#my demonic ghost

[bluegiragi]

stuck between a rock and a hard place...

(this piece was not so subtly inspired by the fic Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence! Leave a kudos and a nice comment if you enjoyed her writing!!)

[junodoom]

birthday comic for wen ning 🏹

it’s still april 11th in my time zone. this counts

[blanchebees]

It's your favorite unhinged ghoul

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[datcravat]

Y̷̲̞̙̓̀̓Ơ̸̮̆͗Ṷ̶̖̉ ̸̰̈͒́͜Ā̵͉̫̃R̸̻̋E̶͎̋ ̷̺̥̉̈́Ď̴̙͆̈́E̵̠̬̭̕A̵̜͖̝̎͝D̸͕̺̃͠ ̸͚̑̈͌Ã̷̢͆̌N̴̝͒͠D̶̫̦̝͌̀͗ ̵̢͗Ḇ̵̛̫̂̍U̶̜͝R̶̲̟̿Ȋ̵̡͇́͝E̵̟̤̕͠Ḏ̴̰̘̔̄͘

[starry-songs-canvas]

Take Care of Him

The boy, who had Damian’s face, couldn’t be more different than Dick’s (alive?) baby brother.

Aside from his Snow White hair, he smiled and laughed freely, making puns on top of his embarrassing story about his supposed twin brother.  

(“Clones don’t have childhood memories right?  So if I have an embarrassing story or two, that’ll give you a way to check that I’m not a clone AND give you ammunition for teasing!”)

“—And that’s how his face—and his pride—was forever wounded by Sparta the warrior cat!”  Danny finished his story with a flourish, cracking up immediately after.

“Huh, and to think he left it at “training”, obviously he didn’t think anyone would let the cat out of the bag.”  Dick said, laughing even as he eyed the lookalike.

Danny snorted.  “Yeah, I doubt he thought anything as Cat-astropic as that would happen.”

They sat in silence for a moment, overlooking the buildings below, with the Dalv. Co. Labs smoking in the distance and the breeze blowing past the two, yet only seeming to affect Nightwing and not the phantom beside him.

“Is he safe?  Is he happy?” Danny murmurs as he looks up at the stars, looking every bit the forlorn ghost he claimed to be.

“…We keep each other safe.  And I’d say once he got past the stabbing faze, he’s pretty happy in Gotham.”

“But I’m sure it’d make him happy to see you again.”  Dick thought back to the comments the vampire-ghost they’d fought earlier.  It didn’t sound exactly, “happy” or “safe” for Danny.  Or anyone else involved.

Danny shook his head.  “Nah.  He’s… moved on.  And with how crazy my after-life is?  I’m already dealing with ghosts, ghost-hunters, and my—err—that frootloop from earlier.  I do not need to add furries and murder-ninjas to the mix.”

Danny sighed as he floated into a standing position.  “Speaking of which, if you could just, maybe not tell him you saw me?  Better to let dead dogs lie.”

Danny’s piercing Lazarus green eyes looked at Dick and he saw the exact same expression B had on whenever he “had to do it alone”.

“Just, take care of him, Kay?  Or I’ll haunt you to the ends of the universe!”  He said, throwing up a peace sign as he turned invisible.

Dick snorted, “Yeah, sure kid.”

Dick got up and started off toward the bat-plane.  He had a brother to interrogate, and another brother/clone of his brother to find.

[beautifulsenpai]

random horny thought:

men who will kiss, and mark your neck possessively, and lovingly. their cock deep inside of you, pounding into you with cum dripping from your pink puckered hole, and legs from the first orgasm. they murmur against your neck, repeatedly saying how “you’re mine” or “my good boy”.

katsuki bakugo, dabi, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami, sanemi shinazugawa, doma, gyutaro, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, donquixote doflamingo, dio brando, joseph joestar, kars, jotaro kujo, yoshikage kira, ghost (simon riley).

[kabukiaku]

pick up that satanic popstar and let him kiss you!!!!

and no Terzo's not 4' 9" here omega is just very beeg.

[poiverine]

nap time

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[ghostbsuter]

It was Halloween, they were in Central City for some candy pickings (if their fathers know, it's too late, they're here and absolutely getting that stomachache in the morning once they're done here.).

Jon— Superboy had Robin in his grip, flying from apartment complex to houses, one ear out for flash, incase the hero accidentally stumbles upon them.

(He's doing some extra patrol, it was Halloween after all.)

It was spooky day and when they finally rest up on a roof, rummaged through their goods, did Robin and Superboy notice the glowing skull at the bottom.

It looked like it could be from gotham, honestly. It was creepy, dirty and Jon has it in his hands, studying and playing with curious spark in his eyes.

"Put that down superboy—! That's clearly cursed!" Robin warns, trying to take the skull, yet the other dances from reach.

"If I rub it 3 times, do you think I get 3 wishes?"

"Those are genies you're talking about, not skulls!"

Not waiting further nor listening, really, superboy rubs the skull 3 times and—

Nothing happens.

"Nothing. Will you pit the damn skull down now?"

Sighing, Superboy does so, until the skull starts glow.

And glowing it is, a bright green, frost growing along the ground and it was beginning to eat the entire apartment if they didn't do anything!

As the cool mist grows, they step and tense as a figure approaches through.

"Congrats, no idea how but you guys found Pariah Darks former skull! So much less work for me now."

[imfinereallyy]

There is a knock at Steve Harrington’s door.

Three to be exact.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It’s nothing new. This happens every night. It doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

Steve gets out of bed and walks over to his apartment door, hands hovering over the handle. His body shakes, he feels too cold for a July evening.

Steve doesn’t bother looking out of the peephole. He knows there will be nothing to see. He hopes briefly it’s the awkward girl from down the hall, she always wears beat up converse and can hear her raspy laugh two doors down—but he knows it’s not. She often speeds by Steve’s apartment door, like she’s either terrified of him or what’s inside his home.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks, three times. It’s only number two.

Steve wishes he knew more people here, but he hasn’t been here very long. So no one is looking for him, no one is here to wake him up at 3 am.

His palm sweat—but the chill hasn’t left him. He’s starting to think he’s haunted. Though nothing ever happens inside. Nothing happens at all, except the knocking. Steve never dares to open until it’s finished.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve takes a deep breath, and opens the door….

No one is there.

Releasing a stuttering breath, Steve gently locks up and puts his head on then door.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

Then he hears, it from his bedroom.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve’s let something inside.

[snoozefm]

[ceilidho]

the way you wrote PBF soap’s pregnancy kink rotted my brain in the best way possible I would give you all the money in my bank account if you wrote more of the breeding/pregnancy kink/“““accidentally””” knocking up the reader wjth soap (or ghost! or price!!) 🥺🫶🏽💞💞💞💞

asdfsdgs I know, I can't help it.

Price is staring down at you while fucking missionary when he thinks that you'd make a good mom. You've always been so attentive to him ever since you started working for him, anticipating his every need and always quick to lend a hand. Price can't help but picture how attentive you'd be to your own child, to his child; how he'd feel if you knocked on his office door and came in with his baby bouncing on your hip. He has both your hands pressed down against the bed and fingers interlocked when he decides he's not pulling out. He draws you into a deep, wet kiss to muffle your little gasps and whines before pounding you harder, chasing his own release.

Ghost has never been particularly interested in having kids. With his own childhood and upbringing, he's always quietly suspected that he wouldn't make the best father. That any kid he sired would inevitably end up being just as messed up as him. It's only when he's railing you from behind in a grimy gas station bathroom after hours on the road, both of you sweaty and in need of a shower and coffee, his hand fisted in your hair that he realizes that for all his reservations, he doesn't have any about you. He wants to keep you bound to him, inextricably linked to him for as long as you live. It's what makes him shift his stance and drive into you with renewed vigour, muffling your sounds with two fingers shoved into your mouth.

Soap gets so lost in his pleasure that he sometimes doesn't even remember that you're on the other end of it. Everything is hot and wet and tight, and it makes his mind go numb, his only thought to chase that pleasure, to get closer to you, to pound so hard that he almost bruises your cervix. He goes so crazy that sometimes he'll bite your cheek or gnaw at the space between your neck and shoulder, sucking dark, mean hickies into your skin. When he comes, it's almost absentminded, never even thinking to warn you. His come just dripping down your inner thighs, and his brain goes blank when he pulls out and plays with it, not paying any attention to how you squawk about not being on the pill. Whatever. Get pregnant.

[luc1-anna]

𝐀𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬?

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬

He loves your breasts, thats why he always wanted you to ride him, getting to see your breasts jiggle as you rode him, the sound of the skin slapping your torso as you went faster, his hands roaming along your body but they always ended up on your tits, groping and kneading them. Occasionally sucking on them, as if he wanted to make you a mum.

He especially loved whenever you wore low cut shirts, or really anything that could show off some cleavage, oh how much he wanted to fuck your tits right there. Cock sliding in and out of your swollen breasts, leaking a bit of milk as they engulfed his thickness. Swollen tip hitting your chin as he pushed further in, acting as a moisturiser for your skin.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ, ʜɪɢᴜʀᴜᴍᴀ, ᴇʀᴡɪɴ, ᴢᴇᴋᴇ, ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ, ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ, ꜱɪʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴇʏᴇ, ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ, ᴊᴇᴀɴ, ᴇʀᴇɴ, ɢᴏᴊᴏ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ, ᴀʀᴍɪɴ, ɢɪʏᴜ, ᴋᴇɪꜱʜɪɴ ᴜᴋᴀɪ, ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟ, ꜱʜɪɢɪʀᴀᴋɪ, ᴍᴜᴢᴀɴ

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬

Your thighs were like a safe haven for him, always resting his head on them whenever he saw that you were wearing shorts or a skirt. Sometimes he wished that you would suffocate him with the plush muscle. Whenever you two had sex, his main focus would be any position in which he had the best view of your thighs, kneading the fat as he held them. Or, whenever he ate you out, he always made sure you sat on his face. He'd love to die from suffocation from you, gripping onto your thighs, enough to leave a mark. Tongue swirling around your lips, sucking on the small hole which he wished to fuck.

Whenever he was up for teasing, he'd always fuck your thighs, making sure that your underwear were still on before he pushed his cock in that small gap inbetween you thighs.

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ, ɢᴀᴢ, ᴋᴀꜱʜɪᴍᴏ, ɢᴇᴛᴏ, ꜱʜɪɢɪʀᴀᴋɪ, ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ, ʀᴀɴ, ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟ, ᴋᴏɴɪɢ

𝐀𝐬𝐬

His ass was your favourite, he'd especially love it if it was big. The way he'd purposely do doggy just to see your ass moved, always slapping it to leave a mark, his hand prints practically being ingrained into your ass. Whenever he'd offer a massage, he'd always make sure to add some 'extra care' onto your ass, it always resulted in him fucking both holes, mainly your ass but still.

Walls trying to retract as he entered your ass, it wasn't the first time he had done this, but it always felt so good feeling you tighten around him, wanting to rip the condom right off his length as gripped onto your ass, making sure that your torso was touching the mattress as you arched further. If he wasn't fucking your ass, he'd be fucking your other hole and putting a sparkly butt plug in it. When he sees you wearing anything short, or just sees you in a private place, he wouldn't hesitate to slap your ass, making sure to add a firm grip onto it.

ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ, ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ, ᴘᴏʀᴄᴏ, ᴛᴏᴊɪ, ɴᴏᴀʏᴀ, ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ, ᴅᴀʙɪ, ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ, ꜱᴀɴᴇᴍɪ, ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴜᴢᴜɪ ᴛᴇɴɢᴇɴ, ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ, ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ

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[blanchebees]

Oh Prequelle Swiss...

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[tasty-ribz]

When Terzo and Secondo tells you:

We have something special for your easter gift basket, but its Concordia University of Michigan "CUM" Merchandise

[quisters]

The ghoulies know what y’all are saying about Shane and they are deeply offended