#cbs ghost whisperer

[moonlight-fan2008]

My favorite early-mid 2000’s shows that were short lived or cancelled (in no particular order)

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

6 minutes of rick payne being the funniest ghost whisperer character ever. god what a man 🫶

[flooreo]

If I had a nickel for every time cbs produced a show about a woman who can speak to ghosts and had to help them cross over and went through a writers strike, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

( thanks, hulu recommended )

[myreyisbae]

I'm kind of surprised no one has written a Ghost Whisperer/Moonlight crossover fanfiction (if they have it isn't on FF .net or Ao3 🤷‍♀️

Yes ML only had 1 season but it aired right after GW in 2007-2008 on CBS so....

[vintagewarhol]

[tvshowpilot]

Get ready for a thrilling journey into the unknown with these best TV shows about ghosts and those with the unique ability to see them.

[okimargarvez]

How CBS uses same actors in different roles-

-Dane Daniels is a financial general manager that is suspected for the kidnapping of one of his workers wife, and appears in the episode Dead Air (4x21) on CSI : Miami.

-Josh Bedford is the rector of Rockland University, near to Granview. He appears in some episodes of S5 on Ghost Whisperer. He works for the Shadows, evil non human dark forms, to save his mother; then the Shadows kill him, because he isn’t able to recover The Book of Changes.

-Father Davison is a priest, friend of David Rossi, who appears in the episode Demonology (4x17) on Criminal Minds.

-Avery Tindsdale is a wealty father of a kidnapped woman, with a not so clear past, who appears in the episode Father of the Bride (20x11) on CSI : Crime Scene Investigation.

So, poor Bruce Davidson, his characters are almost always (except when he played the priest) contaminated by dark shades.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Forbidden Fruit.

That’s the thing about Declan - he always gets what he wants. It might be wrong… but it feels so right.

declan o’hara x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. use of the c word. age gap. cheating. declan’s filthy mouth needs its own warning.

word count - 2.3k

authors note - that man is a munch and I cannot be convinced otherwise. my crush on aidan turner has returned tenfold and i’m about to make it everyone’s problem. read declan’s dialogue in that gorgeous irish accent of his for the full experience.

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You’ve fake laughed so much this afternoon that you can’t remember what your real one sounds like.

Finally breaking away from a conversation with Freddie’s wife, you swan across the garden in your sundress towards the food and drink table. You absentmindedly pick at the strawberries, hoping and praying that no one bothers you for a moment. All you need is a minute to yourself, away from all of these faux smiles and boastful exchanges.

Reaching towards a raspberry, you feel fingertips ghosting across your back quickly.

“Y’alright?”

You’d recognise that voice anywhere, of course, and not just because he’s the only Irish man in The Cotswolds.

“Bored out of my mind, actually.”

“You’d never know.”

“I’m a good actress, these days. I’ve done one too many of these stupid garden parties.”

He chuckles all genuine and honeyed, and you’d be lying if you said the sound didn’t settle warmly in your bones.

“Whatcha doing tonight?”

He’s keeping his voice low, inconspicuous. You’ve both turned so you’re looking out over the garden, backs to the table, watching the crowds of people and their gossiping. To anyone else, it looks like an innocent conversation between two acquaintances. They can’t see his hand playing with the hem of your dress behind you, or the way his fingers keep brushing the backs of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

“My boyfriend is coming over. You know that.”

“What time?”

You roll your eyes but answer anyway.

“Nine.”

“So what I’m hearing… is that you’re available from whenever this crap finishes until then?”

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“You usually love my stupid ideas.”

“Well maybe I’m trying to be smarter.”

He laughs with his full chest while you fight to keep the grin off your face, shaking your head.

“You’re already the smartest person here. Any smarter and we’re all doomed.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Declan.”

He pauses for a moment, pressing his side into yours and running his thumb across the soft skin of your thigh underneath your dress.

“I think we both know that’s not true, sweetheart.”

Your breath stutters as you will yourself to get it together, desperate to not repeatedly give in to his murmured promises and flirty remarks. It’s wrong. You know it is, both of you do, and yet…

“I want you gone by eight at the latest. I don’t need the two of you bumping into each other on my front step.”

He smirks like the cat that got the cream, looking down at you with lust drunk eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Promise to make it worth your while, yeah?”

“You always do,” you breathe out, so quietly that you’re surprised he hears.

He’s about to reply when you’re both startled by Rupert, striding over with the confidence of ten men and a bottle of champagne in his hand.

“Have they run out of glasses, CB?”

He slings an arm around your shoulder, laughing that rich man’s laugh right into your ear.

“Live a little, darling. Walk with me, will you? I have a story that might be worth your time, and I thought I’d bring it to my favourite journalist before anyone else.”

Rupert all but drags you across the garden, already chattering on about a scandal in the local constituency of the Conservative Party. You cast your eyes back to where Declan hasn’t moved, his gaze roving over your figure as you walk away.

He winks cheekily, dirty smirk slapped across his face.

You hate the way it sends electricity running through your veins in anticipation.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It’s six forty five when there’s a knock on your door.

The devil himself is standing on your front step, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Hi darlin’.”

His accent is like molten honey, golden and warm and laced with sweetness. There’s mischief running through it though - as there always is.

“Come on,” you urge, grabbing his tie and pulling him inside, worried that one of your neighbours will see.

He laughs as he shuts the door behind him, unphased by your urgency.

“Thought you had a meeting. CB was telling me all about it earlier.”

“Rupert would tell you anything,” he chuckles. “He’s got a soft spot for pretty girls.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” you giggle, undoing his tie from around his neck and hanging it on your coat rack.

“No. I have a soft spot for one pretty girl.”

“Sweet talker,” you tease as you roll your eyes, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. “How about you put your money where your mouth is, hmm? We don’t have all night.”

He clicks his tongue, hands finding your hips to pull you against him.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush yours. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Less talking,” you scold, grabbing at his biceps to kiss him desperately.

Declan pushes you up against the wall, hips pressing into yours as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and whiskey and those mints he keeps in a tin in his back pocket. He scatters open mouthed kisses across your neck, licking across your skin and sucking the spot underneath your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he mumbles. “Ever since I saw you in this dress.”

“You like it?” you breathe, head rolling to the side to give him more access.

“I fucking love it.”

“Good. Bought it for you.”

He groans, grinding his hips into yours.

“You’re a minx,” he pants, biting at your shoulder. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

With that, Declan wraps his arms around your middle, practically dragging you into the living room to throw you onto the sofa. He pulls your dress over your head, throwing it onto the floor with reckless abandon.

He instantly gets on his knees in front of you, spreading your legs with rough hands.

“Been waitin’ for this cunt all fuckin’ day.”

Your underwear is tugged down and discarded before you can blink, leaving you naked and high on the anticipation of it all. Your lungs are heaving, hands shaking as you will him to do something.

Declan sits back on his haunches, making a show of rolling up his sleeves. He looks so broad and commanding in his blue jeans with his shirt undone. He might be the one on his knees, but he’s definitely still in charge here.

You tangle your fingers into his dark hair and tug, pulling him closer.

“Please, Dec.”

“You sound so beautiful when ya beg.”

He grips your thighs tightly, ensuring they stay apart, as he leans in and presses kisses to any skin he can find.

“Don’t tease.”

“Or what, hmm? What are ya gonna do, sweetheart?”

“Stop it,” you chastise, head dropping back onto the cushions. “Please, baby.”

He chuckles before diving forwards, licking a stripe through your core. He wastes no time, tongue flicking over your clit like he’s done so many times before.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, fingers gripping his hair tightly. “Fuck, Declan.”

You’re convinced he enjoys this just as much as you do. He’ll eat you out for hours, never once expecting something in return - happy to feel you fall apart on his tongue again and again and again.

He knows exactly which spots will have you arching your back, how much pressure to use to have you writhing on the sofa cushions, where to put his hands to push you right over the edge. He can play you like a fiddle, observant and experienced.

His nose nudges your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, messy and wet and completely committed. The grip he has on your thighs is getting tighter and tighter, fingertips bruising your skin. You pray you’ll be able to see the marks when you look in the mirror tomorrow.

You’re teetering on the edge of your release, legs shaking and abdomen tightening. Declan can read you like a book, knowing exactly where you’re at - and taking advantage of it.

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away and sits back, grinning like a deviant.

“No,” you’re panting. “The fuck are you doing?”

He laughs, leaning down to rest his head on your leg. He looks up at you with a gaze that’s half lust and half mischief, biting at his lip as he watches your chest heave.

“What do you want, darlin’?”

You pout at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Come on, let me hear you say it. I want you to beg me to make you come. Tell me how you’ve been waiting for it all day, sweetheart.”

“I-Declan, I just-”

“Come on smart girl, use that big brain of yours. Why don’t you tell me all about how you think about me when you touch yourself? No - why don’t you tell me how you think about me while he fucks you?”

Your hips buck up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. Declan laughs cruelly, wrapping his arms around your thighs again to pull you to the edge of the sofa, the strength he exerts only turning you on more.

“It’s okay,” he soothes against your core. “You don’t have to tell me. Your dripping wet cunt tells me everything I need to know, darlin.”

All you can do is moan, breathing like you’ve run a marathon. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can feel is Declan O’Hara.

“If we had the time, I’d edge you some more. Eat you out until you cried. You always look so pretty when you’re crying f’me.”

He finally takes pity on you, curling his tongue inside you as his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit. He’s practically making out with your core, saliva dripping down your thighs and onto the sofa. You can’t bring yourself to care about the mess, more focused on the older man’s mouth and the skills it possesses.

You’re whining, fingernails digging into his scalp as you grasp for something to hold onto. He’s groaning too, having just as much as fun as you are.

“Come for me, pretty girl. Show me how fucking beautiful you look.”

Your back bows off the sofa as you grind against his face, riding out your climax. Your thighs tighten around his head, desperate for him to keep going for as long as possible.

“That’s it. Atta girl. There we go.”

You’re trying to catch your breath as Declan stands up, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his side. His fingers draw patterns on your hips, absentmindedly calming you down as you nestle into him, seeking out his body heat.

You lean up and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth eagerly. He tastes like you, and the realisation makes you whinge.

“Let me return the favour, please,” you whisper against his lips.

“As much as I’d love that, darlin’… we can’t.”

You quirk a brow at him in confusion, his rejection more than unusual.

“It’s twenty past eight.”

“Oh, shit,” you groan, finding your underwear and pulling them up your legs.

“I wish I could stay,” he reassures as he kisses you again sweetly. “You know I do.”

You nod, running your fingers through his sweat soaked locks to move them out of his face.

“Promise I’ll repay you next time.”

“I’ll hold ya to that.”

The phone ringing startles you both, your heart jumping in your chest. You pick it up quickly, wrapping the cord around your finger.

“Hello? How are you? Ah, good. Yes, fine. Alright, I’ll see you then. Yes, see you soon. Mhmm… I can’t wait either.”

You put it down just as quickly as you picked it up, finding your dress from the floor and pulling it over your head.

“That was Patrick. He’s at the train station, about to start the drive back here. He won’t be long.”

“I best get going then,” Declan says as he buttons up his shirt. “Don’t need a family reunion in your living room now, do we?”

You shake your head, scoffing at his attempt at a joke. Walking him to the front door, you press his tie from the coat rack into his hand so he doesn’t forget it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I? You’re coming for lunch at the house?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you say as you lean up to kiss him, sighing at the taste of his lips. “I’ll wear that lacy white lingerie under my dress just for you.”

“Great,” he groans. “Now I have to think about my son seeing that on you when it should be me.”

“You might,” you tease, smoothing out his shirt. “There’s a lot of rooms in that house, Declan.”

“You’re a minx.”

He kisses you once more, big hands cradling your face as he pulls you in.

“See ya tomorrow, sweetheart.”

“Yes, you will.”

You watch him go from your front step, making sure no one sees him leave. As soon as he’s out of sight, you’re shutting the door, trying to tidy the living room frantically. You open the windows, lighting a candle and picking up everything that was knocked to the floor in the lust filled frenzy. You’re covering your tracks as best you can, just like you’ve done countless times before.

You don’t need Patrick asking why the room smells like his dad’s aftershave.

You don’t need Patrick asking questions at all.

a little gift for you, as promised…

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[comradesummers]

My ideal version of the pilot episode is as follows:

Melinda Gordon is a weird recluse who lives in the haunted house outside of town. Everyone is freaked out by her because she's creepy and exudes bad vibes. In reality she's just deeply socially awkward and maladjusted from a lifetime of being able to see ghosts. She is tormented by her visions of them but has long since stopped trying to help them cross over as that process involves telling living people about her powers, which inevitably results in her being rejected by everyone around her.

Andrea Marino is grieving her brother. He died six months ago but she still feels as if he's there with her and she can't let him go. She's tried therapy, she's tried new age healing, nothing works. Someone in town suggests she visit the weird witchy lady in the haunted house, and although she's skeptical, Andrea is willing to do anything to lighten her grief, so she figures what the hell. She shows up at Melinda's house asking for help. Melinda is reluctant at first, but once Andrea realizes that Melinda can see her brother, that she's talking to him, she insists. Melinda agrees to help because she's so shocked and grateful that anyone believes her at all. Also Andrea is being nice and friendly to her and not treating her like a freak, which is a new experience for her. In their quest to help the brother cross over, Melinda and Andrea meet Jim Clancy, the kind, good-looking paramedic that tried and failed to save his life. Melinda is immediately smitten with him, but is incapable of talking to people because she's a little freak (affectionate).

By the end of the episode, Melinda helps Andrea's brother cross over, and it's a nice feeling to actually do some good. Andrea is very moved by what Melinda did for her and her brother, and so convinces Melinda to keep doing it, as she knows how meaningful it can be. Jim and Melinda meet again and Jim is obviously flirting with her, despite Melinda's utter incompetence at having a normal conversation. But Jim is charmed by this because he likes her weird off-putting vibes.

The end.

I'm watching Ghost Whisperer for the first time for reasons (in love with Maddie Buckley syndrome) and overall it's fun and inoffensive, but I find some of the basic characterization choices to be utterly baffling. Like why would you write a character who has been haunted by ghosts since she was a little girl, who was constantly made to feel like an outsider and a freak for seeing things other people can't, as just like a nice, happy, well-adjusted lady? Melinda should be a fucking freak. She should have no idea how to talk people or interact with the outside world. She should be more of the dead than of the living. And over the course of the show, as she helps people accept death, through the friendships and relationships she forges, she comes back to life. This is the obvious character arc to write and would've made for far more compelling TV.

[cycat-carisi]

Take From Me My Lace

Pairing: Hetty x Trevor

Summary: Trevor learns about Hetty's most well-kept secret. (Takes place sometime before "Holes Are Bad".)

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for CBS Ghosts 3x08 "Holes Are Bad", some pg content, (implied) suicide.

Words: 1026

A/N: Heyyo! I'm new around here *waves frantically* I've been watching the show casually for 2 seasons. A rerun of the episode where Pete meets his grandkid SOLD me hard, and then the whole Tretty/H-Money affair started up, and I was a total goner, lol.

After watching "Holes Are Bad" I'm on the side that's convinced that Trevor knew. The look on his face, I think, is more sympathetic as if he's sad on her behalf that she had to reveal her secret, and not even on her own time. And when the other ghosts talk to Trevor afterwards, it feels like he's covering up what he knew.

So yeah, long story short, all of that inspired this little fic thing. I have not read any other fics in this fandom yet, but needed to get this out in the world to help kick off my full-blown obsession 😁🫶🏼

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

The pulse point just beneath her jawline.

He would never admit it out loud, but that was Trevor's favourite place to kiss Hetty. He loved that spot because his tender touch would send her eyes fluttering shut amidst hushed moans.

At first Hetty was apprehensive when Trevor's lips would trail close to the intricate neckline of her dress. Yet, as their relationship progressed, Hetty allowed Trevor to explore more and more of the places she had never let anyone else reach.

Still, most nights she would redirect Trevor's affections when his lips strayed even a little too far down towards the lacy seam. Trevor initially wrote off the abrupt change simply as Hetty's insatiable passion taking over, until one night he finally learned the truth.

"Mmm, Trevor," Hetty sighs, her voice heavy with sleep. Limbs tangled with hers, Trevor continues his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her soft murmurs echoing under his lips. "Ready for round two, are we?" quips the Victorian woman as she rouses from her slumber.

"Just lemme make you feel good instead," Trevor insists as he finds the spot beneath Hetty's ear that makes her keen.

She instantly gives in when his hand trails up the front of her corset, arriving to cradle her face. His thumb rubs delicately along the apple of her cheek while Trevor leans overtop his lover to place a languid kiss to her plush lips.

Hetty arches into the kiss, groaning when Trevor begins to trail his lips down to her pulse point. One of her hands grips his shoulder while the other seeks purchase in his styled hair. "Don't stop," she whispers when Trevor suckles lightly on the tender flesh beneath her jawline. And who is he to say no?

Trevor moves his lips inch by tantalizing inch along her neck, pausing to nip and lave his tongue over her ivory skin. He works further down towards the delicate lacework, and this time, without realization, Hetty tilts her head back to grant her lover greater access.

With her fiery red tresses pressed into the pillow, Trevor takes advantage, soothing her features with his thumb and slowly navigating his fingertips underneath the lace.

He feels it at the same time that she does.

Hetty's bright eyes fly open. She recoils, panic surging through her as she scoots herself up towards the headboard.

Trevor pulls back, startled; concern is written all over his face. "Hetty," he speaks gently. "What was that?"

The Victorian woman's vision turns glassy. She has kept her secret for so long, and now she has slipped up. She could lie. She could run. She could get angry at her pantless, horny lover. But she knows that none of those options would be fair. She is just as responsible for their affair as he is, and she concedes that this moment was ultimately inevitable.

Hetty swallows hard; fear and something akin to defeat are etched deep into her features.

Trevor leans in cautiously, his hand coming to rest reassuringly upon her clothed thigh. He sits patiently, waiting for her to be ready to speak.

"Ohh hoo," she exhales shakily, shifting to sit up further. His dark eyes never leave hers as she does. Except instead of speaking, Hetty simply reaches upwards, and her nimble fingers work to roll down the lacy fabric.

Trevor's brows pinch, and his heart sinks when the bruises and golden cord come into view.

Hetty scrunches her eyes closed, bracing herself for judgement–for Trevor to draw back in disgust. Instead, a soft voice engulfs her. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."

What Hetty sees when she opens her eyes is a handsome face laden with tenderness. There is no aversion, only warmth. And so, Hetty Woodstone, for the first time in the 120 years since her death, confesses the truth surrounding that fateful day.

Trevor listens attentively as the headstrong woman he is familiar with suddenly becomes so vulnerable, revealing her shame and deepest regrets. And as he takes in her words, Trevor feels privileged that Hetty–his Hetty–trusts him enough to bear her soul to him in this way.

Trevor allows her to speak until she has said all that she needs to. And somehow, Hetty finds her hands in his–an anchor to keep her from drifting away.

"Thank you, Trevor," she concludes, voice low and crestfallen. "Thank you for listening."

"You don't have to thank me, Hetty," Trevor soothes. "I just wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve been here for you."

Hetty gazes deeply into Trevor's eyes. Details leading up to his own death had been a secretive topic for the man who hides his compassion beneath a frat-boy persona. Hetty came to understand that part of him, and now Trevor is privy to a similar part of her. "You are here now, and that is more than I could ask for," she replies with a small smile.

Trevor nods, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Just… please don't let on you know." Hetty whispers, her eyes brimming with the desperation of her plea.

Trevor gives her hands a gentle squeeze. "Your secret is safe with me."

The pair's gazes fix as they drink one another in. The moment is raw, unveiling, and somehow deeply intimate.

Hetty's eyes fall to Trevor's lips. She begins to tilt her body toward his when Trevor decides to break the silence. He wants to hold her, wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and to kiss away the pain she has locked deep inside herself. Instead, he murmurs, "Does it still hurt?"

Hetty feels Trevor’s breath tickle her lips. She pauses for a moment before answering solemnly. "A dull ache that never truly leaves."

Hetty nods, and Trevor slowly closes the distance between them. His nose grazes against her jawline before warm lips softly meet the bruises encircling her neck. Trevor's movements are gentle; there is no lust, only affection, and something that borders on the line of love.

Trevor draws nearer. "May I?" He asks, eyelashes flickering as he drags his gaze between her collar and the ocean swirls of her irises.

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[spnbabe67]

Call Me Baby Doll

Kinktober Day 24: Cowboy Hat Rule (T.O.)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Brief mention of fingering

Summary: What better way for Loretta to say fuck off to the men ogling her at the bar.

Word Count: 1827

Authors Note: Title based on the song BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul

Depending on who you are as a person the phrase “Cowboy Hat Rule”, could mean one of two things. If you are the first type of person, then you think of the rule stating straw hats are worn in the Spring and Summer, casual hang outs, and for work, and felt hats are worn during the Fall and Winter, for formal events and funerals. If you are the other type of person, however, your mind immediately goes to the not so wholesome rule. Loretta was familiar with both, the colloquialism was practically ubiquitous amongst city and country folk alike. But more importantly, she knew Tyler was familiar with it too. 

Loretta, Tyler, and the rest of their party had wandered into a little dive in this little one stoplight town. They’d been chasing a cell heading East from Kansas City, but they’d driven as long as their bodies could handle. Tyler had called it out over the CB to the rest of the team, asking if the rest of them were as ready to reset and regroup as he and Loretta were. By the time they rolled down the main drag, the little town was already crawling with others passing through, fellow storm chasers if their jeans, windbreakers, and tired faces had any indication. The one small motel was already absent of any vacancies, but it wouldn’t be the first time that they set up camp in the parking lot. Unfortunately, there were no open spaces for all their vehicles to park together, Tyler and parking their trucks away from the others before they all moved onto the bar.

The small dive was crowded, the hum of voices louder than the classic country music playing from the jukebox in the corner. Loretta thought they had decent food, though she thought her friends had other feelings on the burgers and wraps judging by the expressions on their faces. But the beer was cold going down, the chilled bottle biting against her hand as Tyler her tucked against his side. They’d been able to snag a high top from a group leaving not long after they arrived, forgoing the stools in favor of standing; after driving for the better part of the day, they all needed to stretch their legs a little bit

Loretta leaned into Tyler, his arm snaked around her waist to keep her close amongst the tightly packed area. She took another swallow of her beer just as Tyler dipped his head down to whisper in her ear.

“Seeing you in that dress drives me crazy, you know.” Loretta shivered as his lips ghosted the shell of her ear.

She grinned around the mouth of the bottle, finishing her drink off before responding. “It should. You got it for me.”

Loretta had spied the sundress in the window of this little boho store a couple weeks back. Tyler had gone back later to buy it before they moved on, saying the dusty rose complimented the golden of her skin. The flowy skirts kept her nice and cool against the summer heat and the stifling atmosphere of the bar, the hem of it brushing just above her knee. 

“Damn right I did. Glad I did, too. ‘Cause you look sexy as hell, and every guy in here knows it.”

Loretta knew he was right, had caught a couple guys’ attention latching onto her. That was until, of course, they finally noticed Tyler next to her. But what Tyler had failed to realize was that the figure he cut in his white t-shirt and jeans had also garnered some attention as well. Loretta had had to give a couple buckle bunny looking girls the stink eye as they just couldn’t get the hint, including the one platinum blonde who was currently making eyes at Tyler from across the bar. Not that Tyler noticed, his gaze already caught up with admiring Loretta. 

Loretta turned to face Tyler, a knowing smirk on her face as she reached up to pluck his cowboy hat from off his head. “Well, let’s make it very clear who I’m going home with then.” 

She watched Tyler’s eyes darken as she placed his hat on her head. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Tyler squeezed her side, taking her empty bottle from her to place it on the table next to his own. 

“See you guys in the morning?” Tyler checked with Boone, Dani and Lilly as he practically dragged Loretta through the bar. 

She giggled as Tyler led her out of the building, waving goodbye to their friends, clocking their rolling eyes and over exaggerated kissing sounds after them. The bar was close enough to the motel that they’d all just walked, also not wanting to risk losing their parking spaces in front of the motel. So after a short walk, Loretta and Tyler ended up in the cab of her truck. Tyler had pulled her in after him, hauling her onto his lap before slamming the door shut. 

“Easy on the doors!” Loretta scolded him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Tyler chuckled, mumbling a half-assed apology as he leaned up to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Loretta carded her fingers through his hair, opening her mouth to him. His hands slid along her bare thighs, her dress having hiked up high around her hips with how she straddled his lap. She had parked her truck far enough in seclusion that the fact that she and Tyler were making out in her truck didn’t even register in her mind, only the feeling of his tongue sweeping into his mouth at the same time she felt him growing hard under her. 

Loretta rolled her hips against his, earning herself a low groan from his lips. His fingers tightened on the plush of her hips, guiding her back and forth against the bulge in his pants. She licked her way into his mouth, sloppily kissing him, feeling her core slowly start to throb as the zipper of his pants brushed against her through her panties. Tyler reached up, plucking his hat off her head and placed it on the dashboard behind her. He found her thighs again, sliding his palms even higher under her dress, pushing it up her torso until she helped him pull it off. The maneuver was awkward and clunky, Loretta banging her elbow against the roof of her truck bursting into laughter as her hand clipped Tylers jaw, giggling apologies as she tossed her dress to the seat next to them. 

Tyler laughed along with her as he helped her remove his own shirt, tossing it to the side as well, His eyes dragged slowly along her bare chest down to the lacy pair of matching pink panties that he could see were now thoroughly soaked through. He bit his lip, trailing back up her body to meet her eyes. 

“Perfect. Well, almost.” Tyler reached back around her to grab his hat, plunking it back down on her head. “Now you’re perfect.”

Loretta tipped her head back laughing, almost falling back against the dash were it not for Tyler’s arms around her waist. Her laugh turned breathy as his mouth latched onto the exposed column of her throat, placing open mouthed kisses along her neck. Loretta gripped his shoulders, continuing to grind down on his lap as his mouth worked down her neck to her collarbone, sloppily kissing her skin. She moaned shakily as Tyler nipped at her clavicle, the tip of his tongue flicking over the stinging sensation. He sucked bruises, a dark trail, from her collarbone down the swell of her breast until he closed his mouth around her nipple. 

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip so hard she thought she was gonna draw blood at the sensation of Tyler’s hot mouth around the sensitive bud. He dragged his tongue against it, swirling around her nipple, humming with delight as her moans spur him on. Loretta moaned his name, tugging on his hair until he pulled off her breast, pulling him up to her mouth.

Her hands find the button on his jeans as she nips at his bottom lip. “I need-I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Tyler's hands land on top of hers, quickly undoing the button. He helped her raise up on her knees just far enough for him to push his jeans and boxers down around his knees in one go. His mouth found hers, kissing her deeply as his hand slipped between her legs. Loretta shamelessly rutted against his palm, unabashedly letting him feel how damn wet she was for him. He used one, thick finger to slide the crotch of her panties to the side before slipping down the center of her. Loretta whimpered as he plunged it inside her, curling it up towards her belly. 

“Ty.” She whined, grinding her clit against the heel of his hand. 

“I gotcha, Doll.”

Tyler’s hand retreated from her pussy, wrapping his hand soaked with her arousal around his cock, holding himself steady as she lowered herself down. Loretta used Tylers shoulders to steady herself as she lowered herself down onto his cock, feeling him stretch her out until she was fully seated on his lap with him inside her. 

It was so much, so, so much all at once. Loretta felt so full, clenching down onto his cock as she rose off of him a bit before sliding back down, both of them groaning as she moved. Slowly she continued to move on him, shaky legs lifting her up and then bringing her down. Tyler's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her as she gained speed. She rode him at her own pace, moaning into his mouth every time the curve of him had the head of his cock brushing against that spot within her, his pubic bone providing friction against her needy clit on each pass.

She chanted his name, sliding one hand up to the side of his neck as the other held his hat, a little too big, on her head as she rode him faster. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Tyler moaned into Loretta’s mouth, the sound only adding to that growing pit in her belly. Her movements became choppy and sloppy as that euphoric feeling trickled down her back to her thighs and belly. Loretta’s movements stuttered as she came, inner walls clamping around Tyler’s cock like a vice. His release wasn’t far behind hers, Tyler burying his face into the crook of her neck as it rolled over him. 

A breathy laugh bubbled up between her lips as Loretta put Tylers hat back behind her on the dash, grabbing the blanket from across the seat back, wrapping it around their naked and rapidly cooling bodies. 

“Thanks for the ride, Cowboy.”

Tyler snorted a laugh, pulling her insurmountably further closer to him and Loretta rested her head on his chest.

“No problem, Lor.”

[saintflwrs]

❀ ˚‧𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

…

“whew..” you breathed out as you stepped out the shower.

‘this hotel was perfect’ you thought to yourself, nothing like a vacation with your boyfriend to take your mind off of things. The beach was right outside and the waves crashed perfectly on shore.

Freshly painted toes stepping on the shower mat, the rest of your feet followed to the bathroom mirror. Picking up the towel you wrapped it around yourself. The material soaked up all the water and left you dry. Hygiene was a big thing for you, you constantly went to target smelling new lotions, perfumes, soaps everything. When you got your hands on the new Fenty beauty body butter you were eager to try it.

Picking up the small cream you quickly opened it and rubbed it on your body. The scent flooded your nose making you smile. Your hand reached to the EOS vanilla cashmere and mixed it in with the Fenty cream creating a vanilla cakey scent. You rubbed it all over your body and eventually put on your new House of CB bikini.

It was revealing but you were planning to bask in the sun today. Suddenly, your boyfriend walked in and audibly groaned.

“Baby what is that? You smell amazing.” He walked up behind you, digging his nose in the crook of your neck leaving small kisses.

“Oh my god..” He groaned. “I could eat you right now” He spun you around so you faced him. His hands stopped at your waist, thumbs rubbing up and down on your thighs.

“Yeah? you could eat me?” You joked, lips ghosting over his.

“Yeah.” He closed the gap, kissing you sensually. His tongue brushed across yours. It was slow and thoughtful because you smelled like a delicacy and that’s what he wanted to treat you as.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered.. “Order whip cream.” His eyes lit up like a little boy and ran to call room service. You followed him, chin resting on his shoulder as he excitedly spoke.

When it arrived, he wasted no time. With a light push you landed on your back onto the bed and your boyfriend hovered over you. His lips decorated light kisses along your skin. He kissed down your stomach until he reached your underwear to which he swiftly removed. Grabbing the whip cream can he swirled it on your aching clit, then he wrapped his lips around the bud sucking intently.

“Mmm~” you moaned, hands reaching to grab his hair, scratching his scalp.

He then licked a stripe passed your folds, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. He passionately licked and sucked wanting you to feel the utmost pleasure. The longer he was down there the more the scent pushed into his nose driving him crazy.

“Fuck.. You taste so good.” He whimpered. He placed kisses alongside your thighs before returning to eat you out. His lips were soaked in your essence it was all so erotic, the desperation of it all brought you to that point. His hand reached up to press down on your lower stomach while his thumb recklessly rubbed your clit.

“i’m gonna cum~ Fuck. Fuck” You mewled, breaths becoming heavier and heavier until you came. In your boyfriends head you looked like a lava cake, the way your cum was flowing out of your pussy made his dick twitch. You noticed that and flipped him over so he was on his back and you straddled him.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled and picked up the whip cream can putting some in your mouth before kissing him. Both your tongues danced around in the cream before it finally disappeared. To which you took his dick out of his pants and sunk down on it, causing both of you to gasp.

“Spit.” You ordered.

He listened and his saliva fell onto where you two were joined loosening some of the friction. You began rocking your hips and his head fell back in bliss.

“Shit.. just like that.” He moaned.

His hands were on your waist and he was moving you along his veiny dick. Hitting the spots both you and him liked. It was slow and sensual at first until you started going faster slamming yourself onto him your head leaned back.

“Does that feel good?” You breathed out.

“Yes mommy, please don’t stop.”

He could feel you pulsating against him and your pussy was sucking him in. It was too much, but he just couldn’t get enough. He thrusted up to meet your movements as you both moaned basking in each others pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, can you cum with me? please mommy.” He whimpered. Eyebrows furrowed and lips red from biting them too much.

“Mhm~” You hummed in his ear as he thrusted up, repeatedly hitting your cervix. Seeing the face you make when he hits that spot is so meaningful to him, he would do anything to see it over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Please Please” You cried out as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach come undone.

“I know baby, cum.. just like that sweet girl.” He groaned as he felt himself release into you.

Both of you were breathing heavy as you calmed down. He was still inside you. Your boyfriend then grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed some on your nipples before licking it off.

“Babe..” You giggled, hands tangled in his hair.

There was a short silence before he asked

“Okay but seriously what was that lotion?” He asked

“Fenty.”

“Rihanna did her thing.” He said.

“Mhm..” You hummed

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ‧₊˚❀

this gives me gojo or armin vibes but imagine whoever ♡ ♡

[myreyisbae]

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts Live Reaction 4x17

Okay, wait, is this Episode 17??? IDK why I can't remember!

Anyway, I heard this one was about Sass & Shiki???? (Only based on the name of it which I saw at a glance). I hope so!

Guess we'll see.

6 new episodes in a row! Nice!

OMG .... Isaac's book again.

Pete finding a lovely dead lady???

OMG Virgin shaming.

LOL Sass & set ups.

Hello, Joan! Cute and Gullible.

Ohhh, he died the week before his 1st storytelling thing! Are we going to get his death story????

LOL Flower.

Revenge Bail?? I don't care.

Alberta missed Thor's 1000th bday party? HOW??

LOL not for another 900 years!

Ghost Trap mention!

Ohhh, Sass wasn't there for it but using the conversation.

"Unlucky in love"

Oh Trevor.

OH Shit, rude. It's his room. I don't like her. Jessica was more interesting.

Build up your tolerance!

Interesting.

Oh, I do not like this use of Trevor.

Thor vs Alberta. This is fun. She's falling for it.

He really wants to revenge bail on her - OMG he did that whisper walk away thing.

Most are about handsy guys?

OMG! they brought up the "watching sex" statement. I KNEW IT.

LOL "She's an option!" Like you should settle for whatever available.

Interested in the unavailable???

This is interesting. I like the possibility.

Trevor is right about this. If you can't be with her - why bother being interested in her? It's destined for heartbreak.

Oh, Pete, that's not - that's not it.

LOL Shiki is supposed to ignore that?? Awww, she wants a guy that puts himself out there.

there's 13 hellos - yeah, exactly....

Ohhhhh, she doesn't know about the deer???

And now, she's into him. AHHHHHHHH!!!

Pete, you're better off lying. Also really love this use of Pete's power - no one's going to mention Chris skipping out on them?

Trevor/Jay agreeing.

Very tragic.

Sam's more interested Joan than Shiki.

It's not a great match, guys.

It would be better for them to lie.

OMG Hetty. Trevor's side eye.

LOL Trevor's like "what is going on here?"

OMFG this is hilarious.

She died with ALCOHOL!!!

Momentary buzz!!!

Ooooh, Sass <3

OMG Pete you're terrible at lying.

STOP IT.

Oh Sam's more into her than Sass is. Honestly, Joan is not a great match.

Sass!! "Sort of like this but Sam's not here"

Ohhh Thor. He's so bad at this.

"You just walked through Pete, but the party is going great!"

OMG JAY!!! SASS <3

Pete putting it on Hetty! (fair it was her idea).

Jay didn't receive that update! "Last thing I wanna do is hurt a ghost!"

Cue Jay walking through Alberta AND Trevor!

"OUCH THAT HURTS"

Awww Sass.

oooooh. the "all is lost" moment -> does this mean that Shiki will come to him???

OMG OMG Are they going to bring the Ghost Trap back.

LOL Alberta didn't even notice Thor wasn't there!

Aww Thor have feelings!!! LOl Unrelated fashion opinion.

Oooooohhhh, Alberta was a struggling as a new ghost! <3.

The reminder that Thor had a long time there.

Friend date for Thor and Alberta!!!

Round down to "not at party" - I love this!

This is cute.

Jay - you could talk to them - USE TREVOR!

YES THEY"RE USING MY GHOST TRAP IDEA!!!! I love it!! MAKE IT CANON PLEASE!!! (I wrote this idea like basically right after the Ghost Trap episode!)

"Does this man desperately need to get some" - "Definitely"

Jesus!

I wanna see Sass/Shiki get together! Go away, Joan!

OH SHIT Alberta - you don't revenge bail on me.

Poor Jay!

"Go watch basketball"

Finally thoughts,

I liked Thor/Albeta plot.

Didn't like Joan.

But we got answers on Sass/Shiki - at least a little bit.

I really hope that we see the re-unite.

Side note - WTF was that Promo????

[missielynne]

CBS Ghosts Review: Pinkus Returns

After two okay Sass-centered episodes (please give us something more the caliber of Ghostwriter or give him a plot that has nothing to do with his sex life for one episode, please, please please) this was just a breath of fresh air, and I liked it a lot. Definitely a repeat watcher (in fact the watch to get ready for this review was my third.)

Although Pinkus returning to the mansion didn't turn out at all like I thought it would (I thought it would involve him bringing the pants back and that being something that helps Trevor move on, but maybe that will happen in a future episode with him Abby, which I hope is a thing) I did like what we got.

I'm surprised (and kind of not) that they decided to have Trevor's surprise kid be a daughter (because his counterpoint Julian in BBC has a daughter, and their lack of relationship is a big part of one of the episodes) but I like that this is a bit different (and interesting too, when you consider that he thought was already a surprise dad in episode five of the show, I think). I'm very interested to see what they're gonna do with this plot and in the future and what it will mean for Trevor's character. I would like for it to be something of an impetus for more maturity, but I don't want it to make him cookie cutter responsible. I still want him to be Trevor because there's a lot of good in there without total change. I like how eager he was to get to know his daughter (after he got over his shock) and how quickly he moved to make that slide show about Abby and Pinkus' good moments after "Trevor's folly." (Also, setting it to "Time Of Your Life", almost made me cry cause when I was a kid in elementary school they played that song for the outgoing sixth grade classes so it has a bit of an emotional vibe for me.) It was very sweet and not overdone in a way that makes it seem like they just want to use it to turn Trevor into a conventional "nice guy", which is very important to me in plots, but hardly ever happens how I want it to).

I also loved the B plot, even though I do kind of question why they put these two plots together and why it took them so long to bring Donna back. Jay telling Pete that she may have killed her husband, but she's still a person (but with much more entertaining phrasing) as a way to get him to go back and talk to Donna was just perfect.

I love that she was innocent and got declared so because my brain just loves the idea (especially with what's coming up regarding Elias and Hell) that he is secretly hoping to bring Pete back with him, and using his girlfriend the murderer would have been a perfect way to go about it, so I'm glad that's not the case, and I hope we see more of Pete and Donna.

I also loved that it was JAY rather than Sam who pointed out the key to Donna's innocence with the Prince album (and how intense Pete was with the neighbor guy about the year Purple Rain came out.)

I'm curious if they put this plot in because they're intending to add something of a Ghost Whisperer type component where they actively help ghosts with their problems/solve crimes. Would love for it to be Pete and Jay cause I really think they would be on the same page more often than not once they found a way to communicate and be able to be very effective.

Next week: It looks like we find out about Stephanie! I'm so excited! I've been waiting for another meaty episode about her since Attic Girl.

[fayflutter]

Dupont Phantoms AU

Liam Lahiffe was a normal college kid until surviving a near death experience gave him the ability to see the dead.

Unfortunately for him, Paris has way too many ghosts, even Collège Françoise Dupont has its own school spirits. All of them have unfinished business and they need Liam’s help to cross over to the other side.

Will these friendly phantoms be able to cross over? Will Liam be able to keep his gift a secret? And what of the malevolent forces that threaten the land of the living AND the dead?

(aka a self indulgent AU that is one part Ghost Whisperer, CBS’s Ghosts, School Spirits, Beetlejuice, and Danny Phantom rolled into one AU)