DUCKE

i like superman.

[duckewrites]

→ 𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄 ! she/her . capricorn . 19 . autistic

↳ i write for: literally everything. cod, marvel, superman, batman, the last of us, some anime, criminal minds, supernatural, etc. etc. wanna see something specific? ask!

→ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

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[valyriandreamerr]

yall don’t understand i need to climb him like a fucking tree while he calls me his whore like i need that dick biblically,i actually have never felt this way about a man like that’s my daddy

[unseaworthy]

Wholesome(?)Ghost who has never in his life met a pair of breasts he didn't love.

Filth below the cut, minors do not interact

Color, size, shape, imperfections -- the variations are just different flavors of beauty to him.

He loves high, perky breasts on birds with thin or athletic builds. Something about the tightness of them gives him the impression of an imperious princess sticking up her nose. Tits like that belong on royalty. They're nice and easy to palm, prominent nipples hardening against the skin of his ugly paw, and they fit even more perfectly between his lips. Watching smaller breasts jiggle ever so slightly when he fucks a petite girl, almost like they're quivering, sends what little sanity he has left into orbit.

He loves the look of dark, prominent areola on black or brown skin, both when they're puffy and when they're peaked. Whether the skin tone beneath is mocha, rich coffee, or ebony-dark, it always so perfectly complements the nipples that he's borderline inspired to paint. Seeing his own pale skin pressed against them makes him feel unworthy.

He loves uneven breasts, where one is a little smaller or a bit lopsided. Fake boobs have their own appeal, but holding naturals in his hands reminds him that he's not having some porn-addled fantasy, but touching a real woman. When he goes to suck one and massage the other, he likes the ability to assess which will better fit his hand or his mouth. The best part is when the bird's apologetic that they don't look factory-made, like the reveal is a letdown -- doesn't take long to for him to demonstrate how very much he disagrees.

He loves heavy, sagging breasts that sport stretchmarks like battle-scars and easily stretch out off-the-shelf bras after a few months. The one thing he can do with big breasts that he can't do with others is push them together and fuck them, perhaps his cock's favorite activity. Sticking his face into a plump pair of tits, feeling the fat spill between his fingers when he tries to hold them, admiring the natural way they rest on a chubby tummy beneath... he'll never tire of the big ones.

Most of all, he loves the women attached to them and all the different attitudes they have towards their breasts. Some are undeniably proud, peacocking their assets with push-ups or low-cut shirts or tiny bikinis. Some treat them like cargo, a mild inconvenience that is not particularly sexy in their own mind, but that they benevolently share with a partner. Some are shy or embarrassed, focusing on a flaw they insist is real, but that he can never seem to find himself.

Ghost acknowledges his obsession with breasts likely comes from discovering porn at a young age, finding the images appealing even before he really understood what sexual attraction was. And it didn't get any better in high school, when some days it felt like his entire purpose in life was to locate and make contact with one (1) boob before he died. But he supposes it turned out okay, in the end. Through the years he has taken pleasure from many breasts while boosting the confidence of women who may have had mixed feelings about their attractiveness (and, hopefully, leaving them with an orgasm or two for their troubles). Mutually beneficial, as he sees it.

Someday, he thinks, he might like to settle down with a pair. Breasts he can watch grow and change as his wife ages. They will inflate with milk, swollen and bouncy, when he puts a baby in her; after breast-feeding, their weight will redistribute and new veins or stretchmarks will appear; and as time and gravity transform skin that was once taut and smooth, he will learn to appreciate a new type of beauty in the woman he loves.

When he finds her, the owner of his forever-breasts, he vows to worship them every day until he dies.

[vampurrss]

opening Tumblr is like a cigarette break

[duckewrites]

I have unearthed gold. I shall post on the morrow

[duckewrites]

I have to tell you something.

I haven’t done any writing at all over the last month because I had been rewatching Criminal Minds. I’m on season five and I’m having a blast.

Hopefully I’ll start writing soon 😭

[thememedaddy]

[duckewrites]

I love Agent Hotchner

[ang3lf4c3-d0llh34rt]

Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

[duckewrites]

I have been inspired, and like any sane person, I'm expressing my thoughts. This isn't even anything special but idc

I'm thinking that maybe you and Steve Rogers are coworkers of some kind. You aren't an Avenger or anything, but maybe you work with them?? Idk don't think too hard about the technicalities. You see Steve Rogers often enough that you consider him a coworker. You also see him often enough that you've formed a crush on the guy. How could you not?? He's super kind and respectful, and he's also one of the hottest guys you've ever seen. He doesn't make it easy on you. No, he's especially kind to you. Whenever he's around, you don't have to worry about anything. He'll carry anything you may have with no complaints and he'll open doors for you the proper way. He listens to you whenever you talk, a dopey look on his face as if you hung the stars. He brings you lunch and if he ever catches you in the office way past regular working hours, he makes it a point to escort you to your car or even walk you home.

He's literal amazing, I love it. I'm thinking about a pool party hosted by Tony, or an event posed by the media team. Maybe it's a media thing but hosted at Tony's summer house? It doesn't matter. I'm thinking about Steve Rogers walking around in a pair of swim trunks with a white shirt hanging off of his broad shoulders. The shirt does nothing to hide his physique.

Your spot on the pool's side gives you the best view, too. From behind your sunglasses, you can watch the muscles in his back move as he walks around talking to the other Avengers. You can see the way the wind messes with his hair and the way the sun literally kisses his skin.

You've been lounging by the pool for a while now. You've been trying to read a book you brought with you, but a certain someone makes it increasingly difficult.

Steve Rogers got in the pool at some point, shedding the shirt he had been wearing. I can picture it so well and I'm going feral myself?? Like the water clings to his skin and like as he wades through the pool with his sunglasses on, you have a perfect view of like... his chest. The wide plains of his pectoral muscles dusted with little curls.

I imagine him leaning against the edge of the pool like in the deep end, talking to someone (does it really matter??) and nursing a drink. I literally wouldn't be able to focus either.

Steve Rogers is just so big and broad and it's driving me crazy.

[lackadaisies]

this is killing me 😭

[duckewrites]

Why are boys so weird and complicated?

[duckewrites]

i had a little thought.

the avengers are asked to do a swimsuit campaign. why? because i say so. or rather, because that's what the people want. and just in time for summer too.

thinking about captain america—steve rogers—in dorky swim trunks designed with like… stars and stripes. posing in some photographer’s studio giving calvin klein underwear model vibes. which the people also want to see… he has yet to agree to doing that campaign.

i really like the idea of steve just walking around in swim trunks. I need to expand on this idea.

[falsetactic]

how it feels to read self insert/xreader fics of any media that follow the canon plot line

[loves-alibi]

kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this

[bluegiragi]

regularly scheduled reminder that I hate AI, I don't consent to any of my art being used for AI whether that's for chatbots or generative AI, I've never used ChatGPT or Claude or Gemini or Grok or whatever the fuck in my life and never will and I do think that makes me a better person than people who do. also if you're a "fan" of mine and willingly use AI, I think you're actively making the choice to hand over all brain function to companies owned by billionaires who hate you and humanity, which makes you pathetic and embarrassing.

[duckewrites]

I’m thinking about your friendly neighbor Clark, who you haven’t talked to since high school. You weren’t friends or anything like that—but you lived on the same street, had the same classes, and all of that fun stuff.

You’re back home for the summer for the first time in years. Maybe your career in Gotham has been far too demanding and you had to personally beg your boss to use up your PTO so that you could come home for a while. Or maybe you quit and you decided to spend the summer on your parents’ farm. It doesn’t really matter…

Your car breaks down a few miles away from town, leaving you stuck on a desolate road surrounded by nothing but tall cornstalks. I’m thinking about how you probably don’t have service and it’s like 80° outside. You had to turn off your car to preserve gas because guess way? You only have enough left in the tank to get to town. It’s saying the tank is almost on empty, and you don’t wanna chance it.

I imagine your savior shows up almost an hour after your car broke down. Driving an old red truck with the windows down and a bed full of animal feed is none other than Clark Kent.

Probably ten years older than you remember and showing no signs of the time between now and high school, but just as attractive.

He’d pull up beside you and ask if you’d need a lift with that stupid dimpled smile, flashing his canines.

You know Clark. He’s the boy next door who was a little strange in high school, but who wasn’t? You know Clark and you trust him, so you hop into the truck without a second thought.

I imagine that this summer would be the best one you’ve ever had. I love this little thought I had and I will be expanding it 🙌🏽