#ghosts n rambles

[ghostsandtoasts]

Thinking about AZ and Cogita. Their experiences are so similar, two immortals who’ve had to endure so much tragedy and pain. The endless search for a lost loved one, and waiting an eternity for someone who may never appear. Both connected to the divine, one chosen by the almighty, and one who certainly got the god’s attention through his eldritch creation.

It’d take awhile, they’ve been burned so many times in the past, but the two would become good friends, because after so long they’ve found someone who understands what they’ve gone through.

[crestapex]

Simon Riley who’s been dishing out shitty dad jokes and one-liners left and right for the past five minutes. You’ve been in a pretty pissy mood, especially so far into your pregnancy. You’re just about on your due date, and you’ve seen no progress whatsoever. So, what’s better than to use his irresistible charm on you?

He knows it’s working by the way you crack a few smiles. Which then turn into small chuckles. And then full blown laughter. In fact, he makes you laugh so hard you start to feel a warm liquid trickling down your legs.

Simon Riley who made you laugh so hard with his terrible humor… he accidentally put you into labor.

[tojisun]

shaking and everything but i keep thinking about how sex with simon is so good, it renders you quiet; you are reduced to gasps and wordless moans, unable to truly even breathe in well – drowning in your delirium and your peaking ecstasy – to the point that simon has to keep his hand around your throat to feel if you're even breathing in right. sometimes, he's got to remind you to—"come back to me, baby. to me."

(loosely based on this)

[killerpancakeburger]

Ghost: *throwing a knife into an enemy's throat expertly*

Y/N: HOLY FUCKING SHIT?? THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL?? CAN YOU TEACH ME????

Y/N: *makes a hopeful puppy face and their eyes are full of stars*

Soap, who is still a bit of a Ghost fanboy deep inside: *makes the same face*

Ghost, starting to sweat: Oh fuck there's two of 'em

[loveindefinitely]

simon who makes you sit on johnny's face while he fucks you!! all the while pulling johnny's hair to make sure he licks all over both your pussy and his dick!!

(simon who pushes you by the back of your head onto johnny's dick, making you choke on it while johnny cries out from overstimulation!!)

sent tweet.

[dolleyedoe]

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

me with billy, stu, ethan and roman

[gaysindistress]

The feminine urge isn’t to day dream about your fictional man all day every day.

The feminine urge is to write the most heinously depraved monster au about that man to ever exist.

(I may or may not be fighting that very urge at this moment.)

[circusinthewalls]

NSFW Ghost Rambling - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI [Masterlist]

Simon knows damn well how big he is. In height, in stature, in.. everything, really. Even dear Soap is dwarfed at least somewhat by him. So, yeah, he knows how massive he is.

And admittedly now, as he's leaning over you, thick digits gently, gradually working you open, he doesn't know quite how to feel about it. Rare is it that the man ever gets considerably worried about anything, but he's just not sure how he's supposed to fit.

Much like everyone else, you're smaller than him. Perhaps not by a considerable amount, but you feel so goddamn tight around his fingers. Part of him is worried his dick will outright detach when he goes to pull out later.

Uncertainty is twisted on his face, and you think he's bound to burn two new holes in your junk if he stares at it with that perplexed expression any longer. You reach down for his wrist, trying to both soothe and ground him despite your own oncoming pleasurable brain fog.

Pulled from his thoughts, he looks up to meet your gaze and swallows. He can already tell what you're thinking. What you're about to ask. His hand stills for a moment.

"Don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," you breathe in response. "It'll be okay, yeah? We'll be okay."

He doesn't answer initially, seeming to contemplate your words. Soaking them in and visibly relaxing before he nods.

"Yeah, love."

When he's actually pushing into you, his eyes are trained on your face. One hand is cupping it, and the other thumbs slow circles over the thigh it's holding open. Not once does he look away. He's watching, ready at any second to internally reprimand himself if-

You whine. His hips stop dead immediately.

There's a sort of look he gives you. Questioning the noise in the silence that's followed it.

"Want it," you plead. "Simon.."

He has more trust in you than anything else in this world, honestly, and the way your brows are knitted, eyes fluttering just so with each soft pant.. How did he ever get so lucky? Whatever higher power it is that's spared him long enough to let him have you, he thanks for it.

He leans down farther, propping himself up on one elbow so he can tuck his face into your neck as he starts up again. With every sound that escapes, he peppers your throat with kisses. Each one makes the dull, burning ache from the stretch so very worth it.

"So good," he murmurs, like sinking into you is breathing new life into him. "Takin' it like a champ. Fuckin' beautiful."

He does eventually still again, not quite bottomed out, but content with the depth since you are. He just holds you and let's you adjust, grinding forward ever so carefully on occasion while he continues to whisper praises until you're ready for him to properly move.

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[celestialprincesse]

Simon Riley and his equally off putting autistic wife who love unnerving people with their weird niche military facts and awkward silences 💕🙃🫶

[v1x3n]

simon forcing his two litle toys to fuck, youre overstimulated as johnny pounds into you, swet dripping from his head as he waits for simons words of approval ♡

[ghostsandtoasts]

Augustine would get Lysandre things like novelty shirts, Lysandre finds them tacky but wears them around the house regardless, while Lysandre would get Augustine a custom tailored suit that the professor will wear once for some fancy event and promptly forget exists.

[crestapex]

Headcanon that I truly wouldn’t be surprised if Ghost has a few gray hairs… like not necessarily from age, but from stress and shit ya know?

If he ever decided to start growing out his facial hair I have a feel he’d have some small silver streaks or the occasional gray hair weaved in there. And he won’t really admit it, maybe not even to himself, but it makes him feel old, even though he knows he’s not that old. He’s not super pressed about it, still very confident in his looks, but occasionally he’ll take a gander in the mirror and inspect the gray with “Damn. Already?”

This is where you gotta come in and be like “hey that’s so fucking hot I want you to grab me by my chin and force me to look at you while you pound into me” 9/10 times has him puffing out his chest and licking his lips like a starved animal

And just imagine it if he ever does in fact make it to the point of retirement from the SAS… ohhh boy. Absolutely dying for the idea of Simon in his silver fox era

[tojisun]

this is you n simon actually 😭

[yoku-yukihime]

"Such a sweet, tormented soul... Please tell your princess all your woes one more time..."

[loveindefinitely]

simon 'ghost' riley + könig who act as your direct superiors during an undercover mission. not just any undercover mission, however; one at an elite event. dresses, tuxes, champagne -- all of it.

for some reason, the two seem more... agitated than usual, and after a close call with a tipsy man known for his handsy-nature, they drag you to a dark hallway, for 'recon'. and... something else, you soon find out, when hands reach for your thighs and lips meet yours.

turns out, suits and ties are much easier to get off than military uniforms...

[killerpancakeburger]

Y/N: *staring at a picture of Captain MacTavish* *sighs wistfully* 22!Soap: What does he have that I don't!? Y/N: Hmm... the scar? Scars are sex- Ghost: SOAP NO Soap: SOAP YES *evades Ghost and keeps trying to recreate 09!Soap's eye scar on himself*