#if you see me reblogging ghost stuff no you didn't

[velvetmayhem]

I wish to inform you that I recently developed a very serious obsession/hyperfixation with the band Ghost (after sporadically listening to them for years and even seeing them live back in 2018 🫠) and Copia/Papa IV is my little silly scrunkly rat-man now and if toasted focaccia kills him off by the end of the current tour I'm gonna be in his walls (just joking, toblerone fudge is an adorable pookie and I want to put him in my pocket)

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[tkbrokkoli]

look at my tags boy

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Hermitcraft / Life Series Fic Recs

Because I love so many of them...

I'll split the fics into completed and updating fics, and try to only recommend currently updating fics (i.e., not abandoned). I'm going to write a little about why I like each fic and what the general vibes are - so this is also a kind of review I guess?

I've tried to @ the authors if they have a public tumblr. Sorry to anyone who didn't want to be tagged, I can remove any @ if you ask (or if I have embarrassingly tagged the wrong person). Anyway, enjoy, and I appreciate reblogs because I want as many people to see these fics as possible!!

This ended up being incredibly long so I'm putting a divider here. Click to keep reading!!! Also, fair warning: shipping ahead! Some fics will have mild sexual content, please read the tags if you are unsure <3

Updating Fics

I have already recommended Help Me To Breathe, lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart), and There Are Monsters Nearby in this post, so I won't explain why I like them a second time, but definitely check them out!!

Death's A Good Gig by @mawofthemagnetar is probably going to be finished by the time this post gets to you, reader, but I'm putting it here anyway. It's short and sweet, one of my favourite representations of Zedaph (or, Zedeath) I've read, and just a joy to experience. If you like grim reapers and discussions of unions, this one is for you. Also I need more Zedaph in my life.

Look, I'm Sorry, Please Stop Scaring Everyone by @cat-in-the-desert reminds me a lot of a particular TV drama I liked when I was younger, which followed a similar premise. This fic follows Mumbo (vampire) and Grian (ghost) as they get up to various housemate shenanigans and meet their local magic-expert and salesman Scar. This fic is fun, but still includes a nice amount of Feelings and hinted-at Angst which I really love. It's lighthearted, but never boring.

It Hurts To Hope by Inquillitory is my favourite of the "Grian crash lands into Hermitcraft and causes problems for everyone" genre. Seeing how many fics there are with that premise, I think that says a lot. It handles Grian's weird Watcher stuff really well. Honestly, I just want to know what happens next!

killing the boy in the tv by @raspberrystruck is like a sickfic on steroids. If you want Grian with so much past trauma he forgets how to function in society, this is basically the fic for you. I really love how hybrid traits affect the characters' interactions in this fic, and how everyone is kind of messed up because of the imbalance Grian brings. It is wonderfully descriptive in all the right places!

Love Me Like I'm Dead by @daniofcrows is such a gem. You know how hard it is to find good Xisuma whump? It's impossible. I absolutely love how Xisuma and Evil X are characterised in this, and I am obsessed with the unique take on hanahaki disease which I have never seen handled in this way before. The balance between flashbacks and present day is maintained wonderfully and I cannot wait to continue reading this one. Wow.

Oh, you wanted me to do a verse? by @bugbbear is... kind of indescribable. It's horror. It's comedy. It's the apocalypse. It's boatem. Scar eats someone. One of the most interesting and unique apocalypse stories I have read. Slowly updating but worth the wait, in my opinion. This one NEEDS more attention.

So Much For Stardust by @a-plethora-of-peters is basically one of my all-time favourites. Which is a damn good achievement seeing as I don't usually read ZITS fics. Like, ever. In this fic, Skizz is a human abducted and hurt badly by aliens, now recovering in the care of good aliens who don't know how 'sentient' he is. Every update of this one makes me smile, it is wonderful. I love how the characters are written and how the different perspectives are shown. It is just great.

Solar Waltz by @raspberrystruck and aroundtheclock is a brilliant and very very sad regression fic. I love fluffy regression fics as much as the next guy, but this one just... hits different. The hurt/comfort levels are off the charts. Grian is so damn cute the whole time, while also being harrowingly complicated and sad. I am so ready for whatever comes next.

Tango's Castle of Cards by @evilrat-sabre is the one where Tango is a BUG. He's just a little guy (horror). This one is so beautifully written, with poetry-type interludes and perspective changes that really make everything feel so much more impactful. Finding out your buddy is a murder bug isn't the easiest thing in the world. I love this so much.

Traveling Thieves {Dark Fantasy AU} (series) by @amethystfairy1 is basically one of the series of all time. I know I keep saying that but it really really is. I love a good fantasy au, and I love an au with hybrids even more. In this world, hybrids are treated like slaves, but it isn't all doom and gloom for the main characters of each installment. There is a lot of hurt/comfort and the different stories feed into each other in really interesting ways. I try to read as much as I can, though I've missed a few because my emails are buggy. Definitely worth reading these fics, especially since now they're all starting to come together!

Completed Fics

Solving Counting Sheep by @theminecraftbee might have rearranged my brain chemistry a little. Another strong contender for 'fics that inspire me to kill Grian', this time with a more concrete notion of "replacement". Three is my favourite fucked up living weapon. It's so rare to find Evo fics in this day and age, too. This fic had me immediately clicking on every update as soon as I got the emails.

Rescue Fire by @imaginethat0327 is one of the most unique takes on a fictionalised life series game that I have ever read. The whole concept is explained in a realistic and easy-to-follow way, as we learn what's happening with the characters. There are several brilliant storylines happening in this one, but my particular favourites are Jimmy & Tango, Joel, and of course Scar & Grian. This fic is full of whump and, well, read the tags, it isn't always pleasant, but those are my favourite things ever. Definitely worth checking out this fic and its currently updating sequel.

don't you know about me? by takenbadgering is a wonderful comedy of errors with just the right amount of angst for a realistic setting type of fic. If you enjoy polyamory miscommunications, rave aesthetics, kandi, school teacher dynamics, and a lovely blend between grumbo, cubscar, and mumscar, this is the one.

Eventually the Birds Must Land by @milo-hypno follows a polyam ship I would have never thought of, and I cannot believe how much I loved it. This married-as-friends fic premise is wonderful, and captures the main trio (Grian, Mumbo, Impulse)'s personalities so well, while balancing them with the incredibly terrifying descriptions of the Watchers and their power. There's a lot of angst here, but it is ultimately hurt/comfort to the maximum degree. I loved reading it as it updated. Yay for gay marriage!

From The Archives (series) by @sixteenth-days was the absolute inspiration for my own Comms AU, and I will never forget its influence on me. As someone basically unfamiliar with TMA, I thought this series might be hard to follow, but it was not! I read all 57 parts in the span of two days, and I think it altered my brain chemistry. Please read it, even if (especially if) you don't know anything about TMA. The Cleo and Grian storyline lives in my head rent free. I mean it. This is horror at its finest. Also there's an audio series of this fic being released rn, which is very cool.

SUPERCRITICAL by @masque-of-plague hits different. It is such a wonderful take on the superhero/HotGuy trope, and it gets so super dark at some points! This one really takes swings at it's fictional government, which of course I love, while at the same time building this brilliantly emotional relationship between Scar and Grian. I do enjoy a bit of enemies to lovers, but the actual plot mixed into the story makes this one extra special. It is thrilling, with action that I don't get to see too often! Great work.

I am weary with contending! is one of the mumscarian fics of all time. From 'this house has people in it'-type horror, to magic gone wrong, to childhood trauma, to attempted assassination, to gender fuckery, this fic has it all. Usually I don't go for convex siblings, but this one is good enough to get a pass from me. Amazingly detailed worldbuilding alongside a brilliantly creative story.

It Spreads by @foxxology may not count as a fic, actually. It's a comic. But it's posted on ao3 so it counts. I was obsessed with this one as it was updating, honestly. It rocked me to my core. The art is phenomenal. The writing is brilliant. I love sculk.

Luck of the sea by Sleepy_Duck is a lovely take on mermaid and human interactions, with Grian as a marine life conservator and Scar as a very neglected mer. This one takes us emotionally in all sorts of directions, and offers lots of hope for the future of the characters. I heavily enjoyed this fic - if you like mermaids and marine biology, check it out.

there are many downsides to being a marine biologist by donnerstag is another mermaid fic but with a pretty different vibe. First of all, it follows what I would consider a rarepair Doc/Martyn. Second of all, reading this as it updated was a thrilling experience that nearly made me cry at certain points. I love how the relationship builds in this fic. It is honestly amazing. The whole idea of experimenting on a sentient sea creature, learning that he can communicate, then losing funding and having to save him from being dissected?!?! It's crazy. I love it.

Thus concludes my fic recommendations. I hope you enjoy at least some of these, and consider reblogging to spread these wonderful fics around <3

[emperor-palpaminty]

in which ghost and the hot doctor make out on the desk. sorry. this bitch keeps getting injured so it makes sense he would get in contact with the doctor a lot. Mentions sex stuff but not NWFS. Still gonna rate it 18+.

Edit: part 2 is here! Minors DNI. Smut hehe

Reblogs appreciated!

"You're all set, Riley." The doctor said, handing him his shirt. "Back to basic exercises and training starting tomorrow- no sparring for a week." The doctor, or Doc, he was told to call her- stood back, watching him unroll the fabric. "I have to admit, I'll miss the view." She teased, her loose medical coat swaying with the movement.

Ghost chuckled, lips smiling under the pushed-up mask. "You will now, won't ya?"

Doc hummed in mild agreement, gaze flickering in interest as her eyes drifted up to his jaw. "How's the stitches here?" She reached up, fingers a fluttering sensation over his face.

"Fine." Ghost tilted his head away, eyes following Doc's face. It was rounded, sweet, with a sinfully plump mouth and intelligent eyes. Her fingers moved over his skin, around the stitches- she was prodding it, gently, testing the area. "Good thing women like scars, innit, doc?"

She grinned, fingers turning, her knuckles stroking his jaw now. "Mm. I can vouch for myself, Ghost." She stepped away, picking up the clipboard, eyes still on him as he rolled the shirt onto his body. Plenty of touches had come from her end- some beyond what Ghost believed a regular medical examination typically called for.

"Tell me, doc." Ghost leaned forward on his knees, sliding off the examination table. "You flirt with all your patients?"

Doc looked up at him from looking at his chart. She smiled, brows cocking at the challenge as her eyes slid down his body. "Only the pretty ones, LT."

Ghost licked his lips, once, glancing back at the door. He slowly looked back towards the doctor, who watched him with eager eyes. His cock twitched- he would have been lying if he hadn't thought about her in every sense of the word 'carnal'. He shifted towards her, tilting his head. She sucked in a breath as if surpressing a sound, turning away from her desk. "Doc, seems like we finished a little early." He stepped towards her, slowly, walking at a leisurely pace.

She leaned back on her desk and dropped the chart behind her, eyes meeting his. "We did."

Ghost walked until he was inches in front of her, hands moving and pressing on the desk, either side of her.

Trapped.

Her eyes flashed up to his, a smile curling on the bright red lips. "You wear that lipstick for me, doc?" Ghost's finger ran under her chin, tilting it back to look up at him.

With a manner that was anything but bedside (more like, in the bed already), Doc looped a finger in the belt on his waist and tugged him in, eyes skimming what she could see of his face. "Depends. If you wanted me to, then yes."

"And if I didn't?" He craned his neck down, breath fanning over her face.

The sultry smile slipped into a sly one. "Then I would say you're wrong about that."

"Good sense, doc." Ghost leaned down, mouth crashing over hers. He stepped into her, pinning the back of her thighs to the desk. Doc's arms moved up, grasping his shirt, his mask, feeling him. Ghost groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, just once, hard enough to get a preview of a moan from her against his mouth. She tasted sweet, foreign, but like want.

Ghost pulled away, reaching a hand up and brushing away at the lipstick, smudged now on her chin. He hummed in approval and stepped away. "What time?"

"Six."

"Done." Ghost called back, stepping out into the hall as he pulled his mask down. He grinned under it, pacing quickly towards the showers.

He had another doctor's appointment to get ready for. Albiet not of a medical nature.

[jenchann]

Angel Baby

(Just a little self indulging soft, fluffy, big boy Husband Simon "Ghost" Riley)

You barely noticed a figure entering the bedroom, your husband’s soft thumping of feet approaching you as you sit with your top unbuttoned focused on a small cocoon nested in your arms. Simon sees you breast feeding your child, looking so angelic and soft as light poured from the windows and into the room, your breath matching with the baby’s. He forgets time as he just takes you in, taking in every single detail of this moment thinking what did a bastard like him do to deserve you, his Angel and the beautiful child you blessed him with.

The little champ was gulping his meal of the day so furiously, tiny fists in the air, fingers moving in sync with each little gulp. You finally looked up to see your husband all silent having this look of adoration, looking at you like this was the moment he was waiting for all his life. He would say he is indeed blessed with a marvellous sight , one he never in a million years he thought would be possible.

“My Lu’ve” his thick accent rolled past his lips as your eyes met, your lips tugging into a exhausted but contented smile.

He comes over to caress the baby’s cheeks with an adoring look glazing all over it's form, finally settling on the expressions the small human did, looking up in awe at his dada, eyes exact shade as his.

“This little attention seeker…” you could see Simon’s eyes soften and his fingers stalling as he leaned in to kiss on the baby's forehead. He was a big man and very strong. So strong that he himself at times didn't even know his to control his own strength and ended up causing accidents, for which he would have this big puppy eyes after along with the sulking, as he gets sad he couldn't control himself. There was definitely something you felt seeing your big husband trying his best to be soft and gentle, especially now of all times.

“Keeps stealing you away from me…and my meals” Simon said as his eyes set on your beautiful full breasts playfully before he kissed your forehead.

You laugh at him turning your head towards him as he sat beside you.

“Just like his dad.. Can't tolerate not having my attention I guess Mister Riley” you lean on his side as his large hand wrapped around your shoulders, steading you against his huge frame.

But your son soon bit you making you hiss lowly in pain, a new habit he has been starting to have from the last few days and it was hurting your sensitive flesh. Simon staggered forward with concern, eyebrows scrunched at your displeasure.

“We really should get that milk pump we saw last time…Or atleast a nip cover Mama” Simon’s pinky finger evaded the babies lips as his son clutched dada’s finger in his tiny hands thinking it was food.

“Oh he's teething good Mama” Simon's face lit up as he looked at you and planted a kiss on your lips, clutching your neck. The sound of your pecks echoed together with your son’s excited sounds seeing his parents together filled with nothing but love. The few quiet moments passed, of you feeding your son, leaning against your husband's chest. You could feel your fatigue melting away by relaxation just by your husband's supportive presence beside you.

“Imma wash the dishes real quick a'right?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek as you laid down on the bed beside the wrapped human burrito, your hands protective around the form.

"Maybe i could help you with second round on the other side, after?” His eyes rested on your chest, his eyes playfully glistening as he looked up at your beautiful face.

“Then the laundry better be finished too mister!”

“A’ye, Mrs.Riley!” he gave a two finger salute with a Cheshire grin before he happily left the room.

It had you thinking if you had just given your husband a vigor filled motivational reason to do stuff around the house faster!

(P.S Please reblog the post cause it helps me reach a lot of people which in turn motivates me to write more! thankyou!)

[everest-is-dead-now]

Little Monster Q&A + author fun facts !!

hello new followers and fans of Little Monster. first of all, i just have to thank everyone for the crazy support ive been getting as of late. thank you everyone. every like, comment, and reblog just pushes me to keep writing, even when it feels like every word i write is garbage.

so i decided to make this little special! idk if anyone will be super interested, so ill put all the stuff under the cut, but i also wanted to add this little drawing i did of terzomega as like extra content. if you arent interested, thanks anyway and enjoy the art!

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to everyone who stayed, i have no idea why you’re interested, but thanks lmfao. this shit will be long.

Questions

Is your most recent oneshot about the mirror related at all to Little Monster? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i'm glad you noticed that !! in The Mirror, i very purposefully left two hints at the end of the fic to indicate its connection to Little Monster, which was the taco ring reference and Terzo's use of "mostriciatto". to me, mostriciatto will always be the Little Monster version of terzomega. no matter when i finish that fic or if i write more fics after, i will never again use mostriciatto unless im purposefully writing these versions of terzomega. i havent seen anyone else use it (i hope they dont), so i like to imagine this can be forever my impact on terzomega fics lmao. anyway, the purpose of me leaving those references isnt necessarily to say, "this is a future scene of little monster" bc it isnt exactly that (while i have plans that line up with this oneshot, i cannot anticipate that everything will fit perfectly by the time we get there in the canon). the purpose of doing that was to show u cuties that yes, terzo and omega will eventually have a better relationship, and i will be extending this timeline into papa terzo era. just a fun little teaser for my more observant fans.

also, fun fact about how i came up with that pet name. i was writing the first part of Little Monster (that part is now titled Spilled Wine as featured on my Ao3) and i knew i wanted to give terzo an affinity for using pet names, but i didn't know quite which ones to use. i didn't want to be boring, so i googled some. i have no idea where, but i found mostriciatto, meaning, of course, "little monster." i had yet to even really start writing it, but i knew i wanted it to be DARK with a very unhinged omega, so i thought, perfect. ill talk a bit more about the writing of part one later on

2. How many parts do you currently anticipate writing? Do you have a set ending point, or will this perhaps be an ongoing project for the foreseeable future? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i have 12 major plot points (including the first five parts i have written) that loosely translate into parts. this could mean 12 parts, or it could be more depending on what i write. i kinda plan on expanding this to 18 (6 parts per “era” or “act” [you’ll see what i mean]) though i dont quite have a set ending yet, so really its up in the air. i am, however, planning on having a definitive ending, ergo not an endless project. from there there may be some oneshots in this universe, but they will have an ending.

3. In the first part of little monster you put a disclaimer with something along the lines of "if you're expecting comfort I'm sorry to disappoint". The angst is MWAH but do you like plan on giving Terzo like any sort of comfort or happiness?? (from anon)

before i begin rambling, here's your answer: there will be hope and good times as mentioned above, and you might have even picked up on that in part 5. i may have wrote a fucked up versions of terzomega but whats a good story without character growth?? i havent determined the direction of the ending, but rest assured, if it all burns down, they will hold each other close (for the minute it takes).

but also.... funny story about that disclaimer....

soo i wanted to write ghost fanfic to impress my friend who is a VERY avid member of this community. however, i failed to realize they DO NOT like angst without love and care and fluff, so after i showed it to them, buddy did not like it. i took that as a sign that maybe this shit was a little TOO dark.

but my god, i could not stop thinking about it, as the caption said, and i dont always feel that away about what i write. i had recently started to post semi often to tumblr, and i just thought. well, theres gotta be someone else as fucked up as me, and i posted that shit. that disclaimer was a result of taking my friends reaction seriously and realizing that i needed to make it VERY clear that this fic is NOT for everyone. there was a different og caption that was longer and more grave, but i cut it down for aesthetics bc little monster has already seen more success than i ever anticipated.

4. What is your favorite ghost album, and what song introduced you to ghost? (from anon) & Favorite ghost song (or songs) (from @ask-enso-ghoul)

my favorite album is Infestissumam!!! the vibes of the album are so fucking immaculate, even if terzo is my favorite papa.

of course, of course, the first song i ever heard from ghost was Mary on a Cross. it blew up when it did and i loved it. the second song that really made me start getting into ghsot was square hammer, which will secretly also be my favorite ghost song but ive heard it so many times i have to give it now to the future is a foreign land. some of my other fave songs are jigolo, respite, body and blood, faith, twenties, and year zero (there’s just so many)

i want to take a second to say my least favorite album though, which is opus eponymous, or as i call it, pope pussy. it’s ok. it’s just ok. mk. i’m not a fan of that sound. the best song on there is genesis. I FUCKING SAID IT—

5. how do you get into the zone of writing smut-? I’m trying to get into it but it sounds cheesy when I do, so do you do something specific? (from anon)

im gonna level with you. i have been writing for almost a decade, since i was 12, and the first thing i started writing was smut. sex has always been a HUGE creative force for my writing and art in general. as stupid as it sounds, writing smut to me is more than just that. its my art. its my greatest and most inspirational subject. i love being creative with it, bending it to the niches and intricacies of the duo im writing, just playing with it as a medium of expression, of storytelling, of how DEEP it can be.

that being said, one of the easiest ways to get into the zone of smut specifically is being horny ! you imagine your pairing doing some illicit bedroom activity and you pick them up liek dolls and smush their faces together ! let it be fun, and let it be yours. dont write it to please the kinks of your audience, write it to your own taste and enjoyment.

as far as it being cheesy, yeah, it will feel that way. the most important thing is to be confident with your language and don’t shy away from calling a dick a dick, a pussy a pussy, an ass an ass. it feels stupid, but it will read worse if you make up artsy names for them every other line. don’t be afraid to be descriptive either, because that’s what the people want to see, trust me.

apologies if that was unhelpful, ive just been writing smut so long i can hardly tell you how i do it. im jsut super passionate about it and it fuels me creatively….. can u tell lol

6. Favorite work you’ve ever done? (from anon)

so.... ive written many things and that depends. its definitely not anything ive posted on here.

i think my favorite "serious" work is a short story i wrote for a creative writing class, called Abel and Sally. it was an modern inversion of the bible story of abraham and sarah, with a really dark ending (i love to shit on catholicism)

the other work that comes to mind is the first story i wrote about my oc anson, called Anson's Prison. that is something i would potentially post on here, its pretty short but its a good one. its oc content, tho, so i doubt many ppl would be interested lel.

8. will you draw more drawing for your stories in the future? (from anon)

well. heres my thing with art.

ive been drawing as long as ive been writing. but im not an artist; i never learned ANYTHING beyond like drawing itself, i.e. i dont know how to shade, pick colors, do bgs, etc. (can u tell??? do u see that art up there???? can YOU TELL??) thus, i have a sort of love hate relationship with drawing, and i usually dont like my own stuff. i didnt pick up drawing as easy as i did writing and its not nearly as intuitive to me.

that being said, it is sometimes fun when the drawings turn out just right and i get super passionate about something i draw and i can create the image in my head. so if the mood strikes me, i probably will draw more terzomega stuff in the future.

but why do i need to?? feeds you all SO WELL with little monster stuff you dont need my shitty art lmfao

9. MILK OR CEREAL FIRST? (from anon)

cereal. bc the moment the milk hits that cereal u are on a speedy ass countdown to devour that shit before it gets soggy, and brother, u better eat quick.

Things I wanted to share

Little Monster was supposed to be a one shot

so, Little Monster started as one thing and turned to something else entirely. originally, i wrote the beginning of the first chapter (where they are flirting in the church) in about april of this year. in this version, they were supposed to already be in love, though hiding it, and terzo was not drunk at all, just teasing. i eventually scrapped it because i wasnt very passionate about it and got p bored. then, in july, i had the itch to write something dark, but none of my projects at the time had characters i could really write that with. i came back to that scrapped fic and i thought, damn, i could really fuck these guys up, and i did.

little monster immediately became more successful than i thought it would be, and that was only about 10 notes and a comment in. i was happy to leave it at that, but then, i just started writing part two on a whim. if you look at the og post in the comments, i mention that im writing a "follow up". thats bc even when writing part two, this was not going to be a series !! but then, as i kept writing, part two became so long i had to split it in half, meaning there were suddenly 3. by the time i posted part three, though, i was shocked at the sheer amount of attention i was getting. at the same time, part three ended in such a way that i knew this story needed to keep going, to give these two a resolution. now, little monster will be a full fledged story thanks to all the support ive received :3

2. im an english major

yeah, you got me, im a college student majoring in english creative writing. is it obvious? my penultimate goal is to one day be a published author. it’s crazy surreal to me how much people express to me how they enjoy my writing~~ i hope i can one day make my dream come true 🥰 the unfortunate part about this is i go back to college next week and im uncertain how that will affect my writing schedule :p i’ll stick to weekly uploads for little monster tho dw !!

3. this is the first time i’ve written fanfic in several years

when i first started writing it was frerard and peterick fanfics on wattpad in middle school (huge shoutout to the ones that know lmfao). i stopped writing those before hs and haven’t written fanfic since. i think it’s very funny that i have come full circle back to writing band fanfic, altho ghost ofc is way more intricate with its canon

4. I LOVE YOU GUYS

i know i’ve said it a dozen times already on this post, but god it’s crazy. it’s nuts !! i’ve already made a handful of super sweet mutuals who i appreciate with all my heart, and even if you’re just a lurker, I STILL APPRECIATE YOU. EVERY SINGLE NOTE MAKES ME SO HAPPY. EVERY COMMENT AND RB HAS ME BURSTING WITH JOY.

it is entirely thanks to you all that i write terzomega and ive become so passionate about it. if it weren’t for your support, i would probably still be writing my silly little stories that no one but me could possibly understand, rotting away and wondering if anyone would even like my writing. terzo and omega are such a unique pairing compared to what ive written before, and writing them is a really cool feeling. i truly love it, and i hope i can continue to feed this side of the fandom for a long time.

from the bottom of my heart and with all my writing soul, thank you. i want to keep writing for u guys, and i want to satiate ur dirty terzomega fantasies >:) this is such a sweet and inclusive fandom and im glad i’ve been welcomed in so quickly. i hope i can continue to grow my talent here :3

ok that’s it bye teehee

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I have a Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Reader request. Ok so the reader admits to Sebastian that she always fantasizes about Bucky doing dirty things to her and Sebastian gives her what she’s been fantasizing about🥵

I came across your writing not too long ago and I just wanted to let you know how much I love it🩵

I think of him when I'm with you

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 950 words

SUMMARY | Sebastian accidentally finds out you're reading Bucky Barnes fanfiction, and even though he's not sure what to feel initially, he's slowly warming up to the idea. When you finally reveal your deepest fantasies, he invites you over to the set of his latest Marvel movie and makes every last dream come true. In character, of course.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Use of pet names (doll, prinţesă), smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cockwarming).

A/N | Thank you so much for this request, @sergeantbarnessdoll; this unlocked some fantasies I didn't even know I had, so thank you! Also, I want to thank you for the sweet compliment; small comments like that make my day! 🖤

A/N 2.0 | Thank you so much to @avengersfantasies for giving me with this idea; I couldn't have made it into what it is now without you!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | 18+ banner is made by yours truly

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

''Babe, can I use your laptop for a bit?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom where Sebastian is getting ready for his half-day shooting.

''Of course, prinţesă,'' he says, and you feel butterflies in your stomach at the name. You adore it when he talks Romanian, which makes your knees go weak instantly.

''Thank you!'' you say before heading to his office and grabbing his laptop, since yours is still at the Apple Store to be repaired. You can't live without Bucky fanfiction, so you're eager to continue reading the series you've been hooked on for a while.

You plop yourself down on the couch and log in to Tumblr, ready to continue where you left off a few days ago. This time, you finish the entire series, and you're about to delete the browser history when someone calls you, and you forget all about the laptop.

Later that day, you've returned to Sebastian's office since yours is repaired again, and you're picking it up right before Sebastian's about to come home, so you decide to grab take-out on your way home.

''Hi, prinţesă,'' Sebastian says as you walk into the door and put your stuff down, ready for a hug and a much-needed kiss, too.

''How was your day? Done anything... interesting?'' he asks with a hint of mischief, though you don't seem to notice it.

''It was good; I did some work and picked up my laptop,'' you say, and he quirks a brow, knowing you've been reading on Tumblr instead of working.

''Work, you say...'' Sebastian says before he opens up his laptop, and all color drains from your face as you see what he's referring to.

''S-Seb, i-it's not what you think!'' you try, but Sebastian gets a smirk that tells you everything you need to know; he's just as much into this as you are.

''I believe it's exactly what I think it is, prinţesă,'' he says as he pushes you against the counter behind you, caging you in as he leans in closer, ghosting his lips over yours.

''Meet me at my trailer tomorrow at 1:30 PM, and I'll give you exactly what you've been fantasizing about,'' he says, and a moan escapes your lips as he attaches his to your pulse point, making your legs feel like jelly under you.

It's the next day, and you're standing in front of Sebastian's trailer with some lunch like he asked and you knock a few times before the door swings open, and your breath hitches as you see him in full costume.

''Come in, doll,'' he says before stretching his hand out for you to grab and walk into the trailer. Your mouth is still open as you take it and look him over because he looks incredible.

''S-Seb-''

''Call me Bucky, doll. I don't know who this 'Seb' is,'' he says in air quotes, and that's when it dawns on you what he's doing. He's leaning into your fantasies, turning you on beyond belief.

He pulls you onto the couch, and you're straddling him, your soaked panties pushing against his hard cock, and you can tell he is as much into this as you are.

''You're beautiful, doll, and I can't wait to know what you taste like,'' he says before attaching his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as you grind against him.

His hands - one warm and one cold - pull up your dress until it's over your head and on the floor, and he can take in the black lingerie you're wearing, Sebastian's favorite.

A deep grunt escapes his throat as he sees the lace adorning your body, and before you know it, he lifts you and takes his cock out, sliding it deep into you with little to no prep.

''Oh, Bucky!'' you moan as you're leaning into your fantasies, only making you wetter.

''Who's making you feel so good, doll? Huh? Let everyone hear who's making his doll feel so fucking good she's going crosseyed,'' he whispers in your ear.

''B-Bucky! You're fucking me so good!'' you say as you keep bouncing up and down, his hands finding your nipples and playing with them through the lace of your bra.

''Such a perfect doll for me, my perfect fuckdoll,'' he grunts as he grabs your ass with both hands and sets the pace, fucking you hard, and you cum quickly after, followed shortly by Sebastian.

''Hmm, thank you for making me feel so good, Bucky. Can't wait to do this again,'' you say as you nuzzle into his neck when you're both coming down from your highs.

''No, thank you, doll, for making me feel special. And say hi to Seb for me,'' he says with a big smile as you keep sitting on his dick, you love to cockwarm him for as long as possible.

You've fallen asleep after Sebastian rubbed your back for a little while, and when his assistant walks in without knocking, he gets the sight of his life.

''Oh, fuck! I'm sorry! I didn't know,'' he starts, but Sebastian cuts him off.

''Don't worry, it's just Y/N, and she's taking a little nap. I'll be with you shortly,'' Sebastian says, and his assistant quickly runs out of the trailer, and when he slams the door shut, you jolt awake.

''Welcome back to earth, prinţesă,'' he says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, and when he has to go again, he helps you get dressed and plants one more passionate kiss before he leaves.

''I can't fucking wait to do that again because this was amazing,'' he says, and with that, you're on your way home, still recovering a little from everything that just happened.

[ghostwiththeemost]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FROM THE CRADLE TO CREMATION . . . DEATH JUST NEEDS A LITTLE CONVERSATION ~ !࿐ྂ

Hey babes~ seems ya found my blog! Welcome to my humble abode. You may be asking “who is this SEXY SEXY man?” Well I’ll tell ya! I’m Behjdbbdnf… Beejkbngd… Bug wine. 🪲🧃. Use the emojis babe. I can’t type my own fucking name apparently. How fucked up is THAT?! Ugh, anyway… Let’s get onto the real shit. I’m the boss bitch here, you should hire me to get some shitty humans out of your beloved home. Or, call me up to fuck. Either works.

Alright, alright. People put their info and shit so I’ll do just that. I’m 🪲🧃, but ya can call me “sexy” or “handsome” or “sweets” or “pretty boy” or anything ;)~ Kay, moving on! I’m the ghost with the most, the biggest dick in town babe. He/him, but I can also be your/yours~ ;) I don’t care for labels, I’m a sexual beast. You wanna talk? Talk. You wanna flirt? Flirt. Send nudes? Eeeehhhh… Probably not, sorry sweetheart. I’d totally say yes, but that’d get me banned.

Anything else? Yeah, a lot actually. Ask me about shit. I’m over 600 years old, I’ve seen a lot, done a lot, witnessed a lot, I’m the fuckin best. I mean look at me, I’m the coolest ghost in town! ;)~ Also the best dick. DEFINITELY the best dick.

Well well well! Quite Fancy seeing you back here! Yet ANOTHER wonderful roleplay blog, and even a BETTER character?!?!??!?!1 WOAHHHHH! Wowie!

Hi! I'm the wonderful mod behind this obnoxious green ghoul of a man, and I hope you can stay a bit, have a seat, chat a bit! Learn a bit, see some tags behind this wonderful super duper cool page, yakknow how it is!

The name's Dew! Dewey if you wanna be fancy, but nah, I'm just a guy on the internet here to write for his funny bug man. No formalities needed. The pronouns are HE/SHE! I'm Genderfluid and Gay!

Kay, mini bits of info here... I'm an adult! So that being said I'm going to keep a boundary on certain aspects such as some forms of nsfw and SOME ships. Mostly I don't care? I'd just prefer if you were to tell me or have your age in bio before deciding to imply nsfw ROLEPLAYS. Flirting or nsfw anons I don't really care about, it's bound to happen, but you get it. also beetlebabes dni you all SUUUUUCKKKK.

Let's see... I have some other accounts. @candycoffinss , @photographerstanheight , @screamingqueenxoxo ... Other stuff, we'll see what I reveal.

Right, right... Tags and extra info... |🪲| ~ 𝑴𝑶𝑫 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑺! - This is me talking!! >:] |🪲| ~ 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑱𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺! - Replies to asks, you know how it is. |🪲| ~ 𝑩𝑱’𝑺 𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑺! - call for interacts maybe?? |🪲| ~ 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑱𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺! - Random yapping he does, reblogs... etc. |🪲| ~ 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑱𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑬𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺! - Interactions Yeaaaaa

|🪲🔞| ~ 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬! - yea some things will be suggestive labeled just in case pleeease be cautious tyyy beetlejuice can be a menace.

ALRIGHT! FINAL BIT OF INFO!!!!! This writing of beetlejuice is a mix of everything, but I'm mainly leaning toward Justin Collette's version of Beetlejuice. He's still Beetlejuice of course, but keep in mind he won't be much like Alex Brightman if you're looking for an adaptation of him! (...There will be crumbs tho. Pathetic meow meow...) ANYWAY! Yeah, Just wanted to throw that out there, I didn't know if people would want my head for it LMAOOOO but YEAH!!! I'm free w any interactions btw. other fandoms, other blogs, movie characters, musical characters, do it !! >:] ok I think that's it... until I decide to go bonkers again. thanks for reading if you got this far! smooches ur forehead /p

[ancha-aus]

Some thoughs on Medium Dust from the Ghosts & Medium AU you guys have seen me spam reblogs of.

Dust could always speak to ghosts. Always. When he was little he didn't always knew when it was a ghost/spirit or not but he learned to feel the difference.

So even ghosts that perfectly mimic living people or who don't realise they are dead? Dust knows because he can just kinda feel it. Vibe check to the max.

He never really did anything with is. Except for talk with the nice ghost children that did want to play wiht him at night on the playground.

Not until his brother one day just disappeared. and the ghost of his brother apart in tiny flashes before him.

Dust wasn't the strongest medium, seeing as he was a child. so who he could see was limited.

Papyrus was a newly made ghost and young when he died. so not that strong either.

( i do think the two were very close in age if not like fraternal twins. Or maybe they both had their own parents who divorced and married each others parent. that kinda deal) (Edit!! I actually think Papyrus is older in this AU :D Five years older and Dust is the younger brother <3)

So... Dust now knew his brother was dead. and was pissed. Who the fuck killed him?! So he went to solve his brother's disappearance and murder.

Turned out it was the creepy teacher that Dust never trusted.

So murderer had been caught. cool. right.

Waht now?

Dust went to learn necromancy as everyone who he asked if papyrus could be broguht back to live would tell him it was dark and forbidden magical becuase something was always left behind if you did these things.

Dust obviously still tried because papyrus told him he wanted to live again.

It didn't work.

So they just kinda sat there. and at first Dust just spend sometime solving murders and stuff. putting ghosts to rest and working on a kinda part time basis with the police. Eventually dust got fired from that. (not because he didn't do his job bad but because he did it too well. corrupt leadership you know the drill)

Dust then went into the medium and seance busines. Letting people say their final goodbyes and stuff. Just those kinda things. Then later he went into the exorcist business. (It would surprise you how many rich families buy obivously haunted houses)

And that is what he did. Because of the nature of his job Dust generally lived out of a van that had his ghost stuff and a tiny seance table in it. it was cramped but Dust likes that.

He does have a very cheap and small apartment. but that is just to get his mail delivered and to make taxes easier.

And then he met Killer and everything got complicared.

[thefirstknife]

(Taking this out of the reblog chain because Post Too Big) So, I crawled through my old screenshots and clips and the only screens of Saint's Tomb that I have are either from Not Even The Darkness or the actual mission to rescue Saint during Season of Dawn. I tried trawling through youtube uploads and I thought that I found something that would answer the question--I was ready to eat crow on Saint being gone and chalk it up to Dunning-Kruger effect on my part--but it was a video of doing the Mercury Flashpoint from Day 1 of Season of Dawn, rendering it moot. So the question of "Did Saint's Body Remain In All Instances of The Dark Future Or Not" is something I have to punt to fandom at large ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I did, however, find screens relating to the Perfect Paradox quest during Season of Dawn, which look to be relevant re: diverging Timelines:

Thanks for looking into it! I am also very intrigued by the possibility of them actually changing original stuff to reflect the things we've done in Dawn, but alas. With 4 years gone since this content was available I understand it might be almost impossible to figure this one out. Unless someone finds something, I think the best is to refer to what happened lore-wise; aka we never went back to that specific spot in lore, even if in-game the area may have been reused at some point. That is, until (if?) anything states it explicitly.

For all intents and purposes, the body should've been gone after Dawn.... technically. Depends on how they intend to deal with the the fact that it was secured in a specific simulation in the Forest; maybe the body is meant to stay there forever because it's a part of the simulation now so no matter what, that snapshot of reality is preserved in the Forest? And ofc, it depends on how they want to deal with the timeline stuff.

Speaking of! I remember this part from the quest and I didn't want to go into it back when I made the big post about Saint and how we saved him, mostly because it raises several different questions that would lead me into several new tangents, about details that may or may not be relevant, and may or may not have been planned out in such detail to begin with. There's always been a few questions I had about this.

First, Osiris specifies that this Paradox is from an "altered form of your Light that dates back to the Dark Age." That implies that this Paradox was pulled from our hands when we were in the past. Osiris is also confused; at this point he doesn't actually know that the Guardian Saint spoke of as having saved him and inspired him was us, so that explains the line of "What timeline exists that I have yet to see, that places you in the Dark Age?"

Second, the multiple timelines and us grabbing guns from them is more or less canon. So us grabbing a Paradox from another timeline that alerts Osiris to something odd going on is not too bad. But does it matter? I can't figure this one out mostly because of how the lore and the quest was otherwise fully focused on the original Paradox, the one we made in the Infinite Forge.

It's in the lore on the gun:

All I have left is this weapon. The Cryptarchs say you crafted it yourself, built it out of scraps and Light and sheer will, inside the Infinite Forge.

So the gun he has could be identified (at least according to the Cryptarchs) as having been made in the Infinite Forge. And then in the Impossible Task:

The Shotgun you crafted in the Infinite Forge is reacting to the Sundial! An onboard transponder is broadcasting coordinates: a path through the Sundial, crossing two time periods. The prophecy blueprint you used to create the Perfect Paradox must have included this broadcast.

Ghost specifies that we go into the Sundial following a signal from the Paradox we crafted in the Infinite Forge, not the one we pulled from the Sundial. It's also tied to the prophecy tied to the weapon, apparently. So what's the deal with the Perfect Paradox from another timeline we got from the Sundial if we didn't even take that to save Saint?

Is this because, no matter what, at some point in some timeline, Perfect Paradox has to always be crafted by us? Perfect Paradox was crafted by the YW in the Infinite Forge, in every timeline, no matter the outcome? So no matter which one is pulled from the Sundial, it still has the same Light signature and the prophecy and everything? Did we take our original (from Curse) to Saint or did we just take this one we pulled from the Sundial in Dawn that Osiris had to restore first?

But no matter how that's done, we craft it from the remains picked up from Saint's body, which means that no matter what, in every timeline, we somehow deliver this gun to Saint, and he dies with it. Except... Of course. We saved him in at least one them.

Does any of this even matter? Does any of this make any difference to the outcome and to Saint's fate? Or to the situation Saint is in right now?

Osiris says this at the end of the quest:

"Sometimes my research brings more questions than answers."

That's so true bestie. But it's also a pretty good indication that this whole situation is maybe confusing on purpose. As in, the characters don't know either, and there's no way for them to know or really test this, and we're not really meant to know the details, though obviously by the Traveler we will try.

I'm assuming we'll get some word on some of this next week. I'm not expecting a fully detailed dissertation, but at least something on the question of timelines and if the different timelines matter(ed) in this case with the Paradox and saving Saint. Maybe we even find out (here comes the tangents) what the hell was this about:

"And how many timelines did you thoughtlessly tether to our own for this weapon? Our world now bears the strain of how many additional realities in exchange for this hollow abomination?"

We'll definitely be getting a new Perfect Paradox so maybe through that, we'll find something out about the timelines.

Overall, the details of this whole thing are fairly confusing, though I'm not expecting much else from a plot about time travel with a paradox in a setting where multiple timelines are canon. I think some of it will never be truly solved, which in a way fits; we can't get proof from other timelines. But on the other hand: I want to know. Maybe next week will clear at least some parts of this up once and for all.

[mushroomjar]

Did you think I forgot about it? The Halloween vocaloid playlist is done!! I'll include the links in a reblog so Tumblr doesn't bury the post, there's a YouTube playlist and a Spotify one, the YouTube one being the longer one with nearly 100 songs... yeah, I got carried away lol Reminder for those who have forgotten/not in the know, this playlist starts with cute lighthearted songs about Halloween and monsters, and gets darker in tone and sound the deeper down the playlist you go

I don't want to make the post too long so I'll just include a general content warning for the songs in the playlist, and under the cut I might list all the songs and ramble a bit about what it was like to make the playlist. I hope you enjoy!^^

Content Warnings: flashing lights, bright images, loud sounds and jumpscares, disturbing images and noises, death, body horror, gore, cannibalism, abuse, stalking, potentially paranoia-inducing songs/lyrics

The playlist has been done for days, I've just been procrastinating on actually making the post until now lmao sorry! I had a lot of fun making the playlist and going through the suggestions, it also made me fall in love with some producers I hadn't paid much attention to before (shout out to all of the people who sent in Babuchan suggestions, as you can see I went down a bit of a Babuchan rabbit hole and added tons of his stuff to the playlist, same for machigerita lol)

I'll admit that one of the reasons the playlist kept getting longer was because I'd look at other creepy/scary vocaloid playlists on YouTube for inspiration, and every time I was nearly done I would write down 20 more songs to check out, which is why it took me a whole month to get this playlist done lol. I hope it was worth it! I'm very pleased with how it all turned out

There were also many songs/producers I really liked but decided not to include in the playlist, for example I found DaijoubuP, who I really like, but I didn't think it fit the vibe of the kind of Halloween playlist I wanted to make, so none of his stuff is in the playlist. Same goes for SEIKAI, his songs sound very creepy but I found the lyrics a bit too dark and I wanted to try to keep the playlist a bit more lighthearted. Maybe I'll make a more general vocahorror playlist sometime to highlight all of these producers' work! Who knows

Something else I realized because of this playlist is my standard for creepy vocaloid music might be a bit different than other people's. I got many Maretu suggestions, and I love the guy and completely understand why some of his music was suggested (such as Coin Locker Baby), but it surprised me just how much I'd see him suggested in the notes of my post or in Spotify playlists, he's never really given me the creeps even with his darker lyrics. Not judging! Just an observation I had

You'll notice that I've been using vocaloid as a bit of an umbrella term, since there are a couple of songs that use UTAU and even Synth-V voicebanks^^

I think that's all I have to say for now, so I'll just list all the songs in the playlist and hurry to put the links in a reblog! Thank you so much to everyone who helped with the playlist, all of your suggestions were really appreciated, I would not have as good a playlist if it wasn't for you^^

The song list is mainly because I tried to link back to the original producers whenever possible, and also sometimes the songs were very hard to find, so a lot of the titles are in Japanese, so I figured having the songs and producers written out here would make it a bit easier for you to navigate the playlist^^ Anyway, songs:

Happy Halloween - Junky

SLASH/ER - Circus-P

Ghosts Play To The Audience - PinocchioP

Kikkai Kettai - Meddmia

Zen'yasai no akuma - mayuko

Furaan Furaan Zombie - nem

Fake-Cryer Pumpkin - CycleP

Zen'yasai no kuroneko - mayuko

Halloween Patisserie TrickaTorka - machigerita

Halloweenya - Chinozo

Dream-Eating Monochrome Baku - nem

Creepy Toast - CircusP

Pumpkin March - momocashew

Selfish Princess - fujiwo

Pumpkin Head Spooky Dance - machigerita

Dream Meltic Halloween - machigerita

Giga giga witch - Kurosawa Madoka

Trich, Trach, Trick Parade - sasasaP

Happy Hollow And The God Club - Nanou

Saa, Docchi? - HINATA Haruhana

Propaganda! - Crusher-P

What Gave It Away - R.I.P

Shadow Shadow - Azari

Splatter Party - Camellia

Who? - Azari

Pandemic - YuugouP

Twilight Homicide Song - Kiraboshi Hikaru

Greedy Halloween Candy Nights - machigerita

Gochisou - Xitoo

Spiral-Luvox - Tune Tonic/Switch

Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream - hachi

trick and treat - OSTER Project

Strange Masquerade Halloween - machigerita

Oxidation And Dream Monsters - Ghost

Oz no Kaitai Show - Ankoku DouwaP/Joruzin

Sadistic.Music Factory - cosMo@BouSou-P

Hourglass - HiiragiKirai

Dance With The Dead - Ghost

Alice of Human Sacrifice - Yugami-P

Candy Addict Full Course - machigerita

The Boy Who Went To Hell - SHUDDER

Crazy Clown - Intro-P

Ideal Picture - NanoritaP

Serial Contraption of Malice - Ghost

Twins - Babuchan

Not As It Seems - Creep-P

Amydgala's Rag Doll - Ghost

Hyouhon Shoujo - Kiyozumi

Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance - machigerita

Grotesque Love Song - shoutarouP

That Woman - shoutarouP

Musunde hiraite rasetsu to mukuro - hachi

Hide And Seek - Ho-ong-i

Tokeru Sakana - Yuzuri_Hal

Greetings From The Bottom Of The Well - machigerita

Color & Electricity - mushiP

Patchwork Toxin - machigerita

Bacterial Contamination - Kanimiso-P

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Um, hi. 👋🏻

First of all, let me start by saying that I hope you (yeah, you!) are having a fantastic Friday - or whatever day it is when you see this - and that your August (unholy guacamole, how is it August?!) gets off to a great start.

Okay. Secondly.

*big sigh*

I have been so incredibly out of the loop lately. I didn't mean for it to happen, but I kind of disappeared for most of June and all of July. Stress and life and life and stress, you know? I talked a little bit about accidently slipping into ghost mode in a previous post, and for a few weeks it sort of felt like I wasn't going to slip back out of it. I was struggling with writing, I was having trouble focusing enough to read, and I basically withdrew so far into myself that I stopped socializing. I turtled. I ghost turtled.

(adorable ghost turtle sticker available here)

I don't want to be a ghost turtle anymore, though.

It might be adorable, but it's kind of lonely under that shell and that sheet. So this is my attempt at jumping back into the loop. I'll be catching up on reading/reblogging, responding to comments and asks, and yes, I'll be trying my damn hardest to get some things finished and ready to post. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO:

Send me fic recs! I have a few in my TBR, but being out of the loop means I've definitely missed some gems.

Come talk to me about your WIPS! I wanna hear about what you're excited to be working on!

Ask about the stuff I've been slowly working on! It's been primarily Aphelion and a new (sort of) Ezra story that I'm calling The Grove for now, but I've been thinking a lot about Jack, Marcus & Joel, too.

Or just ask or tell me about anything! Your garden! Your pets! My garden! My pets! Your vacation! Anything at all!

I promise to answer any and all asks this weekend. I promise to write my butt off this weekend. I promise to read and reblog my thoughts this weekend. I promise to ditch the sheet this weekend. And I'd love and very much appreciate your help. <3

[kvnimago]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader (18+ oneshot)

— some things are (better) left unknown

word count: 4k+

⚠️: 18+, angry-fucking, GRAPHIC depictions and descriptions of smut, slut shaming, degrading, "good girl" shit, profanity, petnames kinda, they-think-they -hate-eachother-but-will-absolutely-submit, cant-really-think-of-anything-else-just-prepare-yourself-pls

(reblogs are highly appreciated! i'm a new acc)

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For what felt like hours, days, even. You felt eyes boring their presence upon you. Like a laserbeam going through your thick skull. And it was of no use trying to see who it was, because there'd only be one person to do that.

Your hands reach for the cold steel spoon, engraved on it was 'Task Force 141'. You felt your fingers brush over the letters as you picked it up and held it to your mouth, the hot soup going through your lips and into your stomach.

It'd been a long day, when the winter was out to kill, and when the warm fires were less orange than any other December when you lit it up.

Although, the light on your cigarette appeared much brighter than any chimney to you today. You couldn't tell, at this point, if you were actually full from the meal or the Cuban you held in between your index and middle finger.

You got up slowly from your chair, which was rocking back and forth whenever you sat down or got up. You could smell another familiar scent of smoke coming from the other seat beside you, though it wasn't something very significant as of this moment.

Captain Price approached you as you looked away from your seat, checking if there was any spots of food you left behind, "Hey, kid."

"Yes, Capt?"

Price pulled out a letter from his pocket, the material of his gun rustling against his belt from his pants. "Think you can grab these from the basement for me? I need it by tomorrow."

You reluctantly take the letter, it contained some vehicle tools, ammunition supply, uniform badges, you name it. Just regular stuff, not anything too difficult. But you were neither prepared, nor did you see it coming, when he said the next thing:

"I'll have Lt. Riley tag along. That alright with you, Simon?" He said, fully aware of the fact that Ghost couldn't ever say no. He was the Captain, after all. And it was.. apart of his job to follow his orders.

Price nods approvingly without even waiting for your answer, nor Ghost's, "Good. It's in the basement. The dark room without any lights, so just bring one." He looks at his watch, 8:27.

"You should be back at 5 in the morning, clear?" he emphasized, he was always one to take the job very seriously.

As he walked away, you felt that peering stare from earlier return. All you could do was feel the wrinkles on the paper, which smelled like conditioned air.

You didn't dare turn around, you stood there, hands behind your back. Like an idiot, honestly. That's what Ghost would say.

The sound of a metal seat's legs rubbing against the tiles entered your ears. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell bein' around him.

"Come." said Ghost, "Stop wasting your time." he added.

You shut your eyes tightly and reopened them for a quick second and turned around, met by his terrifying thousand-yard stare which was surprisingly all natural. You have a guess that it's because of the mask that you notice it ever so often.

"You're still mad at me."

Ghost placed his utensils on the tray which sat on the table, tilted. "And?" he asked you.

"You wouldn't want to go in the basements alone. You'd piss yourself." his mask moved as he spoke, and you could've sworn that you heard a light laugh coming from his nose. You were afraid that he wouldn't cooperate due to the fact that you both had a slight mishap the other day, but to your relief, he's.. seemingly alright about it.

He mannered for you to come along, so you did. You were following him, hands behind your back, you got a great view of how he wore his gear, how messy some other parts were, and how he kept some specific adjustments to his uniform. For example, he has to not button the first 2 buttons on his shirt. He just covers it up with his tactical vest, because his waist is smaller than his upper body.

You smile to yourself, though it only appeared internally. After all, you're still mad at him.

"Still pissed, Sergeant?" his bone-chilling tone entered the atmosphere. Why, it was cold and stern. Had no gentleness or anything of the sort behind it.

You paused and stopped in your tracks, followed by a small grunt that escaped your mouth as you spoke: "Don't know." your response was a bit.. blunt. Not mixed with anger, or a sense of 'I don't care'. You just simply uttered the two words.

He turned to you, also stopping in his way. You could feel lava in your ears boiling at it's own temperature when he was now heading your way, the distance was closed from a meter apart, now at a foot apart from eachother.

"That is fuckin' idiotic, woman." every word he said felt like a dull blade being pressed against your chest. Over and over.

You glared, irritated by the comment. Woman? "Thank you, Simon." you retorted, it took about a thousand horsepower to bring yourself not to sound so affected, the annoyance evident in your eyes as you brought yourself to look at him in the eyes again.

"Fuck did you just say?" he doesn't like being called by the first name. Not at all. Especially when it's you, your words are like scratching at plates to him. Even the thought alone of you makes his head hurt.

You smiled a little, fuck, I think I've really gotten into his skin. "I don't know, Simon. Would you please get out of the fucking way and go to the basement now?"

It'd be very strange if you hadn't spotted his fists clenching a bit. He had a.. short temper, that's for sure. But never have you seen him let it out, which was another factor that removed your fear around him. Well, besides the death stare.

He didn't look at you again. For the next 5 minutes you both spent together trying to walk across the base to get there.

The room was dim. Only about 4 lights which were scattered all over the basement, and it wasn't much, because the basement was fucking huge.

"A pistol for the Captain and ammunition supply. Find it." Ghost demanded. Like he was the one in charge.

You dug in your pockets, the sound of multiple things clanging against eachother, no luck.

"Did you bring a flashlight?" you questioned, you didn't have one on you.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, Sergeant." he stared at you, getting back up from what he was doing.

You backed up just a few inches off your foot, "Jesus. Fine. I can manage."

Ghost seemed satisfied with your reply, because you could see him turning around again through the dim lights.

You absolutely lied. It was impossible to see in the near-dark. Only the small shine of metal was a hint to what you were trying to find.

You went further into the dark, no signs of what you were trying to find, based on your sense of touch.

Boxes could be heard being carried and put on the small side-tables. To add, the ring of alloy was very apparent especially when there was nothing else that could be in your ears.

"You found anything?" you asked, trying to break the silence.

"No."

"Me neither."

You sighed, it should be around 8:50 now.

Ghost couldn't stare at you or penetrate at your soul with his glare, no, not through the dark. It removed an essence of control as he knew.

"I'm not mad, Lieutenant." You told him, desperately trying to fight the silence.

"Shut up and find the things we need."

A solid ten minutes passed before you found a pistol, contemplating on whether or not you should go back the minutes-long walk to your quarters to get a flashlight, because time was running slow.

Ghost heard the gun being cocked, moving over to your spot. "I haven't found anything."

"So? What does that make me?" you replied, his jaw clenched when he realized you were mocking his previous reply to you.

"An idiot. Because your arse forgot the light."

He came closer to you, although it sounded like he was far away. You couldn't ignore his comment, "You took your mask off, right? Now I really should've brought a flashlight, so I can see that ugly fuckin' face of yours."

You felt a cold shudder go through your spine when footsteps came louder.

"That would've been a hell of a sight to see, because I'd say I'm not ugly." he spoke in a deep, sultry voice.

"A good hell doesn't exist." you replied.

"Bullshit." he breathed out, jamming boxes on the floor again, "You can be mad for all I care, because I don't."

You could feel his black stained eyes once more, although not visible, it was all the more apparent when you heard his footsteps getting closer behind you.

"That's a shitty response, boo, Simon."

"You're shitty."

"Fuck you."

Veins popped on his forehead, his balaclava sweaty from the lack of ventilation inside the basement,

"Be mad at me all you want, yeah? Not my fault some dumbass fuck is on my squad."

Now was not the time to be discussing about your personal endeavours, it was a time to follow Price's orders, not to waste the precious hours.

Silence devoured the void that kept his distance from you. Simon never really liked you, favored you, or even talked to you that much, you think you really fucked up and outdid yourself the moment you messed around during a mission and let an enemy loose.

He always looked away from you.

Johnny would say he'd go silent whenever you were mentioned or whenever you were around, for some reason that even he didn't know.

And you thought that maybe, just maybe, this would've resolved your issues with eachother.

Wrong. He's still the fuckin' asshole he is, always shoving it in your face that you're incorrect, telling you how to do this and that. You'd stare deep into his dark and sullen eyes, when the nights were just right that he would be angry-fucking you right before or after a mission. Nonetheless, it didn't change his view about you.

Simon couldn't see anything, yet, he wanted to go over to your spot. You gasped when you felt a clothed hand on your butt, breaking the trance of thoughts you were in. You heard a small grunt with it, too.

You could barely see anything, but who else was there except for Ghost?

"Simon. Get your fucking hands off my ass." you commanded, grabbing his hand and pushing it away from you.

Ghost emitted a groan, surprised by the sudden movement.

"What hands?" his accent was thicker than the dark, a shudder entering your spine again when his breath hits your neck from afar. "That is not my hand, sweetheart."

The knots in your stomach tightened. He grunted again, and you felt the warmth of his breath tilt to the side, "Sergeant. Get your goddamn hands off my pants." he spoke slowly and firmly at every word.

"Don't need to fuckin' grab it like that—just ask nicely." he sighed at that last part, dark and threatening was his tone, though his eyes had seemed to tell a different story, which again, wasn't visible to your sight.

His words left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, your body warm from the burning tension. And also from the anger that flushed in the tips of your ears, you didn't know of a single bit where this was going, yet you let it happen.

You could feel the strong presence of a stiff vest on your back, your legs rubbed against his muscular thighs. The low ponytail on your head was coming loose,

"You know what?"

"Yes?" your response sounded more like a breathy noise than a word, the heat emerging from inside you. There was nothing to be denied, no matter how upset, disappointed, or irritated you were.. you'd always come back for him.

"You're a fucking slut, that is—Your anger towards me is no match for that filthy cunt of yours."

You whined, involuntarily, every breath he took shattered itself on your neck, "God. I fucking hate you."

"Really? Those hands and that pussy of yours say otherwise. Every fuckin' time."

A soft grunt escaped your lips, and this was only from his words.. How? It was indescribable, what you felt. The rim of your cargo pants were tugged by gloved hands, you sighed lightly,

"Turn around."

You followed his orders like a lost puppy in search for its owner, his sentences were like hymns to your ears, frankly, hypnotizing you and leaving all common sense behind.

Ghost lifted his skull mask and took it off, setting it aside on the makeshift table that had been sitting in the basement for a long time. He'd also taken his balaclava off, his cold lips exposed to the air, a huge part of you wanted to see whatever glorious sight was behind the dark.

Your soft fingers traced and tried to visualize what you were feeling. He had long eyelashes, a pointed nose, and a sharp jaw. It made you all the more eager, that's for sure.

A startled gasp left you as his forearms brushed against your hands, lifting you up and using his leg to support you like a seat, he had his chest pressed against you, your back pressed against the wall. You could feel his eyes on you, your mouth hung slightly open to support your heavy breathing.

You lowered your hand to be placed under his thigh, his expression wistful, hot breath trickling down your neck.

You can recognize his chest moving up and down slightly, breathing in and out, and it makes your inside tingle and your heart race. The smell of clean clothes and cologne filled the room.

Then there's more silence. Like a weird and unnerving silence, like the world had stopped spinning for the two of you.

"Simon?" you inhale the small essence of his cologne, the scent brushing and bouncing against your nostrils.

"What about me, Sergeant?" His voice is soft, almost a whisper, while he gently touches your chin with a finger. He tilts your head, turning you to face his eyes through the dimly lit room.

And then, finally, the silence is broken by the hungry breath that escapes his lips, he kisses you passionately, his grip on your hand tightens as he slowly but surely pulls you towards him. He wraps his arm around your waist as he holds you close to him, his cheek pressed against yours. His lips are rough, starving. Like this moment was supposed to happen, and it did. In the back of his mind.

The warmth of his hand seeps through the outer of his glove, before he pulls away from the kiss and bites on the corner of his glove so he can take it off.

His mind is fuzzy, "Do you even have panties on?"

"No, Lieutenant." you words dragged like a sigh.

You could hear him chuckling lowly, "I figured, since you're such a little slut."

Your mind was cloudy, it was agonizingly taking so long. You couldn't take it anymore, you tightened your grip on his pants, he groaned, muffling his moan with his hand that still had a glove on.

"Mmh— fuck. Can't take it anymore, Sergeant?"

You nodded instantly, his hand felt the rush of your nod as it was still on your chin.

"Words. I want words."

"Please, Simon. What do you want?" you hurried to reply, your mind in shambles.

"Me? What do I want?"

He teased you, the lump in your throat larger. The warmth in your belly forming a larger pool for you to endure.

"I don't fucking know—Just tell me!" you craved at the thought of him commanding you, asking you to do what he wanted, the thought of him whining and moaning as he asks you to go faster on him, pumping him dry 'til the walls are white.

Ghost huffed in pleasure, "Gotta finish what you started on me, no?"

He lets go of you, using only his thigh and leg to support you for the time being. He coaxed his chin up, unbuckling his belt. You tried to hold yourself up with your own arms, but the myriad of lust, pleasure and somewhat— anger and annoyance trailed along your brain.

It took all of his strength not to let his head fall back, he felt the cold air touch his shaft, he shivers, your other hand travelling by itself from his thigh to the head of his cock.

He absolutely dissolves in your touch—getting off to your soft hands instead of his big, calloused hands that assist him almost every other night that you pop up in his mind.

His hands slipped up your shirt, feeling your back. The sudden touch making you squirm and arch your back, pressing yourself even further against him.

"Mmpfh— wish I could—" he cuts himself off with a groan, "—wish I could fucking see that pretty fucking face right now."

You gasped, his hand even further up your clothing, causing you to grow your hand's pace on his cock, he moaned lowly, "You ever get off to the thought of my cock in your hands?" he was eager for a reply, probably, to validate his own thoughts about you,

Your breathy sentence responds to him, "Yes."

He chuckles, seemingly content with your answer, he can't stand the silence anymore, apart from the slow slopping of your hands that barely manage to wrap themselves over his thick cock. He crashes onto your lips again, your noses touching, he opens his mouth lightly, inviting your tongue to go down on him.

When you enter his mouth, it's full of a flavor indescribable to man, your hand pounced on him, touching his stomach with every stroke, his bleary eyes rolled back, parting away from the kiss to release a moan.

"You sure no one can hear us down here?" you asked in between the crazy shit you guys were already doing, audible from outside or not, there was no taking back what was happening in this moment. You were fully aware.

"Never said so," he huffed, "fuck, fuck—go faster—mmh—"

The pleasure he was feeling was indescribable, though you could say it was a bit selfish of him to cum first, you'd think he deserved it, and—not to lie, you were getting off of this, too.

He let out a low groan as your pace quickened, beads of sweat smudging on his black stained eyes, he thrusted himself in and out of the "O" shape your hands had formed, though his cock was too thick that the "O" would form into a "C" every time he went through it. He shuddered, feeling his climax getting nearer and nearer,

"Fuck—I'm so fucking close—don't you dare stop—" he let out a breathy and low pitched moan every time, each pound of your hands on him getting wetter and wetter.

You grinned like the cheshire cat, your eyes low and heavy as you wait for him to reach his high, your balance on his thigh getting weaker as he shudders, his hands placed roughly on the sides of your hips, rocking you back and forth to force your hands further down his length.

You moved faster and faster, moving frantically at him, he lowered his head and mumbled into your hair, "Fuck, mmph—Jesus..—I'm gonna fucking cum." every word he pressed onto your head vibrated throughout your skull, his low and growly voice rang through your ears, his moans were melodious to you.

Your breathing was heavy, as he rode out the last of his climax on you, his thighs squeezed against your leg, shaking as he releases all the pent up anger he previously had on you.

He sighed loudly, drops of milky white fluid dripping over his cock, he picked it up from the slit of his dick, an airy whine leaving his lips.

The cloud in his mind was getting clearer bit by bit, although, the pleasure would never escape his mind, not ever.

He entered his coated fingers into your mouth, laced with his own cum, the saltiness lingered in your mouth, before he rammed his digits farther down your throat, causing you to whine and gag, he stabilized his breath for a minute or more.. but you couldn't tell how long it took, your mind was in a haze.

"Fuck, your turn." he cooed as his fingers slid out of your mouth, making you gasp for air in delight. He swiftly unbuttons your pants, sliding them down in a fast motion and throwing them to the ground, "You can worry about finding your clothes later."

He started by lifting your thigh up, gripping it like there was no tomorrow, "Leg. On my shoulder. Now." he commanded, sliding your panties off your legs as you willingly let his cock get a better view of your now unclothed cunt.

"I can't fucking—oh God!—" your sentence was cut abruptly by the thick and wet head of his cock entering the gateway of your soaked pussy, it wasn't fully in, yet you were beginning to go crazy. He moaned, the back of his hand pressed against his mouth, muffling the loud noise to prevent it from bouncing against the basement walls, "You fucking—" his moan reached his mouth faster than his words, "Shit—your pussy is so fucking tight!" he cursed.

Your lower body was completely naked, your head tilted enough just for you to be able to breathe properly, a sharp sensation enters you as he goes further down in your pussy, his huge size making it difficult for him to enter fully, "Sorry, sweetheart." he apologized, a grin evident in his tone.

You can feel his hands travel from your waist to your ass, cupping them for support so you don't fall and make him slip out of you.

Nothing could've prepared you for the moment he slips fully into you, causing to to babble and cry words that were pure gibberish, the sounds of him pounding against you harmonizing with your moans, "Oh my—fuck!—" every thrust he lets out on you sends a jolt of electricity up to your spine, you bring your hand to grab a fistful of his hair, making him push against you even more.

"Feels better than your hands." he breathily shakes, he goes in and out of you, grinding against you as you continue to lose yourself, your pussy sucked and groped his cock in.

You swallowed hard as your ass was clenched by his rough hands, low grunts escaping his mouth as you let out sweet little cries of pleasure, "Fuck!—Simon—That's it—Mmmfh!—" your tender voice was like a song composed and played out just for him. His ego growing bigger and bigger with every moan that escapes your lips.

You heave, struggling to breath. His movements grew frantic and impatient, your walls contracting on him, he enjoyed every single bit.

"Greedy fucking pussy." he commented, savoring every moment you were inside and outside of him, your sensitive cluster of nerves waiting for their release any time soon, he leaned further on you, forcing his breath to trail along your neck. You cried, nothing on your mind but pleasure.

Your blood roared in your ears, buzzing with every second you were thrusted on, both you and Ghost drowning in pleasure. You bit back a moan, trying not to erupt the whole world, the center of pleasure circulating all around you.

Your moans start getting louder as Simon starts to quicken up his pace, recognizing your incoming orgasm bundling up around the sensation of ravaging pleasure in him.

Your mind went into a cloud, accompanied by the sloppy noises that came along, you felt your whole soul go into an extraterrestrial world—another dimension, you cried and mumbled his name all over, soaking you all over him.

He pounded into you one last time, before you came within him, your fluids melting in themselves, he let out a breathy and hitched moan and pulled his cock out of you, pumping the last bits of his semen out of the head of his dick and slurring his words, taking his time to put a finger around your cunt and swirling it around gently, taking it up to his mouth and sucking on his own fingers, tasting all off your precious juices and humming to himself, "Pretty girl.. best thing I've ever fucking had."

Simon felt content with what happened between the two of you that night in the basement, and although he never dared speaking about it again.. But he wishes it would happen just one more time. Maybe, even two.

[multi-fandomlovers-world]

141+ Colonel Konig With An S/O That Works IT In Marine Corps

TW: Fluff, Sfw

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Requested By: Anon

N/A: I had no idea how to write this but I really tried my best. I hope it doesn't suck lol

Reblogs And Comments Are Highly Appreciated!! :)

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Ghost knew from your file and when you told him, he wasn't surprised but could see how dedicated you were to your job

He'll just listen to you on what you do

Lowkey, he loves listening to your voice. It's comforting to him

You had an opportunity to show him what you do and he thought he was pretty cool what you do

"You're amazing at this, love"

He'll say as he thinks about going to Price to have you join the team. He believes you'll be great to the team (also because he wants you there and wants to see you 🤭

He might end up just staring at you the whole time

He won't ever ask questions. He just listens to you the whole time, with small "mhm" or "mm" so that you know he's listening (he's honestly more focused on you)

John "Soap" Mactavish:

John didn't know until you told him about your job. He thought it was actually pretty cool what you do

He'll end up asking questions and you tell him without him getting confused

He admires how much you love your job and how well you do

Like Ghost, he also thought about bringing you onto the team. He thought you'd make a great asset to the team (also because he wants to spend time with you)

John ends up getting lost while staring at you (to him, you are gorgeous)

While you're explaining something to him, he cuts you off by kissing you softly. Making you smile into the kiss

"I'm very impressed, Bonnie. You truly are amazing"

Most of the time, he's listening to you but Lowkey, getting distracted looking at you the whole time

John "Captain" Price:

He already knew from reading through your file. He was impressed by your work and how well you managed to get things done quickly

You explained to him a bit more on how everything is handled and how much I

He listens to you the whole time while walking with you

He ended up calling Laswell, telling her that he wanted you on the team because your stats were good and he couldn't pass it up (also he loves you so he wants you around more often)

"You are wonderful at this stuff, love. You don't suppose I could have a talk with your captain or Colonel?"

He does and you end up joining his task force

He kisses you softly and is glad you are on his side

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Gaz knew already (He overheard Price talking about you in his office), he thought it was cool and interesting

He came and asked you questions, like what you do, how things operate, etc

He invested and listened carefully as you explained everything that you do

After explaining, he comes up and kisses you softly as you hold the sides of his cheeks

"You truly are something, aren't you? Thank you for showing me and telling me"

He thinks you'd be great on the team but he understands if you want to stay where you are working.

(let's be honest, he just wants you on base so he has someone to spend time with and love on)

"Colonel" Konig:

Like Price, he already knew your stats and read your file. He thought you'd make an excellent recruit to the team

When he met you, he was a bit stunned but he thought you were so beautiful

He's impressed by your work but he stutters over his words trying to talk to you (he gets nervous but it's ok we understand)

"Maus, I'd take you on my squad any day"

As you were explaining things, he ends up being more distracted by looking at you

He wanted you on his squad so he can spend time with you (also crushing on you hardcore)

He kissed your hand before leaving your work. He's already made up his mind that he wants you by his side and on his team.

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Chapter 1 (B.B)

Warning(s); brief mention of death,Bucky ghosted reader,ENDGAME SPOILERS,TFATWS SPOILERS,mentions of bucky’s nightmares,sewing,coffee drinking.

Pairing(s); Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky finally meet again, let’s just say old habits die hard.

A/n; first chapter to my series!! Longest thing I’ve written in awhile I’m so excited to share this with you!! Lmk if I missed any warnings!

Reblogs and cmts are appreciated!!

After haven taken care of the Karli Situation Bucky and Sam both decided to just lay low for a while. Lucky for them Sarah said she knew a girl they could stay with until they wanted to leave.

Buck was packing up the few things he brought with him when Sarah called from the kitchen "Hey! My friends here" they walked into the kitchen.

There in all her 'glory' stood you. "Hey, Buck" she said and I realized she knew I was here. He replied with just your name. "right...so I'll put our stuff in the car." Sam said carrying bags past you both.

"You're fucking kidding me" Bucky huffed and Sarah looked between you two. "This..is a thing?" She asked "yes" "no" you both spoke at the same time. "Not anymore" buck corrected her and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you coming?" You asked walking out the door.

You were in the driver seat and sam was in the passenger so buck just slid into the back and you all left. Not much was said mainly just music cutting through the silence.

You pulled up to a gated house stopping to type in a code. You were never one to really spend money, how the hell did you get a fucking mansion?

“this is awesome" Sam said watching as the gravel road lead up to a 2 story house. It was made of white paneling and I recognized it immediately. "You still live with your parents?" Bucky said laughing a bit.

"No, I live by myself since they died" you said rather coldly and bucky stopped his laughter. You adored her parents it must've been hard for you going through their death alone. Most of the avengers quit speaking to you after the blip.

You were shocked finding out they defeated thanos, no one really thought of you for help. You seem to be holding yourself fine though.

You parked climbing out of the car you unlocked the front door and they carried their few bags inside. "Bedrooms are down the hall,bathrooms to your left right before the stairs." You were speaking more to Sam.

You were up late that night trying to fix a tear in one of your dresses. You had Gone downstairs to get another cup of coffee when you could hear Bucky groaning in pain. You -quietly- walked down the hall his door was open. You walked inside seeing him drenched in sweat, he had taken the bed sheets off the bed and was sleeping in the floor.

"Buck?" You called but it didn't wake him, you knelt down next to him pushing your hand against his chest. "Buck!" I called a little louder. He wasn’t waking up, you shook him a bit "Bucky!" He finally jumped awake panting as he sat up his hand gripped your wrist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked looking over at you as he was catching his breath "you sounded like you were in pain...I was just making sure you were alright." He shoved your hand. "I'm fine." He said coldly.

You sighed and stood up walking out of his room. The fucks wrong with him,why's he acting like that. You sighed and went back upstairs with your coffee fixing my dress.

It had probably been 40 or so minutes when there was a knock on your door,you had already gotten in bed. You slid out of my bed and opened the door. "What Buck?" You asked and he rubbed the back of his neck looking at you. "Bucky it's almost 2 am what do you need?" You asked and he finally let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry for how I talked to you." He said refusing to look at you "is that all?" You asked. He shook his head and you waited for him to continue "Bucky I'm going to bed" you said and left the door open walking back to bed.

You climbed back into the warmth of you white comforter pulling it up to your shoulders. You heard Bucky shift and then your door close. Soon after you felt your bed sink and blinked your eyes open to see him sitting on the bed.

You pulled the comforter back and opened your arms for him. He slid inside the blankets and into your arms, his back was to you so you spooned him.

He still smelled like the most comforting scent you’ve ever smelled. You didn't pull him closer just let your hands rest where they were.

Before long you could hear Bucky's snores and smiled to yourself. After the blip you moved back in with your parents,without Bucky you felt like you had no reason to fight anymore. Five years later you got a call from Steve saying Bucky was back and they had saved the world. He also told you Tony and Nat had both died which crushed you.

You tried to reach out to Bucky multiple times but was ignored. You met Sarah through her sons school,you were painting a mural there a few months ago. You became fast friends but you didn't even know Sam and her knew each other.

Until she called asking if they could stay with you. You said yes because rather selfishly you knew Bucky couldn't ignore you anymore if he was living with you.

After you knew for sure he was asleep you shifted closer to him pressing your head against his back breathing in his warm scent. It always put you right to sleep,it still did.