#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.

[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.

[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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[yoku-yukihime]

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

[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 ♡

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

Yknow those posts or au[?] with 22 Ghoap rmbering or at least having vague memories of their past lives [09 Ghoap] And while I absolutely adore that idea don't get me wrong...Do you think we could think about Price? The man who survived? The man who witnessed it all before him? Who watched this man, this young boy, who he knew, maybe not for long, but had the idea that Soap and Ghost had something at least ripped away only for Soap to die too? Only in his next life he sees them again and he cant help but get a twinge of ache in his chest. It feels...wrong. It feels disturbing, he shouldn't but it leaves him awake some nights that something horrible might happen. He will lose someone important again. Even in the next life he is not safe. It's just another cycle he cannot rid himself of. He looks at Ghost and Soap and he cant help but feel like something might happen. He will try to keep his men safe, but how will he know? Hell, what about Gaz as well? Price looks at the three of them and cant help but get this minor flash back of something grim and horrible. But it doesnt end there. He sees Shepherd and Makarov and a deep unsettling feeling in his gut. Something will happen. And for once, he's not sure if there will be anything he can do.

[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.

[tojisun]

this is you n simon actually 😭

[linatheweirdooo]

Nuzi

[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*

[circusinthewalls]

Very, Very Fuckin' Sleepy Ghost Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[Masterlist]

This is the only thing keepin' me from falling back asleep right now. Y'know how ridiculous that is? Simon 'Ghost' goddamn Riley and thoughts about his stupid gorgeous self bein' the only thing keepin' my exhausted ass awake this early in the mornin'.

Anyway, it's early for you, too, as luck would have it. You're a little pissy, seeing as your alarm meant to wake you up for work during the week has gone off during the weekend after you accidentally set it last night out of habit, so now you're pouting. Simon reaches out for you, fairly tired himself, still groggy but awoken by your disgruntled shifting about in bed.

You just bat his hand away, whining. Stubborn thing. Don't you know you look all sorts of pretty with your eyes squeezed shut and your brow knitted together like that? Can't blame him for wanting to kiss you. Only once, baby, please? Let him make it better.

His lips do eventually meet your skin, warm and gentle, much like the hands that follow suit. Oh, beautiful thing. He loves you so. Wholeheartedly adores you. He's not quite lucid enough to express it with words, but the way he cups your face is enough for you to understand it.

He peppers small, tender kisses over your cheeks, nose brushing with yours with every movement. Not that you mind. You're already starting to doze off again, sour mood masterfully tempered by the kindness Simon seems to have reserved only for you.

By the time his lips are pressing to your temple, one of his hands has left your face. It moves down, skimming over your side where it travels a languid path to splay out in the small of your back, guiding you closer. There are no protests from you this time.

Instead, you simply move with him, cozying up against his front. He gives a few more lasting pecks to your forehead as you tuck beneath his chin, then finally relaxes, idly stroking your skin to coax himself back to sleep along with you.

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