#ghost-and-pup

[x-snickersnap-x]

established ghoap where johnny's pretty content with his relationship with ghost. ghost has some walls up still, but on the whole, their communication is getting better and ghost is unfrosting. slowly. but johnny's okay with that.

until they get a k9 unit on base and johnny suddenly finds out that ghost has a very specific voice he only uses on friendly dogs. he goes so soft, so sweet and gentle and suddenly johnny has to grapple with being blisteringly burning jealous over a //dog//

[tojisun]

that one post about dadbod simon service topping but also him holding you by your hips/waist and grinding your clit against his tummy when he’s bottomed out and smiling so softly at the little noises you let out and cooing at you about how good you’re being and dadbod simon telling his puppy to take what they need and detonates and leaves this ask all over your ceiling

cw: daddy kink

holy shit.

this would have him murmuring, “shh. shh, baby. breathe f’me, yeah? c’mon kid, breathe f’me.” while he slowly moves your body so that you’re rutting onto him.

your hardened clit bumps against the pudge of his gut, making you mewl because s’too much and not enough at the same time, and he just coos as your tears spill like jaded glass.

and you’re still shaking on top of him when simon pulls his hands away, only to click his tongue in quiet scolding at the resounding whine you let out, dejected by his actions. he purses his lips after, and his eyes are all furrowed in faux disappointment.

it makes him look so mean.

simon wipes away a cascading tear before cupping your cheek.

“y’ve got to work for what y’want, pup,” he breathes out in a quiet tut. “gotta show me that y’mean it when y’say y’need daddy.”

there it was—the blatant use of your desires, crooning it like it’s a dirty secret that only the two of you are privy to. and he still looks at you with those pursed lips as though his cock didn’t twitch at the playful tone he uses, like the patronizing lilt in his words didn’t turn him on too.

but you’re so twitchy, and his sweet pup, that all that his taunts evoke is a resolute nod and a quiet puff of your breaths. simon murmurs something unintelligible, all of it is lost in the overwhelming affection it came with, before he pulls his hands away again to watch you.

make no mistake—his eyes are just as greedy as his hands. just because he is not touching you right now, at this moment, doesn’t mean simon isn’t mapping the stretch of your fat, and the ripple of your skin, and the tensing of your muscles as you ride up-up-up, until you are just hovering above the head of his cock.

you had planted your hands on the plane of his stomach, your fingers digging into his fat and you had to rip your eyes away from the beautiful sight it makes—it was always so beautiful when it’s your turn to leave a dimpling touch—to look at him. simon’s biting at his bottom lip to contain his smile. he sees the question in your eyes; the way you’re still asking for permission like the good pup you are. he lets out a quiet chuckle and gives a single nod. then, you’re dropping down.

pleasure explodes from within you, your mind pressing against the cages of your skull at the ripping intensity, and simon didn’t need to say more, do more, before you begin to ride him in earnest, using him to chase your orgasm.

he’s offered himself up to you, after all—

oh, what a good daddy he is.

[angelatsumu]

bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

[auspicioustidings]

Johnny, much like a dog, humps when he's stressed or excited. When it was just Ghost's thigh in private it was manageable but he's getting much worse. It's really everything and everyone now. Ghost needs to get him a toy to hump so he stops trying to fucking mount the rookies. You'll do.

[gothghostiie]

silly thought I had while drawing, I figured you’d appreciate it haha

dog show concept - it’s Johnny, collared and leashed, with you showing him off to the 141, “Look how behaved he is! I can leave him at home for a good two hours by himself.”. you know how dog shows are like “this is the perfect (x) breed”? it’s just you pointing out all of Johnny’s features like, “Isn’t he the perfect mutt? His biceps are great.”. Johnny having to keep his mouth shut while you feel him up, pointing out to the 141 all his features like they do at dog shows, “Chin up, Johnny, c’mon.”

mach what you call a silly thought is a literal masterpiece I am FOAMING at the fucking mouth oh my god

imagine how he must feel sitting there on his knees, muzzle over his face and collar around his neck, leash in your hand with a slight pull at all times because he will try to go and paw at the other men if you don't. he's a good dog, he really is, but just too curious and affectionate for his own good :( hes sitting quietly with flushed cheeks while you show off his features - good biceps, strong thighs, very strong and sharp canines, all while feeling him up!! hes gotta be careful, if he gets hard you will gush about how fertile he is

the other men watch in delight and amusement while the big man is shown off, even asking you questions about him.

"he listen well, bird? gotta keep ya dog under control." price murmurs softly, giving you a mock-stern look, making you chuckle. johnny does mostly listen and you're glad when he does, but maybe he does need more training. Gaz is beaming with amusement, asking if he can pet soap and of course you let him! soap is such a friendly boy, it would be a shame not to let him!!! (plus his fur (his mohawk) is so soft, it's heavenly.) Ghost is innocently asking if he can do any tricks, even if he just wants to see johnny humiliated a litte bit, knowing just how eager you are to show him off. now hes growling while giving you his paw and rolling over, the only thing holding him back being your soft praise and the treats you stick through his muzzle

[johnny-dynamo]

Turtle Crossover by Chris Jones

[konigsblog]

owner!simon who trains mutt!soap to fuck mutt!reader. he just wants to see the hybrid, human-dog babies, and tend to your pregnancy cravings. :(

[wh1ny-puppy]

Little bit of Keegan thoughts cause yes I am in fact a COD girlie

He would so overstim his gf with a vibrator to her clit and fingers curling deep inside her. He’d put on a voice of faux sympathy, his head pressed into the back of her neck as she sat on his lap. “Cmon pup, you gotta cum.” He’ll whisper, pretending like she didn’t already. She’ll try and tell him, but between her sobs and gasps of pleasure, he won’t hear. “I know what you cumming feels, looks, and sounds like pup, I know you didn’t yet.” And as she hits her second orgasm from his fingers and the vibrator, he still won’t stop. He’ll whisper gentle words to her the entire time, the same faux sympathy never going away. “Poor pup struggling to cum? You shouldn’t deprive yourself, just be a good girl and let go for me.” Until she finally ends up squirting from overstimulation, Keegan finally easing up and stopping once she came down from her high. “There you go. Feels amazing to finally cum, right sweetheart?” As if he didn’t just overstimulate her to the point of her squirting.

(Anyways let me be Keegans gf)

[thefigureresource]

Pop Up Parade L Motoko Kusanagi [Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex] non scale from Max Factory coming December 2024.

[thefluffyrailway-official]

FIRST SONG :'D

(Hope i'll make a little fanart of this someday)

Soooo, wdyt? :)

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[radiance1]

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and basically Danny is Beelzebub from Hellva boss with his own casino performs and the entrance defies reality and all his ghost rouges come in and go as they please and some humans and or mortals stumble in and think it’s just some place where metas party their fucking asses off which wouldn’t be that bad if this wasn’t FUCKING GOTHAM. Danny doesn’t know how they got in Gotham but they just want to party but unfortunately for him the bats hear a rumor some meta trafficking ring has been planning a big raid on a certain casino that’s new ish and they have to stop it so they go in disguise and they get to witness Danny and his rouges beat the every loving snot out of some traffickers

maybe Danny is a clone, maybes he’s reincarnated, maybe he lost a bet, maybe he moved to Gotham for fun, maybe he got tossed across the universe into Gotham

who knows certainly not Danny

Hmm.

I have zero clue if I want Danny to look somewhat like Beelzebub or not, but we won't be dwelling on that right now.

How Danny got to Gotham? I got zero blood clue, but he's there and is about to party.

Maybe this could even be set after TUE bad ending, where the explosion wasn't reversed, and he parties to forget the pain and just focus on the good vibes. Maybe stops using his human form, using his ghost form more and it subtly changing without him noticing into a different form or something due to his habits.

Maybe that some of his ghost form's new features leak over to his human form.

Anyways.

Maybe the casino isn't even in Gotham, like physically. Instead, it's the doors leading into the casino that're in Gotham City, and stepping through him just yoinks them into Danny's Dimension and into his casino.

So, Danny's casino is located smack dab in his own dimension, but somehow the doors pop up in Gotham for whatever reason and a few residents stumble through and see Danny and his rogues (who didn't want to kick a pup while he's down and indulges him) partying up to the high heavens and the lowest hells.

You could even say that, like Beelzebub, Danny is eating up all of the good vibes that comes from other people while partying. How and why does Danny own a casino?

Vlad.

Vlad is indulging him because they both lost something that day, and then Danny was placed into his care, and they were both two disturbed to really continue their entire good vs evil thing and they kinda just, chilled out with each other. Danny asks for a casino one day on a whim, Vlad indulges him, then Danny starts partying up to get away from his own grief while Vlad buries himself in work to avoid his.

So, when the meta trafficking ring tries to capture everyone at the casino and the bats are there to stop them. Every rogue there silently agree to beat them up because one, they have dignity as ghosts and can't just let themselves be captured by humans.

Two, this is the playground of Danny and one of the few things people unanimously agree to never fight in (one of the others is the Christmas truce).

Three, this place is also owned by Vlad Masters. If the man is anything like how he was before the whole kicked pup thing (everyone thinks this applies to both Danny and Vlad) then they don't really want to tick him off and they're basically doing these humans a favor anyways.

Anything they could do to them physically; Vlad could do worse to them in the human world.

The batfamily sees this, and decides that nobody here actually needs their help and can take care of themselves. But also, given the track record of metas becoming rogues in this city, they can't just leave it alone either.

They would make a file about them at the most for the case they decide to run rampant through the city. But they'll leave them alone for the most part.

(Danny doesn't know who or what Batman is, as he doesn't exist in their dimension, yes even the comics don't exist. Neither does the batfamily know Danny Phantom, because he doesn't exist in their universe either.)

[angelatsumu]

thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - afraid of the dark // post mission comfort

@ghostgazweek thank you for the prompts! I haven't actually said that yet this week.

Ghost isn’t afraid of the dark. He was born of it, clawed his way from hell by feel and smell and taste. The darkness was a comfort - he couldn’t see the bones, the blood and dirt caked under his nails, until he was free. And even then, darkness shielded him from the worst of it while he got his bearings.

Now, it keeps him as he stalks through the night. He’s not even the last thing his prey sees, some nights.

He’s not afraid of the dark because he knows it’s full of predators. He is one.

So when Kyle admits one day that he has trouble sleeping with the lights off, it takes Simon a moment to make the words make sense.

They’re post mission, settled into the safe house. Ghost’s been stalking the halls, restless, blood refusing to settle. He’s stood outside the Captain’s room twice already, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his surprisingly quiet snores, and beneath it, the slow throb of his heart at rest. He’d thought he heard both of the sergeants, sharing a room, but really it was only Soap, the mouth-breathing muppet. Gaz is sitting quiet at the kitchen table when Simon starts his third circuit of the night.

The lights are off, which explains why Simon didn’t realize that Gaz was awake.

“Sorry,” Gaz mutters, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Can’t sleep. Soap keeps the room too dark.”

Soap had been almost as pleased as Ghost himself to find the rooms with blackout curtains. Kyle hadn’t seemed moved one way or the other. Had he hesitated as he set his bag on his bunk? Had he rode back in the transport with dread? Why hadn’t he told Soap? Soap obviously doesn’t know, or Gaz would be sleeping with as much light as he could tolerate.

Ghost makes himself detach from the circuit that would carry him through the whole house again to step closer. Shakes himself back into his skin, into Simon, and unmasks himself to sit at the table. Takes in Kyle’s face, the arch of his brows, the shadows and highlights of his lips.

Gaz is a soldier, through and through. Kyle is young and beautiful and tired. He doesn’t say anything, just lets Simon stare his fill. After a moment, he extends his arm, palm up. The Ghost under his skin is fascinated by the throb of his veins, but he pushes down the urge to sink his teeth in and intertwines their fingers instead.

“Didn’t know,” Simon rasps. He clears his throat, tries again. “Didn’t know you was scared of the dark.”

Kyle shrugs. “’M not, usually. But sometimes I have visions when I’m sleeping. Hard to shake if I wake up and can’t see.”

“Don’t touchin’ make the vision’s worse?” Simon wiggles their clasped hands.

“I like seeing you.” Kyle gives a gentle squeeze. “Dark’s not so bad, from your eyes.”

Simon hums at that. He hears something upstairs, cocks his head to listen as Johnny mutters something and stumbles out of bed. “Pup’s up.”

Kyle grins. “He’s about to knock a vase over. It’s plastic.”

Simon listens as something thumps just up the stairs. Soap muffles a curse and a yelp, there’s the slap of his palm trying to catch something and then a sigh. “Fuckin’ plastic piece o’ shite.”

It’s good to hear Kyle laugh.

[coolsvilleprincess]

Everybody give it up for more cleaned up sketches!! This time it's characters that I have simply been thinking about recently that are not the main gang, yes I did get distracted while cleaning up my Shaphne sketches, yes this is the result now I must return to the caves to finish them.

[konigsblog]

a crumb of pup!soap would cure me 🙏

Owner!Ghost x Owner!Reader x Pup!Soap... 🐾

Pup!Soap is a menace who always gets his way.

He's incredibly spoiled, bratty, and will get whatever he wants, the best and expensive gifts and dog treats. He's a needy, attention-seeking bastard who constantly tugs at your clothing, attempting to tear it from your body. He adores when you pull on his fluffy, german shepherd ears that you bought him, or the tail plug that he wears constantly.

Soap needs all the attention on him at once. He needs to be between your supple thighs and stroking your clit with his tongue, while receiving backshots from Simon. Simon will pull at his leather collar from behind while you play with his soft, brunette locks and his adorable ears. He'll huff and puff breathlessly and dizzily, grinding his tongue into your tight hole while looking up at you from between your legs.

He adores being humiliated. Record and push his face into the ground while Simon spanks his rear repetitively, each noise and movement earning the mutt another slap. To be the centre of your attention at all times is Soap's dream, and he lives to be your little fuck toy, a form of entertainment and pleasure.

[howlionj]

i think rorke went easy than overage on logan in The Pit (which is not much because it's still torture). military doctors healed his wounds - to manageable amount of pain. federation soldiers still tortured him daily but there were a few breaks for walker to sleep - maybe couple of hours. he kept him in a nearly conscious state, god knows why.

but most importantly - rorke talked to logan. about torture, federation's military, his past with ghosts. and elias. logan lost track of time in the pit so he couldn't get how much exactly but it seemed to him like a lot. maybe rorke's plan were to show him how ghosts and his dad especially can easily betray even their sworn brother not to mention latest addition to the team.

well, logan got his points. not like it was hard considering he knew part of the story already but still. new for him was strange gabriel's obsession with dad and his civil life. he knew about their mother, their school days, their birthdays, riley's origins and many other things. there was uncomfortable feeling inside logan's stomach: rorke was part of their life he didn't know about until now. like a creep he was lurking through walker's house for years.

and then it stroked him: maybe rorke collected all these things inside his mind because they had been his only connection to elias for years. memories and feelings of his past, fractions of his self outside warfare. maybe that's why he killed him: not to revenge but to finally forget.

'so you loved him?' logan asked, his voice weak and low from dehydration and tortures.

'is that all you get from my stories?'

'more or less'

rorke never came back. which was fine because logan learned an essential lesson and maybe it'll help him in the future.