laugh, watching Brady's eyes through the fog for a moment before nodding.

"That's not what you're really here for though, right?" Annie said, looking at him from underneath her own peak cap, before tilting her head, "Checking up on us?" She watched Brady smile, in that uncontrolled way where he didn't even seem to realize he was looking as happy as a lark, but then he seemed to come around and fess up, and nodded firmly.

"Yeah," he admitted, before chuckling, "I was trying to, I don't know…"

"Find a way around that…. in a way?" Annie said with a small chuckle and he shrugged his shoulders before crossing his arms.

"And also, just to say, it's our longest mission yet, deepest into Germany, so….if you all gotta bail out, just….try and keep your numbers. You don't know what they could do to you if you drop into Germany. As a pilot." And as a woman, Annie thought, but she didn't want to ponder that too hard. Annie watched his face change for a moment as he mulled it over and then nodded.

"But I know you'll all be fine though, Silver Bullets is always ole reliable," Brady said with a smile, looking back towards the plane, before looking to her, his voice growing serious and firm, "best of luck to you, Lieutenant." Annie smiled at him, her heart feeling warm from his tender gesture and she stuck out a gloved hand, to which he shook firmly, his touch lingering a bit longer than what any average handshake would've been.

That's not to say she's complaining though.

"You too." she said, before they dropped hands and she gripped her straps of the webbing and smirked at him, "See ya in Algeria!" And with that, she turned, glancing back over her shoulder with a wave and watched him disappear with that grin into the fog. Her heart pounded a bit, she thought she could've said something better, but she didn't ruminate. Heading back towards the B-17 standing in her foggy, silhouetted beauty, she smiled to herself before she began to hear footsteps somewhere behind her.

"Hey…Annie, wait up." she heard Brady call from behind her. Annie came to a pause near the nose of Silver Bullets, and turned to see Brady coming towards her. She caught his eyes, trying to dissect a bit of that worried haze in his eyes and found him instead, coming up directly to her, and wrapping his arms around her in a hug that engulfed her into his being and knocked her peak cap right off the top of her head, with a plonk onto the ground.

For a moment, she froze there, realizing every inch of him that touched her being, his breath in her ear, his pounding heart against her own chest.

Realization and the weight of everything seemed to kick in and she wrapped her arms around his form and found a brief moment to let herself smile into his touch and his want. The want for human touch in a moment that seemed distant.

Their friendship hadn't really gotten to this level - sure it was dancing, the crosswalk between laughing and flirting (maybe), the smiles, the buying each other drinks (he always did), even those looks that lasted longer than they should've - they had never initiated this. And it made her heart race. In an instance, Brady pulled back and held her by the shoulders, and gazed at her eyes for a moment.

"You okay?" she asked, taking her hands onto his arms and rubbing them gently, smiling slightly, "You scared me for a second there, running up behind me like that."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling at her, and then rubbing her shoulders, "just….figured you needed that. You and I both, ya know." She watched him and then slowly nodded with a small smile.

"Thanks." she said softly and he smiled briefly before looking to her head.

"Shit, sorry," he said, breaking from her touch to reach down to the ground and pull the cap up, before placing it on her head, his fingertips lingering back her ears and cheeks, "sorry about that." Annie smiled and adjusted it slightly on her head before looking at him.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about that, okay?" Annie said, before patting his shoulder, her face falling a bit as her heart shuttered a few misaligned beats, "Be careful up there, alright?" Brady nodded at her with a smile and then placed a hand on her shoulder and held it there for a moment longer.

"You too. Just….stay safe." he said and she smiled at him with a wide grin, before squeezing his shoulder and stepping away towards the latch to the belly of the B-17.

Annie couldn't force herself to watch him walk away because then a part of her would go with him and she couldn't focus on that now. She had a fort to position over Germany to drop bombs on the enemy.

Pulling herself inside, she heard Carrie yelling about something over the headset, Paulina yelling back, which made her chuckle. Pulling herself back into the cockpit, she saw Francis smugly watching her as she settled into the left side.

"What's that look for?" muttered Annie, strapping herself in and adjusting on the headset.

"-and I swear to you, Dougie was trying his best, but it was damn-near pathetic alright?-" Annie pulled one ear of the headset off as Paulina went to counter and looked to Francis who was still sitting there smug as anything.

"What'd he want, huh?" Francis asked, "C'mon, spill, or else I'll be bothering you as we head up. So, what was it?"

"He just wanted to tell us to be careful. Long mission and all, deep into enemy territory. He was just being nice." Annie offered, "It was sweet of him."

"So was that hug." Francis said with a snicker and Annie shoved her shoulder, before flipping her the bird and shaking her head, "Alright, just kidding, I think we'll be wheels up soon anyway, so, we should wrangle them all in, huh?"

"That's right," Annie said, popping on the two headset ears and adjusting properly, "hey, everyone, listen up. It'll be wheels up soon. Stop arguing about whatever Dougie was pathetically doing, we've got a fort to fly!" Francis looked over at her with a smirk, before nodding and looking ahead.

"When we're set, I'll give everyone a checklist, countdown, alright?" Francis said.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Yes, Lieutenant." Annie looked forward and slowly narrowed her eyes towards the foggy sky.

Guide and guard, she seemed to whisper to herself in her head like a mantra - over and over.

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Joel, saves you at the bar and it leads to more than either of you expected

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: creepy guy; Joel punching someone

Notes: Forbidden Fruit Series Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

I knew I shouldn’t have come out tonight but it was Daisy’s birthday and I promised her I’d be here. As I slide out of the booth to get my second drink of the night I can’t help but feel a little out of place, watching them all giggling and throwing back shots like it’s water, their faces flushed from alcohol and slurring their words. I arrived late so I missed the pre-drinks which I don’t mind as I’m not much of a drinker, the sight of my weird friend group making me shake my head fondly when I make my way to the bar.

As I order a cider, I lean against the bar and take a moment to survey the scene. The dimly lit bar is bustling with people, all talking and laughing over the sound of the jukebox in the corner. This place is very different from my usual surroundings so it’s a little overwhelming, especially when a hand touches my arm and the strong scent of beer fills my senses.

“Hey, there beautiful.” The voice is slurred and every muscle in my body tenses as my fight or flight kicks in as this random stranger leans on the bar in front of me. My cider arrives so I take a quick sip of it, feeling a mixture of fear and annoyance as I try to ignore him. He doesn’t take my silence as a hint, even when I pull my arm away from his touch, “Playing hard to get?” His tone is quickly becoming aggressive and I’m looking around for help but no one seems to be paying enough attention to us to see how uncomfortable I am. I’m feeling trapped, like a deer in headlights as he continues to make his unwanted advances, a sense of panic rising within me.

“Please leave me alone,” I speak finally, meeting his gaze and instantly regretting it when I realise how close he is to me. He leans closer, his face a mere few inches from mine and his breath smells sour and I can’t help but scrunch my nose in disgust.

The man seems undeterred by my request, in fact, he seems to take it as a challenge as he leans even closer, breath damp and gross against my neck as he whispers a pick-up line in my ear, making my skin crawl, "My couch pulls out but I don’t.” I’m taking a big step back, my back hitting a familiar chest, the smell of woodsy musk mixed with burnt coffee and something citrusy has me relaxing.

I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding when Joe’s strong and muscular are wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I feel so safe and protected, knowing that nothing can harm me with Joel around. His voice is low and dangerous as he speaks, breath ghosting my neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps over the skin. “She said to leave her alone.”

“Shut up grandpa, she’s mine, I saw her first.” The guy sneers back, his sweaty hand gripping my wrist almost painfully. Joel’s grip tightens around my waist and I can feel the tension in his body as he speaks again, voice even lower and even more dangerous than before.

“Let. Her. Go.” But, of course, the guy doesn’t listen and before I can even react the guy is on the floor, Joel standing above him with his chest heaving and hand still raised. The guy's grip on my hand is gone and I’m placing a gentle hand on Joel’s strong forearm making him turn his head to see me, guilt filling those honey eyes as he lowers his fist, “Sorry sweet girl.” He’s turning around to face me properly, calloused hand moving to cup my jaw and thumb caressing my cheek softly, sending a flurry of butterflies through me.

Joel is my dad’s best friend and seeing him so hot and with a light sheen of sweat across his skin has me leaning into his touch. He’s such a DILF and I can see my friend group watching us, giggling behind their hands and sharing glances as they look Joel up and down like he’s a slab of meat. I don’t blame them really as Joel is so fucking fine.

He’s a ruggedly handsome man with dark and loose curls, warm honey eyes, and a strong jawline. There’s a thick, bushy beard that covers his entire jawline and chin. It's well-groomed and appears to be trimmed with a bit of length. The beard is dark brown, matching the hair on his head, and has a slightly rough texture to it, only adding to his rugged charm. His physique has featured in a lot of my late-night fantasies but who can blame me when I see him shirtless almost every day during summer? Being my dad’s best friend I get to see him almost every day and he and his younger brother and daughter are always having dinner with me and Dad. He’s muscular and chiselled except for his tummy that you can see ever so slightly against his teeshirt but it just adds to his appeal, taking some of the hard lines from him. His muscles ripple and flex when he moves and his thighs are thick, jeans hugging his body in such a way that leaves very little to the imagination.

“Your friends are ogling sweetheart.” There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes crinkling slightly with amusement and suddenly I’m aware of how close he is to me, my mouth drying up as my eyes focus on the way he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a small sound escaping me that he definitely hears as he’s moving closer.

“Can you blame them?” I choke out, heats flushing a little, “You are really good-looking.”

“You think I’m good looking hmmm?” He’s ducking his head, nose bumping mine as he leaves no space between us, his firm body pressing against mine and his other hand gripping my hip. I can feel my heart racing as his lips press against mine, stealing all the air from my lungs. His kiss is firm, yet gentle, and I can feel the warmth of his lips against mine, tasting the beer on them adding to my heightened senses. His hand on my hip leaves me feeling secure and wanted all at once, his other hand moving from my jaw to my hair.

My friends are hollering in the background but their voices sound distant as I lose myself in the kiss. It feels like we’re the only two people in the room like time has slowed down for us. I’m acutely aware of every sensation - the way his lips move against mine, the feel of his stubble grazing my skin and the heat of his body against mine as he presses my back in the bar. It’s a long and slow kiss that leaves me feeling dizzy and breathless when he pulls away, desire in his eyes and something else.

“Was that okay sweet girl?” His voice is low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine as he speaks. His tone is both commanding and tender, conveying a sense of strength and vulnerability. It's a tone that exudes confidence and experience, yet also carries a hint of hesitation as if he's not quite sure how I will respond. As his hand moves from my hair back to my neck, his thumb rubbing my jaw, I can feel the roughness of his calloused skin against the softness of my skin. It's a touch that's both gentle and possessive, and it makes me feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

I just nod, still trying to catch my breath, “Y-yeah, that was more than okay.” I manage to say, my voice a little shaky. I can feel my cheeks flush as I meet his gaze, eyes flickering over his handsome face and settling on his beard. It’s scruffy and unkempt but somehow still suits him perfectly. I’m reaching up and scratching my fingers through it lightly without thinking, feeling the coarse hair under my fingertips, “I like your beard.” I murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest that I can feel against my own, “Yeah? I was thinking of shaving it off actually.” There’s amusement in his tone

I’m shaking my head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, “No, don’t! I like it. It makes you look… rugged.”

His smile morphs into a grin, eyes sparking with amusement, one eyebrow raised, “Rugged, huh? I’ll have to remember that.” I just hum in response, eyes flickering to the guy still passed out a few bar stools away and Joel follows my gaze, his hands tightening on my hips, “You want me to take you home sweet girl?”

“Not home.” I shake my head, knowing my dad would never let me go out again if he finds out what happened, “Can I come to yours?”

Joel’s nodding, a small smirk on his lips, “Sure thing, baby doll.” He’s letting go of my hip to interlock our fingers and I’m being led back over to my friends who are staring in almost disbelief at me and Joel. Of course, Daisy has no filter being this drunk, jumping up and pulling me into an unsteady hug that rips my hand from Joel’s. She smells like alcohol and I feel back leaving her but she doesn’t seem to mind, whispering in my ear that I need to tell her everything about how the neighbourhood DILF is in bed. It has me spluttering a choked laugh as she pulls away, too drunk to know she’s not whispering but yelling. Then she’s pushing me towards Clemmie, Sadie, and Hazel who all hug me goodbye and whisper-shout variations of the same thing Daisy said before I’m moving back to Joel’s side and taking his hand again.

“Neighbourhood DILF?” Joel’s asking once we get outside, the night air hitting me and making me shiver a little, “So, you gonna tell me what a DILF is sweet girl?”

“I’d rather not.” I’m choking out, blushing a little as he squeezes my hand, sending me a quizzical look as he tugs me lightly in the direction of his car. He unlocks the doors and opens the passenger side for me, gesturing for me to get in and I think my heart swells as he is ever the gentleman as I slide in, feeling somewhat self-conscious under his gaze. He’s studying me for a moment before closing the door and walking around the driver's side. He gets in the driver's side, starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot, and I can’t help but feel a sense of nervousness and excitement. I kissed Joel, my dad’s best friend, and I’m going to be sleeping over at his. I’ve stayed at his plenty of times but this time feels a little different as Joel’s hand moves to settle on my thigh as he drives, an act that seems to be done subconsciously but has butterflies erupting in my stomach.

I’m glancing down at his hand, feeling the head of his touch through the fabric of my jeans, and then back up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I still can’t quite believe this is happening, that I’m in Joel’s car and that he’s touching me like this. It’s all so surreal but at the same time feels so damn right as we sit in comfortable silence for a while. The only sound is the hum of the engine and the occasional shift of gears and I’m acutely aware of Joel’s fingers flexing against my skin every so often, both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

Finally, we pull up to Joel’s house and he’s switching the engine off before turning to me in his seat, gaze intense, “So, what’s a DILF?”

“No, nope, not-“ His large hand grips my wrist before I can move to open the car door, curiosity on his face as he sees the blush and shyness on mine, those enthralling eyes narrowing as he raises an eyebrow and I’m blurting it our, “Dad I’d Like to Fuck.”

He lets out a spluttered sound before suddenly I’m being lifted over the seats and straight onto his lap, my legs settling on either side of his thick thighs as he grips my jaw in his large and calloused hands, asking in a low and husky tone, “Do you think I’m a DILF?”

“Have done for quite a while now.” My hand slams over my mouth in surprise at how easily that slipped out and he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream, prying my hand from my mouth. He’s grinning as he pulls me closer to him, lips brushing mine teasingly before he kisses me properly. His lips move against mine, teasing and coaxing, before deepening the kiss. His other hand is on my lower back, slipping under my sweater to splay across my skin as he pulls me closer to him and his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring and tasting every inch. The car is filled with the sounds of kissing and heavy breaths as he leaves me breathless.

He’s pulling away with a smirk, “Let’s not rush this sweet girl,” I can feel the heat rising as I nod, trying to catch my breath as my fingers play with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. My eyes fall back to his lips, wetting my own with my tongue as I know that now I’ve had a taste I’m not gonna be able to not kiss him and he notices, a light rumble of a laugh in his chest as he breathes out, “One more kiss.” Before he’s tangling a hand in my hair and pulling me into an almost bruising kiss. It’s intense and passionate, with Joel's tongue expertly exploring every inch of my mouth while his hand remains tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to him. I can feel the heat between us, our bodies pressed tightly together, and my hands roaming over his muscular shoulders and chest. It's a moment of pure desire, and I feel myself getting lost in the sensation of his touch.

When we finally break apart, gasping for breath, Joel opens the driver's door and helps me off his lap and out of the car before following suit. His hand finds the back pocket of my jeans as he locks his car behind us and leads me to his front door, unlocking it and leading me inside. As soon as we step inside, Joel kicks off his shoes and I do the same before he’s pulling me into another kiss. This time, it’s slower and more tender, and I can feel myself melting into his embrace. His hands sliding down my back and settling on my hips, pulling me closer to him as our tongues dance together in a passionate tango.

A soft sound leaves my throat when he breaks the kiss, looking at me with such an intensity that I feel my knees go weak, ‘God, you’re so beautiful. What would your daddy think if he found out you were here with me like this?” He murmurs, voice low and husky. My cheeks flush at the thought of it all and he’s leading me to the living room where he settles on the couch and suddenly I’m in his lap again, “Can’t get enough of you, sweet girl,” His forehead rests against mine and his eyes slip shut as if he’s fighting something, “This is so wrong, you’re best friends little girl-“

“I’m twenty-four.” I protest but he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, silencing me, and my breath hitches.

“And I’m thirty-eight, ” He moves his mouth to my neck, body betraying his mind, “That’s fourteen years doll.”

“Joel,” I grab his face and make him look at me, feeling the coarse hair of his beard under my palms and make sure his honey eyes are on mine before I speak, his hand still gripping my jaw and thumb close to my lip, “I am a grown adult who can make my own decisions and I have like your for forever.”

Joel’s expression softens at my words and he leans in to place a soft kiss on my lips, free arm moving to wrap around my waist, “I know sweet girl,” He murmurs, “But I can’t help but feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

I’m shaking my head, caressing his cheek and he leans into the touch, “You’re not,” I reassure him, “I want this too, Joel. I want you.” He smiles at me, his eyes alight with something I can’t quite decipher, before he’s leaning in to capture my lips in another soft kiss. The lust and desire fading into something sweeter and more caring. It’s tender and slow, his lips moving gently against mine. His hand still cradles my jaw and I can feel the rough pad of his thumb brushing over my cheek. It’s a kiss that speaks of deeper feelings and emotions, a connection between two people who have known each other for a long time. The heat and passion of earlier are replaced with a softer, more intimate feeling and I can feel myself melting into him as we kiss.

Joel’s pulling away from the embrace, “Come on, it’s late.” His voice is soft as he stands, letting me slip to my feet and he’s capturing my hand in his before he’s tugging me towards the stairs. As we walk, I can feel my heart racing with anticipation and nervousness, not sure of what’s gonna happen next when he hit the landing. He’s turning to me, “The spare room is made up for you…” His voice trails off when h feels how tightly I’m gripping his hand and how hesitant I am to let go of him, “Alright, you can stay with me, sweet girl. Anything you’re comfortable with.”

Relieved, I’m nodding and follow Joel to his room, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. He’s gesturing for me to sit on the edge of his bed as he rummages through his drawers, searching for something before coming back over with a teeshirt for me. He silently moves back to the other side of the room to strip down to his boxers and he keeps his back to me while I shimmy off my jeans, sweater, and bra before pulling on the shirt he gave me. It smells of him: burnt coffee mixed with his woodsy cologne and something citrusy like oranges and it’s intoxicating.

Joel’s crawling into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he reaches over to wrap those strong arms around me and yank me onto the sofa mattress beside him with a shriek of surprise. The heat from his bare skin seeps through the fabric of his shirt and his chest hair tickles my cheek as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. I can feel the tension in his body as he pulls me closer, almost as if he’s holding on for dear life and I just snuggle closer to him despite the worry building up in my chest that he’ll wake up with the regret of all this. I’m turning my head to look at him, but his eyes are closed and his breathing is even as if he's already fallen asleep. I chew on my lip, trying to calm my racing thoughts and assure myself that everything will be okay. After a few minutes of laying in silence, I finally allow myself to relax and fall asleep in his warm embrace as I will face tomorrow when tomorrow arrives, for now, I can just let myself have this moment.

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seraphimaa · 2 months

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I can’t stop thinking about weird demonic sex with Haarlep. Maybe it’s just the monster fucker in me but let him be my creepy, weird little sex fiend bf.

Actually not nearly as dark as usual, just plain ol hornyposting, mostly.

- I want him to be holding me down, curling his hips into mine and hissing abyssal, like a snake in my ear. As our minds meld and his entire being consumes mine, I’m aware of my own mouth following his, hissing back. I want to stay locked under him, speaking in tongues and driven mindlessly manic by his cock

- I want to feel my heart bursting with fear and excitement as he chases me through the dark, shrieking as he yanks me towards him and crawls on top. I want him to claim me as both his prey and reward.

- I want to feel his mind tugging at mine as I sleep, and hear as he does - the strange and unsettling chorus of souls in agony and so many voices whispering through his mind. I want to feel in awe of this alien being who comes whispering in the night like a ghost, to touch body and mind.

- I want to feel something ancient and primal lurking beneath the beautiful mask. Something that could tear my kind apart with ease but was so tame and playful for me. It would stay its teeth as long as I was kind to it.

- I want to perch on top of him, trying to keep up, but forced to simply dig my nails in and try to hold on through the unnatural pace. I want get locked in his penetrating gaze and feel his voice reaching to me without words. Good girl. All his. Tight. His angel of little deaths. I want to know that he means it because the words he is sharing pass all boundaries of mortal language.

- I want to feel him at all times, a little part of him living within me. I want to feel him seeing what I see. Feeling what I feel. I want him to trickle into the back of my mind, so constant in its presence that I can no longer recognise what is him and what is me. I want his love to be a possession. This hungry being lived inside of me too, now. He would be the voice guiding me towards all of my deepest desires and tempting me to give myself to my needs, no matter how debased.

- I want to look at him wearing my form. I want it to weird and unsettling. I want to feel disgusted. I want to see the shallowness of his act and lack of mortal inside of him, now at its most transparent. I want to fucking love it. I want to obsess over this ethereal being wearing my skin. To see my flaws worn in such perfection and not recognise myself. I want to know that his use of this form was his show of love. He chose me as I chose him. For no other reason than he wanted to. We will live through each others worlds and share our own forevermore.

- I want the shattering and incomprehensible ecstasy that would come with him using it when we’re together. I want even the smallest spark of pleasure to echo and amplify as it reverberates between our beings. I want it to feel dangerous, like it would go forever and this would be eternity - locked inside this increasingly unbearable echo chamber until it ended me. I want to feel happy to go in the constant peak, but to always know that this strange being would pull me back down to them, every time.

- I want to lick every groove of his scaled, reptilian skin. I want to dig my nails into his arms and feel them slide and catch on each one. I want to watch his wings flap and twitch as I pleasure him with pure adoration and curiosity. I wanna tug on his dexterous little tail and giggle as he hisses like an animal. I want to feel it curl around me possessively as he forces me down to the mattress, cock drunk and drooling. I want to feel the tiny dull barbs and texturing on his leathery cock. I want to feel the tapered, inhuman tip push its way inside.

- I want to revel in how powerful it would feel to share pleasure with this little god of hedonism. This unknowable being, so much greater that me. To make him moan, and whine, and squirm, and cum and give him life through my acts of devotion. As I breathe life into him with body or soul, he as a reward, he lets me revel in that power, sharing it with me.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF I POST ONE MORE HAARLEP THING PLEASE CALL THE VATICAN BECAUSE I NEED AN EXORCISM. HE WONT LEAVE ME BE. IM LIKE HIS LITTLE SMUT PUPPET AND I NEED TO SLEEP.

#I promised I was going to write something else #but haarlep is tormenting me #he won’t let me stop writing about him #this is a genuine cry for help #i need an exorcism #haarlep #haarlep headcanons #haarlep x you #haarlep x reader #haarlep imagines #haarlep baldur's gate 3 #haarlep smut #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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gemini526sdumptruck · 30 days

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The Residents of Dead End

These guys were a batch of OCs I made a year ago, and lately I just had the motivation to digitalize them (they haven't had any digital appearances until now). I finally came up with some kind of lore for them and where they live!

These objects live in a town known only as "Dead End". It's a place that's almost completely isolated from the rest of the world. Everyone who lives here is either a monster, looks rather deathly, just really twisted, or a combination of these. Traditions and cultures in Dead End are very different from any other place's, with them ranging from a little strange to rather macabre. Dead End's townspeople tend to not like outsiders very much, and so it's said by many people that entering Dead End is like a death wish.

Brief character descriptions under the cut

Lavender- Kinda the main girl here. She's the most reserved of all these guys. Lavender is gentle, friendly, and is said to be very calming to be around. She just likes to visit graveyards and ghosts from time to time.

Jig and Saw- They're twins who are essentially "soul bound" to eachother. They share the exact same thoughts and always finish eachother's sentences. Jig is super flamboyant and extroverted, while Saw is painfully dull and monotone. Jig knows how you will die, Saw knows when.

Nine- He's a cloud who rains (and leaks) ink instead of rain (or at least, it's assumed to be ink). Nobody really knows how or why, and neither does Nine. He's not one of many words, but occasionally he lets out raspy, whispery sentences.

Ody- Ody is a wind-up doll who also plays music. Particularly he likes to dance to the eerie melodies he contains, even though his movement is janky. He's got a surprising amount of snark to him, but everything he says sounds super cheery and saccharine, punctuated with a giggle.

Burnout- She's technically not...alive. Burnout’s essentially a hollowed corpse. Her eyes look black because she’s literally hollow inside. Some unforeseen force is controlling her body and basically puppeting it. Otherwise, she's a very outgoing kind of girl.

Cloaky- Nobody knows what object Cloaky even is, but because they always walk around in that cloak, everyone just started calling them Cloaky. Cloaky wants nothing more than to have a lot of friends who love and care about them. However, if you're around them long enough you may find that they are rather...obsessive.

Confetti- He's the resident party planner of Dead End. He appears to always be super happy and cheerful, and sometimes his sentences can come across as manic. He always wants to be sure everyone is happy and smiling and his parties are the best they can be. The theming of his parties are always eerie and creepy, but the residents of Dead End love it. However, when he's provoked or when his parties go wrong, he can get real aggressive real quick.

Chro- He's currently the oldest living resident of Dead End, which nobody would believe when you see how young he looks. However, this is because throughout the years, Chro has been stealing the youth from other (outsider) objects to make himself younger. He has a deep fear of the passage of time and growing older, and so why not find a way to stay young forever? He's a very cryptic and pessimistic guy, usually telling most outsiders that they don’t have much time on this Earth to fulfill their hopes and dreams, often insisting they never will.

Red- She's a butler who works for her master Ȕ̵̹̅͘n̶͇͍̘͒͗k̷͇̓n̶̤̿ō̵̤̮̯̈́w̵̩͝n̴͚̺̾̿̔. Red is very polite and proper, and always strives to please those she works for. She's very jumpy, on edge and is very protective of Ȕ̵̹̅͘n̶͇͍̘͒͗k̷͇̓n̶̤̿ō̵̤̮̯̈́w̵̩͝n̴͚̺̾̿̔. She's also a very great cook. They say she makes the absolute best things with rum.

Phantern- He's never lived or died, he's just a spirit who's been wandering around Dead End for a long time. He only speaks in cryptic rhymes, his voice ghostly and calm. He may look intimidating, but Phantern is generally very calm. He feeds off of souls, and he will only consume your soul if you have greatly wronged him or anybody else in an unforgivable way. He also has the ability to calm troubled souls. Phantern only appears at night, and even then he's still very hidden.

Haybale- He's a scarecrow farmer who basically grows most of Dead End's produce. He's a hard worker, and he's very proud of his farm. He's a little unhinged, with a lot of his plant growing methods being largely unorthodox and off putting. But many of Dead End's residents say his produce is the best in town.

#osc #object show community #object shows #object show #object show oc #digital art #creepy cute #creepy #procreate #if i need to tag anything lmk

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prescottsgirl · 9 months

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BABY IT’S HALLOWEEN, AND WE CAN BE ANYTHING

college!sidney prescott x reader

summary: taking sidney to a date on halloween night goes weary when her past creeps up on her like a dark cloud.

warning: panic attack

note: i went to target, saw their halloween stuff was out, then decided to write a halloween fic.

Sidney knew it was a bad idea, but how could she force her girlfriend to stay in on one of her favorite holidays? Sidney herself was never a big halloween person. She preferred Christmas. She wasn't into scary movies and she didn't like to be scared. All the blood was gross to her and the creepy masks made her skin crawl. She enjoyed dressing up as her favorite princesses as a kid and getting sugar highs from all the candy, but as she got older, it simply wasn't fun to her anymore.

She just never thought she'd be living in her own horror movie.

It was the first halloween since she'd almost been brutally murdered like those girls in those horror movies. She's gotten calls from people who try and convince her that they're ghost face to startle her. But it doesn't bother her too much, it's really just irritating at this point. But having people hide behind masks and costumes was a whole different ball game. She knows it's halloween tradition but she felt like everyone behind a bloody mask was out to get her.

You thought that a fall festival just minutes away from your college would be a nice date to take Sidney on. Everyone else was out at halloween party's, or taking their own kids trick or treating. You wanted to do something with her.

Sidney was reluctant to go. But she knew it would make you happy so she gulped down her concerns and said yes with a smile.

When the sky had turned dark, you and Sidney made your way down to the bustling festival. You held on to your girlfriends hand, not wanting to lose her. What you wouldn't admit is that you could sense she was a little anxious. Crowds certainly made her nervous. But she would be okay as long as you held onto her.

Sidney wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, far too lost in her thoughts and distracted at the loud music and all the different halloween costumes. She slightly jumped when a cup with a light orange liquid was handed to her.

"It's hot cider. You look a little cold," you giggled at her red nose. The crisp air had quickly set into town only a couple of weeks ago.

Sidney smiled at you and took the cup into her hand. It instantly sent a warm wave throughout her body, but she thinks it might just be because she's flustered from your thoughtfulness. "Thank you."

As you began walking around again, you placed a hand on the small of Sidney's back. Enough comfort for her to know you're there without spilling the steaming cider.

You and Sidney spent the next hour watching apple bobbing contests, playing silly autumn games, and trying different treats. You genuinely saw Sidney start to loosen up a bit.

However, the more she walked through the busy crowd with you, the more she started to feel suffocated by all these strangers hidden behind masks.

But as soon as that familiar mask flashed past her face, she felt her heart sink.

He was towering over her, and she couldn't see the eyes so she swore he was staring right at her. Maybe because she's the Sidney Prescott, or maybe he was just trying to intimidate her. She could hear each pound of her heart in her ears and her cheeks flushed so red that it burned.

She suddenly forgot that you were beside her. Maybe you really weren't. You probably got lost in the crowd. Or maybe ghostface had already gotten to you. She felt like everyone was after her. She couldn't breathe. Oh god, she couldn't breathe and she was going to die. You were going to die.

She ran off, pushing through the crowd, and you didn't notice her drift away until she frantically ran right past you. You saw the ghostface as well so you quickly came to an understanding of what had freaked her out so much. You could tell it was clearly fake and just another innocent person in a halloween costume, but you also hadn't been through everything Sidney had.

You started running after her, trying to maneuver your way through the crowd without losing sight of your girlfriend. You called out her name in hopes to draw her attention and pull her out of her own head, but it had failed.

She soon turned a corner into an empty alley that people were hardly walking through. She slid down the brick wall like a crumbled heap while she held her hand over her mouth to try and control her erratic breathing.

You finally caught up to her and kneeled down to her level. She hated being vulnerable, but when she was in this state, you were her only safe place. "Sidney? Sid?" You tried to advert her attention to you but she seems too dissociated. "Sidney, can I touch you? Hm?"

She nodded but still failed to look at you. She felt of a large wave of fear, sadness, and embarrassment wash over her. You put your fingers under her chin and gently guided her face up to look up you. Finally, her eyes met yours and you gave her the gentlest smile to show her that everything was okay.

"There you are. Look at my eyes, baby. Don't focus on anything else." She listened to your instructions but her chest rose and fell with such power that you thought her heart would jump out of her chest. Her tears glistened under the moonlight as they continued to heavily stream down her face. "I swear it's only a costume, I saw him take the mask off. Nobody going to hurt you, I promise."

"Why— why would they do that?" Her hands frantically reached up and held onto your forearms, trying to stabilize her entire existence. And she's not looking for an answer. But she's genuinely curious why someone would dress up as someone who destroyed her entire life.

"I know, baby. It's awful but they're just dressing up. Just take deep breaths with me."

Sidney slowly regained a normal breathing rate as she mimicked your own. She cuddled close to your body, hoping for you to wrap her up in your arms. You did just that, rubbing her back in a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry I ruined tonight. I know you were excited. I really tried…” she trailed off, her voice weak and cracking.

“No, no, don’t say that. You didn’t ruin anything. I had an amazing time from what we did do,” she looked up at you with glistening eyes, still in your arms, “i’m so proud of you for even going out tonight.”

She gently smiled and leaned up to kiss your lips before resting her head back on your chest. "I really hate halloween," she said, but rather in a tone to lighten the mood. You chuckled at her, leaning down to kiss the top of her dark hair.

"Let's get you back home, my love."

#sidney prescott hates halloween!#i don’t know how to properly end fics wow #sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #wlw #lesbian #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream fanfic

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hrodvitnon · 4 months

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Okay, I need to calm down... so I've been working on another SIGNALIS fic, this one considerably lighter in tone than Ne Cede Malis, in which Ariane has art block and seeks to fix that by sketching Elster. Gay Panic ensues. But before that Gay Panic, there is...

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Well, why not? It's not as if they've probably broken a dozen extremely specific rules by this point in the voyage. Elster holds out one hardtack. Ariane scrutinizes the cracker-like foodstuff, leans in to sniff at it as if that will make it more palatable, and gingerly presses her teeth into it. What little flavor she gets on her tongue is a whole lot of... nothing.

"Harder," Elster instructs with an amused lilt in her voice.

Ariane applies more pressure, but Elster wasn't kidding about tooth strength – do Replikas have hydraulic jaws just to crack these things apart?

"Do you require assistance, Officer Yeong?"

Ariane shoots her a look that says, Yes, and would you kindly please not take so much enjoyment out of this? Elster cracks a smile, her fingers snapping the infernal thing with a loud crack so that Ariane can be left with a much smaller and more manageable piece. It's rather funny seeing how the officer's face scrunches with every audible crunch as she meticulously works through the aggressively dry hardtack.

"Not to your taste?" Elster surmises.

Somehow, Ariane reduces it into small enough pieces to swallow without choking her. "I wasn't aware that clinical depression came in cracker form."

Elster makes a chuffing noise, Ariane taking a spoonful of oatmeal to wash the nonexistent taste out of her mouth.

"It's not that bad."

"We could use that stuff to repair a damaged hull!"

"Yes, but then what would I eat?"

Ariane slides the bowl to stand between her and Elster, scoops up some oatmeal in her spoon and holds it up in offering. Elster doesn't plan to start diving into the Gestalt rations just to get away from panzerplatten for a cycle or two, but Ariane isn't the sort to back down from an offer and she has to admit, the idea of tasting actual food is tempting. Elster leans in and opens her mouth, tongue extending to catch a bit of oats and fruit about to drip down from the spoon. There's a silent hitch in Ariane's breath as she watches this.

And then her cheeks flush the instant Elster's lips make contact with the spoon.

Elster's lips just touched her spoon.

The same spoon she needs to finish her breakfast with.

Schoolgirl giggling from Mandelbrot Polytechnical echoes in the chambers of her memory, of popular girls at a crowded lunch table gossiping over So-And-So getting an indirect kiss from Such-And-Such. Ariane has never been kissed before, directly or otherwise. Her only experience with it had been the maternal affections of her mother pressing a peck to her brow or on her cheek. At the time, Ariane pretended it didn't bother her because why make a big deal out of some spit when she had more pressing concerns, like not getting jumped by a gang of upperclassmen when Erika wasn't around to protect her? Nobody liked the creepy ghost girl from Leng anyway. Boys didn't draw her eye and girls were pretty but insidiously cruel. Such things were locked away in the realm of impossibilities.

But now here Ariane is, and Elster's lips and tongue have touched her spoon.

Meanwhile, Elster is blissfully unaware of the fact that she just caused Ariane's brain to shift gears without a clutch.

#signalis #elster 512 #ariane yeong #ACHTUNG. ACHTUNG.#preview

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halfagone · 1 year

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I just found this hilarious story called “Adventures of Magical Girl Ghostly Star”, where Danny and his rogues get sent to the DC universe, with Danny pretending to be a magical girl because he doesn’t know how the DC universe feels about ghosts. My prompt would be a one shot about magical girl Danny meeting a legit magic user like Zatanna and Constantine with shenanigans ensuing from that point forward. What do you think?

Huehuehue~ Okay, so! There are a couple ways this could go... Let's go with the funniest option:

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Zatanna squinted her eyes so close together that she could hardly see past her eyelashes. This hero from another universe, called "Phantom", shuffled his feet shyly as he stood in front of her, clearly trying very hard not to shrink under her scrutinizing gaze. Bruce had said Phantom identified himself as a "Magical Girl" (Boy??), and Bruce had requested her presence to confirm its validity.

Problem was... Zatanna hadn't even realized Magical Girls were a thing. In fiction and anime, sure, but in real life?

She would have no way of knowing whether it were true or not. Phantom did have an air of death around him, but half the hero community had an air of death around them so that was hardly telling proof. There was definitely something supernatural about him, but it was hard to say how 'magical' that could be considered.

She tilted her head to the side and examined him a little more closely. Honestly... It would make sense? He had white hair like starlight, that floated around the crown of his forehead with a will of their own like an aura of brilliant light. His outfit was... not nearly as magical, but hey, she did have to admit a hazmat suit was a lot more practical than a frilly skirt and knee-high boots. And she swore there was a perpetual sprinkle of stardust around his eyes, dusting his cheeks with constellations disguising themselves as freckles...

"Yeah, okay." Zatanna agreed with a shrug of her shoulders. "It seems pretty legit to me."

Bruce snapped his head towards her. "What?"

Phantom gaped at her. "REALLY?!"

[On the other side of things:]

Constantine took one look at the so-called "Magical Girl" before he dragged his gaze over to Bruce. When he saw the man's serious expression, he instantly knew that this was no joke. He took a swig of his liquor. (He was far too sober for this.)

"Sure," Constantine grumbled. "That seems legit."

He was not going to be the one to explain how they'd somehow winded up with a death entity.

He wasn't malicious. Constantine had slept at night with far worse guilt hanging over his head.

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OR! In other words: As far as the magic users know, they have never met a Magical Girl before, and thus they have no way of confirming if Danny is lying or not. They can tell something is amiss, or that they're missing some things, but it's never enough to confirm for certain. Constantine at first is pretty certain that Danny isn't a Magical Girl, but then something really lucky, perhaps even ✨Magical✨ happens to or around him, and slowly Constantine is convinced that maybe he really is. Zatanna, meanwhile, is experiencing the opposite. She sees Danny doing really creepy, humanly impossible deeds and she realizes with dawning wariness that he is no Magical Girl. Still a pretty sweet kid, sure, but yeah, there is nothing Magical about Danny splitting his head in two for shits and giggles.

#halfagone replies #dpxdc #tw: slight body horror #dpxdc au

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Following up on the last ask: I'm trying to imagine now after skye came back from julia's world (if she took her to another world or something in the darkness) if she maybe explained to Willow and Kris who Julia is and if maybe she can come to their sleepover next time (if julia can freely move between worlds) and how Skye would tell her mom all this lol

this rly got to my creative juices so here’s a little look into that for shits and giggles ❤️

“Alright, Skye, you’ve gathered us here. What’s the deal?” Kris asked, crossing her arms.

“It seemed really urgent, are you okay? Is the ghost thing back and bothering you again?” Willow asked.

Skye sighed and smiled at them. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. And about the ghost thing- well, yes and no.”

“Yes and no? What does that mean?” Kris asked.

“Well…it’s easier to show you. Come on, into my room.”

They follow Skye upstairs into her room, and Skye shuts the door behind everyone. Then she shuts the curtains and turns the light off. “Alright, don’t freak out, okay?” Skye asked.

“Are we supposed to see something?” Willow asked apologetically. “Cause all I see is nothing.”

“Just wait,” Skye promised. She cleared her throat. “Julia?”

“Julia? Who’s Julia-“ Kris gets interrupted by a hum coming from a fourth person.

As their eyes adjust to the dark, a red glow appears from behind Skye; first they spot a hat, and then the girl attached to it in all black, leaning her head on Skye’s shoulder. She smiles politely at them all. “Hello, girls.”

Willow gasped. “Oh, my god. Okay, Skye, what the heck is going on?”

“Guys, meet Julia. She’s, uh, the one who was trying to talk to me. In the dark. She’s cool though! We like her. We do not want to get rid of her.”

“No way,” Kris said, laughing with disbelief. “That’s- wow. Alright.”

“Are you a ghost?” Willow asked.

“Willow!” Skye groaned.

Julia chuckled softly. “No, I am not. Though I enjoyed hearing your theory about me last time. It was very clever.”

“You heard all that?”

“If there’s a shadow in the room, I hear everything.”

“Ooh, that’s kind of creepy- no offense!” Willow laughed nervously.

“No need to worry, I understand,” Julia chuckled softly. “You humans need time to get used to everything.”

Kris squinted at Julia and took in her look. “Wait a minute- Skye, is this why you’ve gone goth all of a sudden?”

Willow gasped. “Oh my god, it totally is, isn’t it? Aww, that’s kinda cute, actually. Nice to support your new friend.”

Skye began to blush, “Well, about that…”

Julia leaned into Skye more, and interlocked her fingers with Skye. “It’s much more than that.”

“No way you got a demon girlfriend and didn’t tell us!” Kris yelled in disbelief.

“She’s not a demon!” Skye groaned again. “She’s- well, I dunno. A…darkness being?”

“Something along those lines,” Julia agreed.

“But she’s your girlfriend! Like, god damn, Skye. That’s an achievement if I’ve ever heard one.” Kris said.

“Uh, Skye, that is great and all- really, I am super happy for you,” Willow said, “but uh, how does your mom feel about all this?”

Skye sucked in a breath. “Well…I haven’t actually told her yet.”

“Dude,” Kris said, “that’s gonna be a problem.”

“She doesn’t need to know!” Skye insisted. “Not yet. She wouldn’t understand. You know how parents are.”

“At some point she’s gonna find out,” Willow said.

“Yes, but not right now! Please don’t tell her. I told you guys about it because you’re my best friends and I trust you.”

Kris and Willow looked at each other, then sighed. “Alright, we won’t tell.”

“Yes! Thank you guys so much.” Skye pulled them into a hug. “Oh, since Julia’s here, do you guys wanna see something really cool that she can do?”

“Uh, yeah,” Kris scoffed, “I wanna know everything that your spooky girlfriend knows how to do.”

“Cool! Julia? Can you show them what you showed me?”

“Well…” Julia sighed apologetically, “not quite, my love. But I can show them how I move from shadow to shadow? If I’m allowed to join your party.”

“Of course you’re allowed to join. Right guys?” Skye looked over at her friends.

“I do wanna see how one moves from shadow to shadow,” Kris said with a nod.

“Yes, of course you can stay!” Willow said, grabbing Julia’s hand and patting it. “You’re with Skye, which means you’re officially with us, girl. Welcome in!”

Julia smiled brightly at them. “Thank you, really; I appreciate it more than you can imagine.”

“Alright, Julia, show us your thing,” Skye said, sitting on the bed with an adoring look on her face.

#ask!!#my writing!!

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douevenbleachbro · 9 months

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Ichigo and Rukia Get A Room (Finally!)

Day 5: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Rating: E/M (It's smut ya'll. No plot lives here)

Not many knew of the Room of Requirements. Those who did know, knew that the room would show to those who found it whatever they needed. Some needed a place to hide, others a quiet place to study, and some wanted to simply be back in their bedroom at home because they were homesick.

Right now, Ichigo and Rukia needed to get a room.

Fresh off of Gryffindor's Quidditch win, Ichigo had slid out of the common room post-game celebration, trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be having his hair and face. It didn't help that he had become the most notorious 7th year in Hogwarts for his stellar gameplay and excellent grades, as well as his head-turning good looks. Girls at Hogwarts seem to have a hard time keeping their squealing and giggling to themselves. He did not like the attention, preferring to keep a low profile.

Which is what he needed right now. He needed to make it to the 7th floor unnoticed. He slung his hood over his bright hair and tried to slip away without alerting the Fat Lady in the painting. Luckily for him, she was distracted by a fellow painting, so he sprinted away as stealthily as he could. Reaching the bottom of some stairs, he pulled out a tattered map and tapped the parchment three times.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no person (or ghost) was around. Ink started to swirl and snake around the old parchment, forming paths and words. The once empty piece of parchment was now an intricate map of all of Hogwart's visible and hidden places. It also showed him where everyone was. There, on the 7th floor at the end of a hallway was the room of requirement, and inside was the name 'Kuchiki Rukia.' Ichigo smiled. Of course, she would already be there. He knew better than to think her eager. He knew better than anyone how Rukia would organize and map out every single step she took in a day, especially the days they would meet. They didn't get many opportunities to get time alone, what with finals and Quidditch and trying to figure out what they were doing after school was done and over, so it was important to Rukia to ensure every meet-up was as efficient and productive as possible.

"That's not very sexy Kuchiki," Ichigo had said one particularly rainy afternoon they had spent at Hogsmeade. She simply shrugged, sipping her butterbeer.

"I don't have one of your fancy little maps, so I do what I can," she chirped, eyes closed and chin up. She would've looked very dignified if she hadn't had a full foam mustache.

Darting up the stairs, Ichigo kept to the dark corners and empty rooms, making sure to dodge and avoid any teachers or unfriendly ghosts. He almost had a run-in with As-Nodt, the creepy groundskeeper, but managed to dodge him by scuttling into a hidden room on the 5th floor. After some more weaving and dodging, Ichigo finally reached the 7th floor. The Room of Requirement materialized before him and he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. He tapped his map with his wand once again - "mischief managed"- and took a deep breath, before entering the room.

He was greeted by the soft scent of freesia and fresh snow. The room was warm and toasty thanks to the big fireplace burning at the end of the room. The large windows that took up most of the walls were covered in snow and the corners where the light of the fire couldn't reach were lit by floating candles. There were plants and flowers all around the walls, and cushions, rugs, and pillows everywhere on the floor. It was truly a soft and cozy place they had made up for themselves.

In the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, sat Rukia. As expected, she had a huge book open in front of her. She was looking up at the ceiling, her wand raised as snowflakes danced down and settled on her hair. She had loosened her usual side ponytail, her dark hair flowing down her back and spilling around her. It shined against the paleness of her skin and the white of the falling snow. Noticing him, Rukia turned, a wide smile spreading on her flushed face. Ichigo couldn't help smiling back.

"Ichigo, look! I finally got it!" Rukia waved her wand a little too enthusiastically, the snowflakes swirling faster around her, forming a snowball. She gasped and flinched against the cold water that was about to get dunked on her if Ichigo hadn't thrown a shield over her head. Looking up, Rukia saw the water trickle down the sides of the shield. Ichigo kneeled next to her, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I need to pay more attention to my wrist movements."

"Yeah, maybe," Ichigo whispered, his lips already ghosting over her throat, sending shivers down her spine. She huffed softly, the hair on her face flying forward.

"A little eager, aren't we?" She teased, a little breathless. Ichigo pressed his lips and tongue on the skin behind her ears, pushing her back into the plush cushions under them. Her soft hiss of pleasure made him smile.

"Productive and efficient, right Kuchiki?" He nipped at her jaw, his hands now sliding down her thighs. He settled himself between her legs, pressing into her. Her hips responded with a push, making them moan. "Which, by the way, you didn't follow today, seeing as how you're still fully in your uniform," he tugged a her blue tie, loosening it and sliding it off her collar. Rukia's hands started working on the buttons of his shirt.

"I got distracted. I've been working on that bloody spell for ages," she yanked his shirt off and moved down to his pants as Ichigo continued to pepper her throat and collarbone with nips and kisses. He started following Rukia's moves and almost ripped her shirt off in his desperation. "Don't you dare Kurosaki! I don't want to mend another shirt!" He would've answered if he wasn't so busy with kissing her chest and removing her bra. Rukia let go of his pants and opted to run her fingers into his hair as his mouth caught one of her breasts. His tongue laved at her until her nipple was a hardened peak, then moved to the next one. The feeling of his hot tongue on her always set every nerve on fire, making her instantly wet. He could make her come just like that, with his tongue on her chest and his hips grinding into her, but not tonight.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, Ichigo slid up, reaching her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, finding hers. They kissed, deep and hungry, whilst Ichigo slid a hand down to her ass and squeezed.

"Sorry we beat you guys so badly today," he teased, going for her neck again. Rukia rolled her eyes.

"You're not sorry at all, Kurosaki. Besides, our Seeker is shit." That got a huff of laughter from Ichigo, who went to kiss her again.

"So it's not that I'm good, it's that they were shit?" He kissed down her body, nipping at her flat tummy, his tongue circling her navel. Rukia giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"No, no, you guys were good. You were great, actually." Ichigo stopped and looked up, genuine surprise on his face.

"Was that a compliment?" Rukia shrugged and giggled again, the sound making the beating on his ribs skip a beat. Merlin was he embarrasing.

"Credit were credit's due, Kurosaki. Besides, it's the end of the year so, what the hell." Ichigo snorted.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw. Maybe I'll finally get a proper answer to my confession?" He asked teasingly, returning to play at her navel. Rukia laughed.

"Oh, I haven't given you an answer to that yet? How horrible of me!"

"Yes, absolutely ghastly behavior from the Kuchiki Princess," Ichigo bit into her inner thigh, close to where she wanted him but not close enough. He pressed his tongue on the bite, soothing the sting, and continued a path down, down, closer to her center. Rukia's fingers were digging into his scalp, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to pin her, breathing hotly at her now dripping pussy. "I think you deserve a little punishment for that."

"Ichigo," Rukia moaned, parting her thighs further to give him more access. Just the feeling of his breath on her had her head spinning and she just knew he was going to drag this out. He was always in a great mood after winning a match, which meant he would bring that excess adrenaline to her. Not that she minded, but it had been a stressful week and they hadn't seen each other and she missed him and...

All thoughts flew out once Ichigo's tongue pressed hard against her clit. Rukia's head slammed back against a cushion as she moaned loudly. Her nails scraped against his skull, but he didn't care. The sting was a good way to keep focused and not make a mess of himself just off of Rukia's voice. He lapped and sucked and bit at her clit and lips, relishing how wet she was for him. With his tongue still hot on her, he slid a finger into her, then another, pushing and pulling slowly as his tongue continued its onslaught on her pussy. Rukia came hard on his fingers and into his mouth, her back arching off the floor. Ichigo kept his tongue pressed against her clit as she rode her orgasm, the sensitivity making her legs close around his head instinctively. Ichigo kept the weight of his arms on her thighs to stop her from crushing him. It didn't take long for Ichigo to have Rukia trembling with another shattering orgasm with the way he moved his wicked tongue on her. It left her a whimpering mess with her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Ichigo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling wolfishly. He brushed the hair away from her face and forehead, staring at how beautifully her long hair fanned around her. Rukia huffed.

"Stop staring." Ichigo leaned down, his nose brushing hers. He kissed her again, softly first, then deeper. She could taste herself in his mouth, making her blush. His hands roamed her body, running down her spine, brushing the side of her breasts, sliding down her back and hooking under her ass, lifting her slightly. He positioned himself, hard and dripping, at her entrance. Grabbing his dick, he brushed his tip up and down her lips, coating himself with her slick and thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling out her mouth. He rubbed his shaft along her pussy, making her gasp at the mind-numbing feeling of pleasure she felt from having him on her. She was sure the sheets and cushions under her were soaked by now with the way she was gushing.

"Ichigo...Ichigo please..." Rukia keened, her hips thrusting up. He adjusted his hands again to make sure he was gripping her ass tight as he slid slowly into her, stretching her. Rukia's mouth hung open on a long moan as he pushed deeper, filling her. Ichigo grunted with effort as he bottomed out, his fingers clutching her tightly. They were both breathing loudly, adjusting to their positions. Ichigo lowered himself to capture her mouth, kissing her deeply. He could feel her slick dripping around him, allowing his cock to bury deeper. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, ripping a scream from Rukia. Her eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm of almost pulling out fully then ramming back in. He could feel her walls tightening around him.

"Oh fuck, Ichigo, harder," Rukia moaned, her ankles crossing on his lower back to push him closer. He grabbed her legs and hooked them around his biceps, burying himself deeper. All Rukia could do was mumble unintelligibly as she felt his thrusts in her chest. Ichigo moved a hand to her clit and pressed down, moving in circles. He felt another gush down his thighs and got another scream from Rukia. He continued to pound into her, the sounds of their slick skin slapping together and their moaning the only sounds in the room.

Not too soon after, Ichigo felt the telltale signs of Rukia's peak. Her nails were digging into her skin and her voice had gone staccato. He pressed harder on her clit and leaned down to her ear.

"Come on baby, come for me," he whispered, pushing her to the edge. Rukia cried out, her body convulsing as she came, hard. She barely heard his choked-out moans over her own voice calling for him as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Ichigo followed soon after, pounding roughly into her, dragging her onto the edge again, sending her over as they came together, their mouths covering each other's moans. Ichigo spilled into her, hot and sticky, filling her until she overflowed. Their combined juices spilled out of her and onto their thighs, combining with their sweat.

Later, when they lay next to one another with their legs intertwined and Rukia's head over Ichigo's chest, he played with her hair, smoothing a strand down her back, his knuckles caressing her skin, making her shiver. She took a deep breath, stretching over his body.

"Ichigo," she called out in a whisper, sleep taking her under. He replied with a "hmm?" She raised her head to look at him. "You do know that I love you, right? I know I didn't say it before because of exams and my family being annoying and..." She gasped as Ichigo pressed over her, his eyes bright and soft. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her until she was seeing stars. He broke the kiss with a grin.

"I know, Kuchiki, I know. Your brother can be an ass though," he laughed at the small smack she gave his shoulder. She was going to say something else, but Ichigo thought it best to just keep kissing. Nothing else really needed to be said.

#ichirukimonth2023 #irmonth2023 #day 5: I solemnly swear I am up to no good #this was too long lol #I get carried away by the smut #Gryffindor/Ravenclaw IR supremacy #although Ichigo can also be a Slytherin #Slytherin/Hufflepuff is also good

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kittyofalltrades · 9 months

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Rejected. (Comfort fic)

Yea I'm not sure what this is beside Frankie being sweet. So read on lol.

Words:1384

No beta we die like Tom

Rating: General Audience

You stared at the phone in your hand around the tears that were starting to form. It was a rejection message. You’d gotten bold on a night out and given your number to a man and excitedly spent the week texting him until you’d gone on a date. You’d have a lot of fun even going back to his apartment to make out and be a bit handsy before you returned home. His kisses had left you flustered and giggling like an idiot, which he hadn’t seemed to approve of but you’d pushed forward.

“How are we gonna get anything done with you giggling like that,” he’d asked exasperated. But you’d pushed on and things had gone well. Or so you’d thought. The message could be summed up as a “it’s not you it’s me but we can still be friends” type deal. You almost laughed as you reread the words, and slipped the phone in your pocket. You couldn’t let this distract you from your day when you had work that needed doing. Frankie strolled into the bar to see his friend and favorite bartender looking utterly downtrodden. He wanted to go ask her what was wrong but he was worried it would come off as creepy. Instead he beelined to the table with the boys. They seemed a little somber themselves and that concerned him.

“Who died?” he asked in a joking tone. “Your girl is sad. We watched her go from all smiles to sad in the span of three text messages,” Benny answered softly.

Frankie sputtered out that she wasn’t his girl but he was curious what had caused her to be upset. “Does anybody know what the texts said?”

“Why don’t you go ask her?” Will offered.

“Rumor has it she went on a date last night. Looks like it didn’t go well,” Santiago added matter of factly.

Those words made Frankie’s heart drop. He’d been waiting for a chance to ask her out, but an opportunity never presented itself. It hurt to hear that he’d missed his shot. Well maybe not missed it fully if she was at the bar looking upset.

“Okay I’ll go talk to her,” he said firmly. He swiped Benny’s shot and downed it before straightening and heading to the bar to talk to her.

A nervous throat clearing made you look up from the glass you were polishing for the third time. You quickly sat it down and looked up to meet the deep coffee eyes for Frankie. Frankie you think might like you, but when he did make a move you gave up. Frankie of the sweet shy smiles and tender looks.

“What’s up Frankie?” you asked, trying your hardest to be perky. But perky fell flat and you could tell the second a frown creased his lips.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” Frankie asked softly.

The word pumpkin drew a small giggle out of you. “You know you’re the only one that has the stones to call me pumpkin right?”

“Well since you haven’t hit me, I figured it was okay.”

“I guess it is. So what's up? Need more drinks for the boys?,” you asked, trying to deflect the question. You really didn’t want to talk about your night. Almost as if reading your mind Frankie sat on the nearest barstool and gave you a soft nod. You paused wondering if you really should tell him, but there was no point in hiding it. Not when Santiago was likely to find out and tell the rest of the miscreants leading back to Frankie anyway.

“Fine.” You huffed out a sigh and threw your towel down. “I went on a date. I thought it went well. Except the giggling, but apparently he didn’t think so. He sent me a long heartfelt message that was supposed to make me feel better or something I guess. But I almost wish he’d just ghosted me.”

“Can I see the text?”

You frowned but passed the phone over for him to read the text that managed to make you feel bad for being upset, but also royally pissed you off. One of your fellow bartenders telling you that you shouldn’t be upset either hadn’t helped your feelings in the slightest.

So look… I hate having to do this but I gotta be honest about my feelings…I think we’re very different people and I don’t see this working out between us. I just don’t think the vibes were there, we just have very different interests and very different energy. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot I like about you, but the awkwardness was felt on my end a few times last night. I think you’re great I really do, we just don’t vibe like I had hoped. I hope you understand.

“Well that was incredibly reasonable and polite,” Frankie started. He stopped talking as soon as your face fell further. “But it was rude to do it after one date, connections aren’t instant. You have to actually form them like me and you.”

“Me and you?” you asked softly.

“And honestly you’re an angel, you’re sweet, smart, funny, drop dead beautiful. I wish I’d asked you out sooner. I just wish he hadn’t had a chance to hurt you first though,” Frankie prattled on. “I mean he hasn’t had the chance to properly get to know you and your quirks. How can he do that after one date? Like the way you giggle when you’re nervous, or fidgeting while you think, or that cute little hair twirl you do. You’re amazing and beautiful and you deserve the world and every good thing in it….”

You just watched him in shock, he’d said he liked you among other things. When Frankie paused in his tirade of how wonderful you were you leaned across the bar and grabbed his collar. With a hard yank you brought your lips to his pressing a lingering kiss on his plush lips. You pulled away with a giggle when a roaring cheer went up from his friends. You looked at Frankie with his eyes still closed and lips parted and giggled again.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asked softly as he finally recovered.

“Not at you… a good kiss makes me giggle. He didn’t like that either,” you said with a shrug.

“Yeah he’s a fucking idiot.” Frankie reached out and cupped your cheek again and gave you a soft smile. “Can I take you out tomorrow night pumpkin?”

“Only if you promise to kiss me like that again,” you answered and tipped your face up in invitation.

Frankie kissed you more slowly, taking his time to make sure you were lost in it before he pulled away. When his lips left yours, you instantly started to giggle making him smile widely. He liked that his kiss provoked that reaction and he hated that somebody else got to experience it. But now that he knew it was an option he was going to kiss you every chance he got. He leaned forward and pressed another kiss to your lips and smiled when you giggled again.

“Tomorrow then,” he said softly before releasing your face.

“Tomorrow,” you agreed.

Tomorrow you had a date with someone who thought you giggling during a kiss was cute. A man that wouldn’t text you a rejection he’d at least call. Once Frankie returned to the table with his friends victorious you picked up your phone and drafted a message back to your date from last night.

It’s okay, I completely understand. And I think we are different people. I hope you find what you’re looking for and thanks to you I just did. I found the man that thinks it’s sweet when I giggle after a kiss. Have a nice life and I hope you find somebody that is as good to you as I would have been.

With the message sent you waited for text bubbles to form before blocking him, no need for flimsy excuses when you had a man that thought you were perfect. You gave Frankie a finger wave that made him blush and his friends hoot with glee before turning back to the tasks at hand. You were gonna have a helluva date with him, you were going to see to it.

#triple frontier #frankie morales #catfish morales #francisco catfish morales #comfort fic #idk what i'm doing

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delicatebluebirdruins · 5 months

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the creeping shadow first read

books 1&2, book 3

one day i will have a solid grasp on what to name these... not this day (this was my first book of 2024 i was reading it during Jooles Hootenany and was like two chapters? away from the end? i have no idea wish i made a note oh well)

this book is an ex library from somewhere called Snodland. SNODLAND. i just want to laugh.

5 Emma Marchment ghost hunting with mirrors which is actually really fun

13 Wan Tina, Medicore Ted and Jumpy Dave. Hello [temporary] team mates 14 "concerned about supervisors that they never acted like proper teams" it must be very hard to rely on people to keep you alive but you also have to rely on adults most of the time (what happened with Lucy in her home town being an extreme case of the unique hardships that brings)

21 "hey there's nothing disgusting about random body parts" lmao skull

33 Dave is the only one who has rights. (and he and Lucy being little shits is so funny)

39 the skull had a point about the flower pot

43 "the slim and elegant figure of Holly Munro standing picturesquely beside him [Lockwood]" detect a little jealous and bit of yearning for Lockwood

49 "[Lockwood] and that girl were still on a high when they came in. Quite exhilarated. Laughing and giggling together." a little hurt and jealousy electric boogaloo

53 Skull and Lucy in a flatshare situation (i need Lockwood's pov)

58 the skull feels bad for Lucy

60 the shock of seeing Lockwood at her door is great. His smile "it was warm but somewhat hesitant, as if it hadn't been recently used. It was the smile I'd hazily imagined a hundred times; only now it was real, solid, meant just for me" this entire bit so much is said but not outright you know?

her spiel about his chosen tie and her own thoughts about her reaction also the laundry bag and Lockwood holding it is so i would rather die (hilarious to think about this scene happening in the show just in general but imagine if we got this scene AND they kept the towel scene in the show)

66 "Making tea is a ritual that stops the world from falling in on you" I just like all the quotes about tea

70 first off I want to know what was said when Lockwood "growing angry with me at last" and just laugh at Lucy imagining him going down on bended knee asking her to return to the company

82 "what could it be?... not a date surely?- the boy's got eyes" the skull my love

92 this is awkward

96 just the entire bit about crackers is so funny

100 Penelope is a locklyle shipper so one of us (also this would be so great in the show as it would be following the "you feel safe with him"

103 "I didn't feel bad about the fib though. I'd been lied to as well"

104 the Rotwell mascot is called Roger? also the posters are great

108 the heck? the mummified head Lucy finds at the start of the book is not destroyed?

111 I love this chat with Holly but what was she going to ask "I was going to ask you about -whether you found- oh good, and here are the boys too" like come on what was it?

121 KIPPS!

146 talking about the skull is so funny

152 snapshots of the past

157 compliments "I couldn't help smiling back at him. Compliments from Lockwood were always nice to hear"

163 creepy "the sound of teeth clacking together" this is horrible

173 Locklyle "thank goodness for you Lucy... I can always rely on you"

176 Lockwoood is more reckless and George upset about it and Lucy

182 Uh oh spaghettios Lucy's flat has been broken into

188 Harold might have done it?

195 love this bit "strange how close the darkness is, even when things seem brightest. Even in the glare of a summer noon, when the pavement bakes and the iron fences are hot to the touch, the shadows are still with us"

203 Harold is dead gods

215 Lockwood seeing Lucy appear at her doorstep is also something i want to see his pov on

221 talking about Holly staying over and Lucy feeling a little hurt by it

234 lmao Lockwood and George's superior nursing skills. and the second client of the day.

241 "creeping shadow" roll credits

248 nice relaxing moment in the garden

261 i love the spirit capes 269 I love disguises

281 the skull is so funny

283 "I've missed you so much Lucy" Lockwood said that and I yell and rereading it now my only though is he blurted that out and barreled on not letting Lucy respond (she wanted to)

290 Mr Johnson? hello 292 Hi Adelaide (i really like that name)

301 capes and Lockwood putting one on Lucy first.

315 Information on Rotwell

323 "there is a battle to be won - not simply against ghost, but against death itself" hm interesting

331 Castle! can't wait

342 punch the boy also considered by Lockwood

354 At last the goggles are being used

363 should have locked Reverend Skinner in his rooms

370 aw Lucy just happy to be with Lockwood

379 Rotwell is an ass

389 poor lady and this would be horrifying to see on screen

395 hi buddy 397 them holding hands is so cute

(the Iron Chain) 407 technically you guys walked into the Black Library at Fittes.

414 helpful Lockwood "the hole's between those two black posts"

417 "it was the desisive action. once through, we could never take it back." uh oh

426 Lockwood's orders is great 435 oh my god 437 holy shit

442 the skull remains a little shit 446 guys that was a little close

450 good job ghosts avoiding Guppy and just the Locklyle of it all

459 I am nervous

464 oh god Lucy 469 SKULL! "his grin, which gleamed sardonically even in the swirling dusk and was somehow most familiar"

474 GO ON GEORGE "he's like a whirling dervish" 477 HUGS between Lucy and Holly

481 saving Kipps and the imagery is cool

484 kick Rotwell's ass!

(practically thinking how they would adapt this scene in the show this has a lot of working parts more than the Winkman fight because there is more people, practical affects, special affects and having it in a probable 8 episode season would not do it justice)

489 lmao Lucy and Lockwood deciding to give Georgie the last biscuit/ barrel

499 Lucy understands now

501 thanks Mr Skinner 504 Barnes asking them to be safe aw

511 intense eye contact

518 Sir Rupert and Penelope is in their kitchen

520 Yikes 528 the skulls parting words had a "I beg your pardon" from me.

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george cubbins #holly munro #quill kipps #locklyle #sorry to keep bringing up the show I think it worked well as a adaptation and I want to see these scenes with Cam and Ruby and the others #and I am sad i missed some interviews with Joe Cornish and Mr Stroud in the past #ellie reads

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