ceilidho

[ceilidho]

fine here’s the draft so far - it’s all over the place because I write out of order

also i have a 500 word gaz blowjob scene that im sitting on because i cannot finish anything for the life of me

[ceilidho]

Price zombie apocalypse oh Ceili you are heaven sent i will dream about that for weeks i want to give you a cupcake :3

there is only like 1 singular sentence in that wip so don't get your hopes up lmao but i do desperately want to write a zombie story someday because that's potentially my favourite survival horror genre

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Something about ghost being crass is soo hot i never found anal hot but if he tells me he’s gonna fuck my ass sure

i feel like most people don't write it in a way that's remotely appealing to me, but i have to agree, i too love when Ghost is crass and mean. also love any fic where Johnny can't keep his fingers and tongue away from reader's ass when he's supposed to just be eating her out.

[ceilidho]

also i have a 500 word gaz blowjob scene that im sitting on because i cannot finish anything for the life of me

[ceilidho]

i wish i had a sideblog for venting about writing and stuff because right now i just do it in Bo's dms and i know she thinks i just never stop complaining LOL

[ceilidho]

my actual comprehensive list of fic and prompt wips but who knows if I’ll ever write them because writing is hard these days ❤️

[ceilidho]

Ceil I'm curious about some of your wips, since it's halloween can you tell us more about the bayou wip? It sounds like it's going to be a real spooky one

i have so many wips its insane. the bayou ghost fic was supposed to be a quick pwp (like no more than 6-7k words) but now i feel like im not doing the idea justice so i've decided to put it on pause while i finish 'country roads' and 'fear of god', so that i can think of a better plot for it.

this scene is the one I’m most excited to write since it popped into my head in the middle of the night and it’s what made me decide this should be a longer, creepier fic:

[ceilidho]

Hi! I keep seeing posts about appreciating writers and if you like their work then you should reach out and tell them so that’s what I’m doing :)

Your writing is amazing! I love reading through your ghost and price tag 😭 also the organization of your works is immaculate tbh it’s so easy to navigate and I appreciate that it’s all so easy to find!

Anyways, just wanted to say thank you for giving us access to your work because I love reading it ����🥹

Thank you so much 🥹🥹💕💕 I appreciate that so much 💕 thank you for reading all of my fics and taking the time to share this with me because it makes writing so much more rewarding

[ceilidho]

Happy Haunting

Rating: E (MDNI) Tags: Ghost!Ghost x f!reader, dub-con, temperature play, nipple play, fingering, squirting, unconventional blindfolds, bullshit ghost magic Summary: The veil is lifted, but you haven't quite figured out how that all works yet.

You almost anticipate it now, being awoken by hands and mouths, by the blunt press of an unseen cock and the swipe of transparent tongues. You can track the cycle of the moon by it, by the shadows cast along the floorboards. The broad shoulders of a man hunched over you, the slide of his hands, the roll of his hips, the coursing of moonlight through his form that leaves you so achingly deprived. Seeing his face again, seeing his body without the barrier of rage, is all you yearn for, all you ask for when he takes his fill from you.

The night is so dark when you lay down. That must be why it startles you to feel his teeth sinking into your breast. The clock chimes and you are suddenly accosted by his already full mouth. His body heavies on the mattress, the weight of him curled over you in the pitch black of the room as he fixes his mouth over your chest and bites to bruise. You can feel the heaviness of him in the dip of the bed under his knees, by the firm press of his hand against your mons as his fingers spread your folds.

You whine and he releases the delicate skin, rolls his tongue over the wet indents, moves to target another spot. He wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks, his tongue circling and poking at the bud. It's like ice. The chill grips you, makes goosebumps race over your skin and your nipple tightens to a stiff peak as you shiver. It doesn't deter your ghostly visitor, if anything it eggs him on. The wet slip of his tongue against your skin makes your eyes squeeze shut, the cold press of it yields to your skin in a way your brain can't rationalize.

Soft, mobile, ice.

The fact that the room is still pitch black only adds to the sensation. Your body on full alert to every touch, jolting like it's been struck every time his tongue grazes you. You can't anticipate his movements, can't even see yourself to know what marks he's already left.

His fingers, at least, have the warmth they've stolen from where they pinch at your clit. The heat of your desperate sex evening out the conflicting temperatures to an unfamiliar lukewarm that you're starting to find yourself craving. Inhuman, but tantalizingly so. Deft fingers rub and stroke over your cunt, slipping against the growing wetness as the mouth on your breast drags its tongue to the other one. The beads of drool that slip down your sternum leave you shuddering. Your teeth dig into your lip to keep from chattering as the cold air of your house claws over the ice-y spit your ghost leaves behind.

Perhaps that's why you find his mouth leaves you wanting. Unfairly teasing at your warm skin, leaving your breast aching, your nipple reaching for a muscle it barely knows. You ghost sinks his teeth into your other breast and you groan. They're harsher this time, over-eager. He takes advantage of his weight, grabs your hand when it's flown to grip his shoulder and presses it heavy against the pillow beside your head.

The draw of his shuddering breath sounds like panting. There's wheezing of his severed windpipe, and the drip of his blood, a wetness where you can never find a pool, sliding over your stomach to disappear before it hits the sheets, and panting. Like the man he is, taken by his own ministrations, subject of his own desires. You wonder if he digs his teeth into your meat so deeply because he has none of his own, if its envy that drives him to press his fingers into your warmth, or if it's simpler than that. A man driven by lust alone may not be better.

These thoughts don't stop the noise that forces itself from your chest when his finger crook. His thick digits thrusting hard into your cunt, shallow and fast. Intent follows the swirl of his tongue as it spirals closer to your nipple, the icicle heat of it making you arch into his touch. The movement forces your hips down onto his fingers, which must give him an idea the way he freezes.

His tongue leaves your skin, and your feel the tip of his head as he tilts it to watch you. His thumb rubs at your clit and you buck, the tight bud tingling with need under his lukewarm attention.

"Tha's it," He rasps, "Fuck y'rself on my fingers, lemme see ya work for my cock."

You whine, turn your face against the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut. It doesn't make much difference open or closed, you're blind in the darkness of the room. That doesn't stop the mirthful chuckle that escapes your ghost's lips as you try to turn away from him. It does make him jab his fingers in a bit deeper, abandoning the soft spot that leaves you putty in his hands in favor of wiggling his fingers against your gummy walls.

You shift your hips to get him back where you want him and he hums, pleased.

Tentatively, you rock your hips onto his fingers. You're sure it won't be as good but he meets your shallow movement with a precises thrust and your eyes roll. You try it again, and meet the same result. You move and so does he, your hips working to push onto his fingers, and your lip caught between your teeth as you focus on his request. It carves a burning trail through your hips, your stomach tight as you enjoy the steady pressure against your g-spot.

It's only too bad you can't move your hips fast enough to get what you really want.

"Ghost-"

"Ah ah," He stops you, "know my name now baby, you ask me-" He draws in air, steals it from your own lungs as he pulls his fingers free of your cunt to rub your clit, "-properly."

"Simon," You whimper. His fingers rub hard and fast over your clit. Your orgasm draws tight in your stomach, and your hole drools with slick. Desperate. Debauched. Your fingers claw at his cold skin as his mouth attaches itself to your nipple again. "I want to come. Plea-ease." Your cunt clenches tight as his teeth bite into your nipple, and roll the tight bud between the sharp dentition.

The chill of his tongue does little to sooth you, but the slide of his fingers back to your cunt melts through the pain. He moves to give your other breast the same treatment as he starts to fuck you with his fingers in earnest.

You can hear the sloppy wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, the slap of his hand against your skin. He pulls at your breast, his teeth still closed firmly around the tight nipple, tugging it away from your body only to let the soft skin fall back.

He spits on your chest, just as you feel the tight dam break. Your cunt pulses, your stomach pulls tight, and liquid trickles from you. Only to be splashed back onto your thighs by the ever present thrust of Simon's fingers. He works you through your orgasm, through the icy slide of his spit between your tits, and doesn't let up. You scramble to push at his hand, the overwhelming feeling or coming starting to rush into an overload of sensation.

It works. Simon mercifully pulls his fingers from you, and you feel your muscles unspool onto the mattress. He even releases your other hand-

And climbs up your hips to settle over your chest.

Your breath shudders out of you, your ribs held between his thick thighs and your hand guided to grip his fat cock as he positions himself comfortably.

"Give it a stroke love, wanna see ya paint that pretty face." You hold your tongue out for him, and feel his thumb pin it in place. "Greedy little slut aren't ya," He hums, "try not to get any in your eyes."

As if you have any choice in the matter with the lights off.

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

[ceilidho]

I’m begging…..John who’s absolutely plastered after several rounds with the boys at the pub, dragging the cute waitress into his lap because he wants her to help settle a bet :(( then forces his hand up her skirt to see if her panties have any lace trim

[ceilidho]

asking the hazmat suited scientists on the other side of the glass if they’re mad at me

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Sleepy Price commission for @oasislake76 💤

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Franz Xaver von Pausinger, oil

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Ghost going to masseuse!reader because his back is beyond destroyed from years of manual labour, and not bothering to muffle his groans and grunts at all during the massage. full on groaning like he's balls deep in pussy. like even reader, who's used to people making involuntary sounds when they've never gotten a massage before, is uncomfortable not even twenty minutes into their session. and god forbid she try to move on after finding a spot that really makes him light up, he'll snatch her wrist and glare up at her until she gets back to it.

[ceilidho]

Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

[ceilidho]

can Barry just get the bbc shipping forecast gig or something, ill pay money

[ceilidho]

i haven't written smut in like two months idk how you even do that anymore