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"we saw you from across the bar and really dig your vibe" but it's Price and his lieutenant that he wants to watch blow your back out while he has a stiff drink and a nice wank

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A little addition to this. Shout out to @sundaescreamcheese because they’ve guessed right.

Warnings: Banished knight!Ghost x Witch!Reader x Bloodhound knight Soap, Elden Ring AU, Johnny is a bit of a dog, possessive behaviour, suggestive themes, smut at the end, biting

“Hail, witch”, gruff low voice would have startled you if your wards didn’t tense the moment he stepped onto your territory.

You don’t know what he’s doing here, this deep in the woods, this far from his usual duties and this far from Stormveil Castle.

But you aren’t going to be rude to the man in full armour, with a sword taller than you.

If whatever he seeks can be found without much hassle and he could get off your territory that would be great.

“Hail, knight”, you muse back, careful distance from him. Your wards won’t let him step much closer to the cottage, not unless you specifically grant him entrance and for now…for now you aren’t sure you should.

The man looks at you — someone’s skull now adoring the front of his helmet, his horse a menacing thing that huffs out cold air in agitation. Yeah, it’s no easy journey to get here.

That’s why you live here.

The man in front of you is tall and absolutely huge, more monster than a knight. Makes you wonder what happened for someone like him to become Banished.

What brought him to your doorstep.

You sigh, a little grateful that Johnny is too busy fussing over chickens in the backyard because gods know he can’t stand strangers. Even more than you so.

“You seek refuge or favour?”, you tilt your head to the side, eager to get rid of him faster. Johnny may not be able to run like he did before but he’s still one very good Bloodhound. You don’t have much time until he will stalk outside to see what’s going on in front of your house.

(The previous visitor that had a gall to grab your hand before leaving was hunted down by Johnny. Hunted down and brought back, the hand that gripped you resting on the first step of your porch)

Banished knight looks at you for a few very long moments but if sensing your agitation, gets off his horse — landing on his feet with grace, that sends shivers down your spine.

He’s not just big.

He’s in a very good control of his body and he’s very aware of his size.

He’s dangerous.

Your wards tense up, not letting him through when he steps forward and he freezes as if he forgot about them. Though who knows, maybe he did forget.

Knights did have tendency to feel like they are owed entrance wherever they go, perhaps this one is no different.

“I need to find another knight. Bloodhound”, his voice is low, muffled by the helmet he doesn’t take off — dark eyes boring into you, staring you down from the high of his height.

Your brows furrow at the strange request, heart thumping faster. There’s only one knight who has been around these parts of the woods.

And he’s no longer Bloodhound. You are not giving him back. You are not going to let anyone take him away and rip him off everything you and time out here have been slowly restoring.

“I can’t help you”, you voice sharp, unusually so and Banished knight tilts his whole body forward as if trying to press himself through the wards, his fingers curling and uncurling — leather of his glove creaking.

“I don’t need much, witch. Just tell me where he went. And I will leave”, Banished presses further, shoulders tense and voice curling around your throat like a grip.

He takes a breathe before stepping back, raising his hands in half-hearted placating gesture.

“I mean no harm. I can pay if you need. Just tell me if you saw him”, he sounds almost gentle, head tilting down so he can look in your eyes without you having to crane your neck at him. “I’m…a friend”, he adds reluctantly, like he needs to physically tear the words out of himself.

Your brows furrow further and coincidentally Johnny couldn’t find a moment to show up better than now, sound of his walking uneven — still a limp to his step.

He rolls out of the house, picture of faux nonchalance, despite the sharp edge to his eyes.

“Hen, you alright? I heard-“, words die on his tongue when he sees the Banished knight, eyes widening. There is a strange kind of hunger in his gaze.

You don’t like it.

Because Banished knight sees Johnny and almost lunges himself in his direction, the only thing stopping him are the tethers of your wards, curling around his throat, forcing him back, forcing him out.

Air smells like ozone, air cracks with pressure, your fingers quickly warming up with a spell because you were right.

This man is dangerous. He saw Johnny.

You can’t let him leave now. He will need to disappear.

But Johnny grips your shoulders and shakes his head, eyes mad and desperate, an anguish to his face that you don’t quite understand.

“Nae, hen. It’s Simon. Don’t”, he breathes out, fingers digging into your skin, eyes boring into yours.

You glance back at Banished knight and he’s sitting on his knees now, tethers forcing him down, still tightly wrapped around his throat.

He’s dangerous. You don’t know him.

But Johnny’s nose presses to your cheek, breathing shuddering and he doesn’t let go of you. He doesn’t pull away until you give him a slow tentative nod.

Your fingers flick, soft popping of tethers letting go audible in the air and Johnny actually lunges himself at the Banished knight, sending them both tumbling in the snow.

Knight holds onto him with such hunger something in you churns uncomfortably. What if he will take Johnny away?

Your fingers warm up with the subconscious desire to push the strange man (Simon, his name is Simon) out. Out of your territory, out of your woods, out of your life.

But Johnny looks genuinely happy to see him so you let it go, just sitting yourself down nearby. You’ll be damned if he gets injured just because you looked away for a second.

But Simon grips Johnny like he’s the lifeline and answer to his prayers. Simon’s palms slide all over Johnny’s body, stroking sides, checking for wounds or tethers (your lips practically curl in snarl when you notice. Who the fuck does he think you are?).

He pauses at Johnny’s bad knee, touch getting more careful, eyes expectant and suddenly on you.

“Old injury”, you tell him for some reason. Not like you actually have to. You don’t owe this man anything, he’s unwelcome guest in your home. “I did what I could. If I found him later, he’d probably be without leg by now. Infection practically ate him alive”

Banished knight holds your eyes for a very long moment and then melts back into Johnny, murmuring something under his breath — too far for you to hear.

Doesn’t matter. The man isn’t staying in your home. He’s dangerous.

You tell that yourself and finally go back into the house to put kettle on. It’s too cold to stay mad out in the open. He’s not staying here anyway, so there’s no need to get too riled up.

He’s not staying but Johnny still shifts his weight from one leg to another in the doorway, Simon looming over his shoulder. They both look like a pair of big, wet from snow dogs.

You look at Johnny unimpressed but he tilts his head to the side, grown out strands of hair falling over his forehead. It should be illegal to be that bloody handsome.

You sigh and gesture for them to get in.

Okay, tea never harmed anyone. You’ll let this man warm up and he’ll be on his way before the sundown.

With or without Johnny.

The thought makes bile rise in your throat but you force it down focusing on the task at hand.

You can’t keep him if he’d want to go and you won’t humiliate yourself with begging him to stay.

But Johnny, so attuned to your moods by now, so used to having you chat for both of you steps closer — hands wrapping around your waist, part of his weight leaning on you to give a break his healthy leg.

“Yer not happy”, he notes, nose pressing to your ear, huffing out air and you can’t help but relax, letting him lean on you. He’s warm, heat rolling off him in waves, seeping through the sweater you made for him. Your head tilts back on his shoulder and he presses a kiss to your neck.

“He’s dangerous”, you muse quietly and ignore the chuckle Simon lets out. Banished knight is now sitting in front of your fireplace, cloak taken off and hanged on the chair to dry out.

Johnny just nods, calloused fingers rubbing idle circles on your solar plexus. It’s a long moment before he speaks again.

“I’m dangerous”, it’s said almost causally, his breath ghosting over your neck and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“It’s different”, you snap back immediately.

Simon huffs behind your back and if Johnny wasn’t leaning on you, you’d have probably thrown something in the man. He’s not going to laugh at you in your own bloody house.

“Simon’s not bad, hen”, Johnny breathes out, tone softer, teeth grazing over sweet spot behind your ear, heat dripping down to your abdomen. Bastard. He knows what he’s doing.

“And Simon is not staying here”, you grumble, pouring herbal blend in three mugs, suppressing the urge to shiver when Johnny bites your neck.

“Hen”, he starts and you already know where it leads, you head shaking quickly.

“No”, you cut him off and nudge him with a shoulder to step back so you can move. “Move, I need to give this Banished his bloody tea”

Johnny grumbles but peels himself off you, less than happy to lose the comfort and warmth your body provides. Less than happy to let you slip out of his grasp.

“He can stay in the barn”, Johnny offers and just grins when you send him a glare. His teeth itch to sink into the nape of your neck, press you into the bed, lick the fight and agitation out of you, make you soft and pliant.

“I said no”

“Hen”

“He’s dangerous”

“Hen, have mercy”

Simon watches the way you two bicker, enjoying that none of you even noticed he took the helmet off to drink the tea you placed on the table with more force than necessary, some of it trickling down the rims of the mug.

Simon huffs out a dry chuckle when Johnny tries to pull you back into his hands and you sidestep, smacking his hands away. Leaving Bloodhound almost pouting.

“Cruel”, he complains to Simon, hands crossing over his chest. But despite everything…Johnny looks good. Better than Simon remembers him.

He’s wider now, there is bulk to him that Bloodhound Knight Johnny didn’t have. His eyes are brighter.

He is talking.

Simon didn’t even know Johnny could fucking talk, thought all Bloodhounds are mute. Courtesy of the profession.

“I understand you want to sleep with your Banished in the barn today?”, the witch arches their brow at Johnny and groans when his eyes light up.

Like a bloody dog catching the whiff of blood on the hunt. Old habits die hard, evidently.

“You can stay”, Johnny announces to Simon like it’s his personal victory, like he brought his master a good game after the hunt and is waiting to get his ear scratched.

His grin so wide it’s a miracle his face doesn’t crack. Witch rolls their eyes but Simon sees the way their lips twitch.

Seems not only he has a soft spot for Johnny.

Maybe it should’ve made him feel uneasy but if anything he feels satisfied, like something finally clicked in place. Puzzle finally unlocking in his hands, showing him the reward.

Simon tilts his head to the side, scar crossing his lips stretching when he smiles down at you.

Yeah, he’s staying.

A day turns into a couple days and then into two whole weeks because of the blizzard, Simon pushing further and further.

Eyes heavy and dark when he’d catch a glimpse of your throat or Johnny’s bites — purple bruises on your neck, soft creaking of the bed upstairs whenever it happened.

Simon doesn’t tell you that he moved from barn to the cot in the kitchen and you pretend that you don’t know he’s been sleeping there for the last week.

Simon pretends in return that he doesn’t strain his ears, catching the smallest sounds Johnny tears out of you. That he doesn’t lean on the cold wall of the kitchen, thighs spread wide, his eyes closed. That his hand doesn’t find its way to touch himself, stroking at almost lazy pace.

After all, Johnny is not starving Simon of little love here and there, eyes electric blue, mouth slick on the inner side of Simon’s thighs — your taste still on his lips.

Simon worms himself into your life and starts moving bloody furniture so he can position himself more comfortably, clicking his tongue when you hiss at him — tilting his head at you the same way a heavyweight horse would at the farm’s cat.

His fingers catch your jaw when you grumble that he rearranges your kitchen again, his lips pressing to yours.

You take a step back just to feel Johnny’s warm chest pressing into you, breathing heavier than usually, hands wrapping around you.

Simon angles your face so he can slip his tongue in your mouth, groaning appreciatively when you let him in. When you tilt your head up, allowing his fingers to curl over your neck.

Here we go. Finally.

Simon licks your lower lip, finally pulling away and reaches for Johnny just to give him a kiss just as wet, now grinning like a well-fed creature. Satisfaction dripping out his every pore.

Johnny nuzzles into your hair, breathing out a low “think Simon can sleep with us now, hen?” and you just nod. Your legs jelly that don’t hold you properly, head stuffed with cotton, skin tingling from the heat of their stares.

That’s…an unexpected turn. You were ready for Simon to leave. You were ready for Johnny to leave with him.

But this…this is a surprise.

Simon presses a short kiss to your forehead and walks away to feed the livestock. There’s a new spring to his step, as if something just depressurised his spine, letting him grow a few inches up.

The issue arises only when it’s time to actually sleep because Johnny is insatiable and he refuses to move anywhere from between your thighs, not reacting to anything.

Especially not to Simon walking in.

You feel hot, Johnny’s tongue sending white hot sparkles down your spine, your eyes meeting Simon’s whose pupils blow wide and god, he’s more monster than a knight.

He’s the solide presence when he crawl in bed to pull you into his lap, big palms holding you open for Johnny, fingers sinking in the meat of your thighs.

“Eager today, aren’t we, sweet’eart?”, Simon sucks his own mark in your skin, teeth grazing your throat, his grip on your thighs getting stronger when you make the prettiest needy sound.

Music for his ears.

“It’s okay. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna take care of both of you”, he practically purrs, sliding his fingers down your body to find the fluttering hole, dipping in it just to marvel at your body swallowing his first knuckle.

Johnny whines, his tongue circling lower, curling around Simon’s fingers, making you choke on your own breathing because too much-too hot-too wet.

Simon presses a kiss to your jaw, grin wicked and dark, stubble on his cheek scratching your skin.

“Be good, luv”, he murmurs, eyes heavy and hungry when Johnny sucks his fingers in, practically gagging on thick digits. “Open up for us”

Johnny bites on the fingers in his mouth before pulling away, dropping back down between your legs, sinking his teeth in the meat of your thigh.

Marking.

Simon smiles wider and adds a second finger, pushing in deeper, cooing in your neck when your hips buckle.

There’s no rush, love. They aren’t going anywhere.

After all, you already let them in. They might as well make themselves at home.

Johnny‘s tongue traces the bite mark on your thigh, his eyes fixed on another one he left on Simon’s knuckles that are currently sinking inside of you. Wet squelching sound sending a heatwave through Johnny’s whole body.

So welcoming to them. So sweet, hen. It would be their pleasure.

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i'd like to speak my truth... i am not a johnny fan. he's cute, he's a rabid mutt in a cute pups body but i'm genuinely only a fan of him when simon's the one holding his leash. those baby blues do nothing for me unless they're reflecting a deeply scarred, 6'+ blonde brit in a homemade skull balaclava mask

like he's such a damn perverted loser in my head, pathetically down bad for some cock and or pussy. he's very willing to beg for it and yet the moment he goes down on you you suddenly realize this dog knows absolutely zero tricks. he's got the enthusiasm sure, but if you had to keep pulling him back to teach him you'd be well and truly dry

simon's got the patience and vengeance of a saint, he's the only reason soaps allowed on the bed in the first place. if simon isn't home you'll find that locking it in a crate or left in the backyard to be a far smarter choice. he will climb the counters to destroy your kitchen in search of snacks. yes there is a puddle of water the size of the gulf (of mexico. gulf of mexico) in the bathroom. is it from the toilet or shower? you don't have the energy to find out but not to worry simon will manage it and properly teach the mutt to mind his place and apologize

so yeah it's soapghost or no soap over here. well actually no; fem soap is hot af and i'd let her destroy me thank you

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more seal soap, but this time he brought a friend 💀

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cw: pure smut lol, missionary, Price is built like a big sexy lumberjack, 18+!!

John is so big and burly that when he has you in missionary, your inner thighs burn from how wide they’re spread to accompany him. He tries to make it better by propping your legs up on his shoulders and leans forward so you’re tummy to tummy, knees hiked up to your chest with all of his weight on you and he hits so much deeper which dissolves the pain into intense pleasure and it’s just so overwhelming ‘cause you know you can’t run from him…and he smells so good—like musk, settled cologne and the faint ashes of his expensive cigars….. ughghhhhgh

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late night with your lover simon riley

content includes: afab!gender neutral reader, fingering

i'm never entirely sure how to start these. something something, you're laying in bed with simon. cuddled under a blanket while his weight lays firmly next to you on your bed. it's a usual part of your routine as the night ends. one of your scented candles lit and the telly silently playing reruns while you read you a book on your kindle.

properly enjoying the plot until you feel your needy partners hand sliding over the smooth skin of your thigh. nails slightly dragging over your bare skin as it makes its way between them. you shift your body, trying to keep focused on your story as simon pets and paws at your inner thigh.

it's your fault for not wearing underwear dove, he murmurs as his thumb passes over your soft, sweet clit. a steady breath leaving you as his skilled finger swipes lazily back and forth over you. using his middle and ring finger to swipe down your lips before parting them. you toss him an annoyed glance over the screen of your story but he pays you no mind.

eyes stuck on the way your hole clenches for his viewing. swiping his fingers up and down, thumb still rocking over your clit at a slow pace that has wetness starting to stick to his digits. you subtly rock your hips up into his fingers, enjoying the slow pleasure building up in you.

your simon's long, thick finger teasing your hole as wetness brims. dipping inside slightly and back out. over and over until the sound of your cunt starts to pick up over the show playing in the background. you let out another breath, head tossing back slightly as you regain your senses before focusing again on your book.

words blurring together slightly as the tip of one finger finally sinks in and curls inside of you. tapping that spongy spot inside of you once, twice, and once more before retreating in favor of teasing your clit again. he must like dragging out your pleasure because he repeats this process at his leisure. focused slowly on the pooling wetness on your inner thighs and si’s fingers. your original task ignored as you clench your kindle in your grasp, hiding your face as you let out quiet pants and moans of simon, mm si please.

you're oh so warm on this damp evening. upper half still covered in a hoodie but the heat of pleasure has you growing sticky from sweat and your first orgasm hitting. head tossed back into the pillows, a strangled moan leaving your bitten lips as simon keeps those fingers inside you pumping. eyes finally away from your cunt to watch the blissful expression that washes over your face.

he keeps going to bring you to soft, slow and creamy orgasms. when he's done he'll lick your juices up from your delicious hole to your swollen clit. licking his platter clean off your thighs and his fingers before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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18+ mdni.

something something johnny is the prettiest dog simon's had the pleasure of owning. he's a well trained mutt and his playful attitude only serves to endear simon further. especially when the playful and cocky nature that johnny sports in his pretty blue eyed grin leads to punishments.

and what a pretty brat johnny can be for his owner. quickly sinking to his knees, tongue out with drool quickly pooling on the muscle at one command of down from the large brit who's already pulling out his chained leash.

attaching it to the collar around his mutts neck while he loosens his belt. harshly yanking the chain that leaves johnny whimpering and so so close to making a mess in his boxers as he's pulled face first against simon's bulge. panting, whimpering pup barley being able to contain his excitement as he catches a whiff of simon's musk through his pants.

he'll be crying from sick pleasure in a few minutes. tears streaming down his cheeks. forced to choke on simon's cock while he yanks the chain linking man to dog. breathing in simon with each swallow of his throat and whimpering around the length. stupid mutt, wanting to cum so bad just from his owners scent. but have you been a good boy, johnny?

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two fresh off the brain posts tmmrw:) one simonxreader, one ghoap to go

i've been sick since yule and ovulating so obviously this is how i spend my time

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soapghost doodle <3

edit: i just realized i forgot his tattoos ughhhh

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reading back some of my unfinished drafts like

omg who wrote that?! nasty. despicable and disgusting

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little gender neutral blurb i wrote while out drinking last night

you thought you’d be fine, pulling up to your friends house with the three bottles you all put up money for plus another that someone else was bringing. the perfect night in with friends. pajamas on and dancing to the blaring music, greasy finger snacks, drinking games and lots of laughing.

plenty of drinks spilt on carpet and burnt chicken wings in the air fryer that still get passed around like a delicacy among drunk friends. you’re all four bottles in and it’s not even two a.m. yet. one of you thinks to call an uber to get another bottle but you decide on calling simon.

he’s picking you up when the party is over anyways, he won’t mind entertaining a bunch of your drunk friends on a ride to the liquor store. you still hand over the phone to your best friend to handle. simon has no choice but to say yes, got to stay on their good side.

you’re all a giggling and confused mess as you stuff into the large suv simon owns. sitting in the front passenger and giving him a giddy smile as he kisses your cheek.

the radio is playing loud music as you all sing along, a.c. blasting through the vents and you’re hitting up the third liquor store because everyone you can think of is closed. you give up after the fourth and head to a 24 shop instead. you make sure to pull him to the side as your friends enter, telling him that you’re leaving once they’re dropped back off where the party was held.

everyone is grabbing snacks and drinks to take back with them. your head leaned against simons shoulder, eyes closed in tipsy sleepiness as you wait on your friends. simon mutters softly under his breath, stroking your head as you lull to a quiet slumber.

you wake back up to find yourself already in bed at home. one of simon's large shirts pulled over your body and the man himself draped over you while he snores away. a soft smile slipping on your groggy face before you let yourself be pulled back to sleep.

yeah so i wrote this in september while drinking with the gfs... i should be more ashamed of my terrible posting and memory but

also yesterday marked officially a year of me writing and posting fanfiction on here yay🎊

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i’m not a fan of writing about the 141 as actual soldiers but i am in the mood for some good ole fashioned despair so

simon/141 x reader, assumed to be a mole + the aftermath

content includes: gn!reader, no pronouns used, very brief descriptions of torture, panic attacks, memory loss from trauma

waking up in the hospital felt like the closest thing to heaven you could find. the silent noise of electricity and beeping of monitors next to your bed. the dimmed lights revealing a slate white ceiling as your blurry eyes adjusted to the feeling of being awake. your body felt numb, the drugs running through your system to keep you from feeling all the marks of torture you had endured.

you let out a shaky breath, blinking as you gained your faculties. your mind drawing a blank on what you were doing here until you heard a rustle of noise in the room. you tried to sit up, wincing and hand coming to lay against the bandaged injury on your side. eyes darting over to where your mind was whispering for you to look. trying to remind and warn you of horrors you couldn’t piece together until you came in contact with a skull-faced balaclava.

the peace draining from your body as you grew tense. loud beeping noises of the monitors feeling light years away as your mind focused on the fear coursing through your veins. the horror of wanting to die as the people you grew to see as family cut you down. piece by piece.

your mind reeling and loud in your ears to remind you of everything you’d been through in the past week? two or three? how long were you kept in that room? tied up to a chair and left to wait for your torture to resume. the sick twisted light you swore you saw in eyes you loved as you screamed in pain. sobbing and begging for it to stop.

mind trying to come up with a reason for the betrayal you were facing as your team took turns to get information from you.

no one could blame you when you fell off the face of the earth. not knowing if you were still alive, if you could call anything after what happened living.

or

you didn’t understand why your fingers were trembling. you tried to take a deep breath, get them to stop but it only made them shake more. your breaths uneven and labored with every passing second. the sound of the machine hooked up to your heart rate beeping incessantly in the dull, out of reach corner of your mind. along with reality that seemed to warp and bend to the shuffle of fabric in the corner of your room.

you looked up, eyes easily finding brown ones you were long used to. a familiar pair that once gave you solace through the storm now had your chest squeezing tight. eyes widened to saucers as you felt your breaths pant out faster and faster. your gaze still stuck on brown that used to be so much warmer to you, now cold and hollowed. pain ringing through them as they watched you.

you could distantly hear the sounds of voices and the beeping getting louder yet somehow faded. dulled by the rushing distortions howling in your ears. your trembling hands clutching onto the thin white cotton blanket as you try to ground yourself.

it was just a panic attack, you’ll be fine you tell yourself. mind scrambling to catch up. trying to seek out an answer to what was making your body shake and fear lick up your spine. it was those eyes, that’s what you knew. but a strange thought to have when they were connected to someone you adored. someone you looked up to and admired as a superior to your station.

so why were you so afraid? you could feel yourself hyperventilating, felt like you might pass out from a lack of oxygen before a figure cut through your eyes path. colorful scrubs of different nurses and a massive shadow moving behind them out the door.

you could hear a little easier, breathe a little better as the world stopped spinning around you in the stationary space of your hospital bed. you blinked through a daze, finally noticing how wet your face was. salty tears ready to dry and leave an itchy reminder behind.

a reminder, that’s what you needed. what was it that you were forgetting? were you even missing something? you weren’t sure how long you’d been in the hospital. couldn’t remember how you’d ended up here in the first place. your last few memories were pools of honey brown. swimming inside them, getting lost in the labyrinth as it leads you closer and closer to a beast you couldn't ignore. couldn't subdue the large, inhumane creature that blocked trespassers.

why are you swimming? how did you ever get so lost that you trusted a spirit, a ghost in sheep's clothing? you winded in pain trying to recall what it was. eyes closing on a breath, a flicker of three more sets of eyes staring back into your mind.

i wrote this on my birthday (all the way back in august mind you) but my beta reader forced me to told me i should write more🙄so that's what the second bits for

as someone who’s experienced lost memory from trauma i tried to reflect that a bit in this

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i haven't been into writing anything but poetry lately. as a "damn my bad" for not posting for two months ill be posting something lighter right after this.

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i haven't posted in two months. low and behold there are a few drafts finished (of course there are i swear i have object permanence issues when it comes to writing)

might double update tmmrw just to get them out before i inevitably forget i have stuff written again

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cat hybrid Ghost 🤲

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homie....

not pictured: captain price yelling at ghost's therapist

based on

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price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.

ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.

kyle with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.

soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3