#almost ghost

[the-palelady]

the only thing reaching simon’s ears is the sound of your pathetic little moans, breath heavy and labored, eyes shut taut. your fingers grabbing at the silk sheets beneath you, holding on as if you were falling. but simon would always catch you even if you did slip from his grasp.

“eyes up here, angel,” he whispered down to you, leaning forward to plant a lingering kiss against the damp skin of your forehead. slowly your eyes opened just the slightest bit.

“bit more. let me see those beautiful eyes.”

and when you opened them the rest of the way, simon could see hearts looking back at him, your expression dazed.

“there she is.” his lengthy fingers were wrapped around the circumference of your waist, hands not far from one another with how big they were wrapped around you. he held onto you, not too tight, but enough to keep you locked in place while his hips pressed up into you, cock gliding along the velvety wetness of your pussy.

“si…si i…i can’t take anymore,” you whined helplessly, bottom lip jutting out and quivering when his bulbous tip poked at a sensitive spot.

“come on, love. you can take it. just a bit more for me, ya?”

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?

[lyzpuffs]

This is exactly what I imagined when i read it at first.. inspired by @em0bussy ‘s post

[moondirti]

MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.

price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.

they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.

‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.

‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.

‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.

and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.

embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.

then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.

your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.

ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.

but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.

“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.

“n-ne- never a-ga…”

“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”

[lilybug-02]

Final Bug Fact:

The world NEEDS bugs. They keep the soil healthy, pollinate, control pests, and contribute to the worlds' ecosystem. By the end of the century, it is estimated 40% of insect species may go extinct due to habitat loss. Yes, that is very scary. But with even one beetle spared, one caterpillar rescued, and one Hollow Knight comic of all things, things will change. Because I know there's a lot more Dewi's out there than most people realize. Stay curious.

Thanks for going on this adventure with me. ♥︎

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Comic Thoughts and Pictures Below!

I wanted to put here how amazing and sweet everyone has been with this comic. I finished a 75 page comic in 3 MONTHS. I am at a loss for words. That sounds crazy and it IS crazy. But man was it fun. Even on days were I wasn't able to draw due to fatigue or business, I loved working on it from start to finish. And guess what!? This is my first ever FINISHED comic :D I'm so proud of myself. I know there's some things I want to change and the art is wonky in most places...... but I'm content to let it be. What an amazing summer adventure!

I'm hoping to post the full comic on another Comic website. I may or may not edit some of the art ^w^ So I'll let y'all know when I release it.

Interested in learning what you could do to help your local insects? This is the basic stuff. Maybe make some Insect Hotels if you have the time!!! And never forget to spread the word about bugs. They need our help just as any animal on earth.

Still Here? Well you can look in the tags for little lore dumps if ur looking for stuff like that ;)

[wombywoo]

fresh blood 👶

[notthesaint]

FISH EYE PERSPECTIVE IS HARD

[temeyes]

eyebrows >:^(

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; pretty when you cry.

warnings .: smut, mdni 18+, v! penetration, kinda toxic simon.

.: masterlist.

simon riley who gets turned on when you cry. he feels like an asshole about it but he can’t help it, you’re just so pretty when you cry!

your passionate ranting stuttered by your sobs, tears just pooling in your eyes as you try to control your emotions. the second simon presses a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing just under your eye, you stop thinking and let the waterworks run.

he’s frowning at the words that you express, listening closely to everything you’re saying. sure he’s getting hard but he’s a good multitasker — “i know, baby. how could they do that to you.” he’s nodding along, shifting in his seat and adjusting the tension in his pants.

simon’s gaze is stuck to your puffy lips, your saltwater tears making them slightly chapped. he’s pressing his thumb into your bottom lip, swiping over it and telling you to calm down and breathe; his thoughts running wild to the sound of your uneven gasps and hiccups, reminding him too well of how you sound underneath him.

the same tears that stain your cheeks when he's folding you over and stretching you out. he's comforting you again, in more ways than just words. "y'feel better, bun?" "still cryin'? my poor, baby."

he wants you to forget about the bad day that you had, hating that it'd been so terrible that you'd come to him in tears. simon thinks he's helping when he's slowly rutting into you, his touch so gentle and caring. he just wants to take care of you — make you cry for him in ways that both of you enjoy :(

[pa-pa-plasma]

love fics where Danny ends up in the DC universe & every alarm goes off at once & the magic users are like "yeah that's the most powerful being in the universe & also possibly super evil we are FUCKED fucked" & the Justice League is freaking tf out trying to find this thing that casually tore a hole in reality & it just cuts to Danny (Fenton) standing in the background blissfully unaware & like "man my life sucks but at least i have this candy bar—" *drops it in a puddle*

[gomzdrawfr]

🎃happy thanksgiving🦃

reblogs are appreciated!

[link]

[cod-dump]

Ghost: Captain- John... what the FUCK!?

Gaz: Self-sacrifice? No no- We don't do that shit

Price: Wouldn't have made it out even if I tried. Good thing the bomb was a dud

Soap, with tears streaming down his face: A FUCKING MIRACLE THE FACT IT WAS

Gaz, now starting to cry: You could have DIED

Price: I didn't-

Ghost: ORPHANED AGAIN. DO YOU WANT THAT??

Price:

Price: Don’t dog pile me

Ghost: I'M CALLING NIK AND TELLING HIM EVERYTHING

Price: T-That's not necessary-

Ghost: AND GRAVES

Price: ABSOLUTELY NOT NECESSARY

[fallowtail]

Big fan of the Hetty Scuttle

[lilybug-02]

They have never heard a cough or sneeze like this. So yeah. They are absolutely terrified Dewi may just explode.

Bug Fact: The Velvet Worm is a velvet skinned, centipede/worm-like invertebrate that spits hardening slime to subdue its prey. Pictures Below!

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look at this silly little long guy.

Actual spiderman creature.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who never lets soap reciprocate

he’s happy to use his cock; to push soap onto his back or his stomach or hell against a wall and fuck him through orgasm after orgasm, even lets soap suck him off to satisfy his oral fixation. but he never lets go; never lets himself cum even after fucking soap out of his mind and his body aches with need

soap accepts it as part of who ghost is; chalks it up to intimacy or control issues, maybe something to do with his past trauma. maybe that moment of release, when you’re so blinded by how good you feel that you can’t keep aware of your surroundings, is just too much vulnerability for a man like him

little does he know it’s actually bc ghost immediately falls asleep after he cums and he doesn’t want to miss out on giving soap aftercare and watching him fall asleep in his arms

[wispscribbles]

Do you think Ghost will just stick his face in Soap's hair to smell it

he likes his soap <3