#GHOST

[pickled0ctopus]

for study... of course

[nonetoon]

A ghost and his roommate and some buttons 📌

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p

[orphicrites]

CRYING

[kllypsooo]

Front view practice featuring the Papas

[hxcfairy]

[x]

[zanncom]

if you had life eternal ｡𖦹°‧

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon, tits or ass question

Simon never understood the whole ass or tits debate.

It was the kind of question that got tossed around by the younger recruits, the loud, cocky ones who acted like they’d never touched a woman—probably hadn’t—let alone knew where to find a clit. He’d hear it in the barracks, in the gym, during downtime on base, always the same brainless conversation.

And every damn time, his mind went straight to you. His fiancée.

Sure, Simon liked your ass. Liked the way it felt in his hands, the way he could squeeze it in public just to hear you scold him, swatting his arm and hissing about other people being around—like he gave a shit. He liked resting his head on it, treating it like a pillow when you laid on your stomach, liked feeling it press up against him in the middle of the night when you shifted in your sleep.

But he also liked your tits.

Liked watching them bounce when you ran on the treadmill in that little sports bra and shorts. Liked sinking his face into them after long, brutal days, letting himself get lost in your warmth. Liked sneaking up behind you while you got ready, pressing his hands over them just to hear you sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused.

But then there were your eyes.

Simon fucking loved your eyes. Loved that he could stare into them whenever he wanted because you were his and that meant he had that privilege. Loved the way you squinted when the sun was too bright, how you’d complain about it getting in your face while he just stood there, mesmerized by how it made your irises glow. He got grumpy whenever you wore sunglasses. Not that he’d admit it, because it meant he couldn’t see them, just his own damn reflection staring back at him.

And your hair. Jesus.

Then there was your hair—your sweet-smelling hair that he could sit for hours just breathing in. He loved the way it felt against his skin, whether it was soft, loose or styled with care. Loved when you let him play with it, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing half the time. And when you slept, he didn’t mind if it ended up in his face, didn’t care if it tickled or got in the way. he’d just bury himself deeper, content in the warmth of you.

Then there were your legs.

Simon liked them no matter what. He liked the slight prickle when your hair started growing back, liked running his hands up and down your thighs just to feel the texture. But he also liked when you let him shave them, taking his time, careful and precise, making sure not to nick you. Didn’t matter if they were smooth, stubbled, or fully grown out—he just liked you.

Your hands. Your belly. Your arms. Your face. Every part of you.

So no, Simon never really understood the whole ass or tits question. It was too small, too simple.

Because he didn’t just like your ass or your tits.

He liked you.

[codnasties]

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https://x.com/WhiteGangbangs/status/1915168303695487332?t=c89ilG4-bQQy9HaIKGXBQA&s=19

had to switch it up a bit 🫣

big masked boys gangbang 👻🗡🥷 (🌽 link)

some of us have dreamed about being not only fucked, but used by multiple men at the same time. specially if they are of the beefy, tall and misterious kind. and masked on top of that. of course i'm talking about keegan, ghost and konig.

because think about it: just three big masked men gangbanging you. taking turns claiming your pussy. using your body for their own pleasure. being surrounded by muscular men that are so good they keep making you cum again and again.

currently with keegan abusing your pussy relentlessly, having you fully speared on his long cock. his hands on your tighs, keeping your legs spread and preventing you from closing them. he wants to see the way your greedy hole keeps taking more and more, almost like sucking him in.

ghost wanting you to suck on his thick member. taking to his advantage that your mouth hangs open in pleasure to push his bulbous tip in - which seems to be almost as much as you can take without choking on it -. and all of that as you try your best to jerk off konig's cock. your hand trying to move up and down, but you are too cock-drunk to do it, so at least try to keep your fist closed so he can fuck it.

for sure they do switch it up, they all want a taste of sweet cunt

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Solace, painting by Gloomy Grove

[ebodebo]

more neighbor!simon… previous post

tw: somnophilia & slut shaming (not by simon)

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you sit in the center of your bed, your head propped on your knee, with nail polish in hand as you carefully paint your toenails.

you flinch, spilling the polish on your sheets, as you hear the familiar pounding of your front door and grunts from a low voice.

the door slowly creaks open, and you can hear calculated steps approaching.

“simon?” you ask hopefully, sitting up rigidly as your nail polish smudges.

bile threatens to escape your throat as footsteps enter your room, and instead of your kind neighbor, simon, it’s your insane ex-boyfriend.

“simon’s not here anymore, sweet girl,” he said with a toothy grin, a cigarette in his mouth as he carried a crowbar. “it’s just me and you. for now.”

you let out a shriek as he lifts the crowbar overhead. “always knew you were a slut,” he croaks, venom dripping from his tongue as he swings the crowbar down to strike you.

you stir awake, gasping for air as perspiration gathers on your forehead. you surge to sit up, eyes wide, as your hands press against your bare thigh to ensure it was just a nightmare.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you realize you’re alive and it wasn't real, but you also know there is no way you would be able to sleep alone.

that’s when you hear soft snores coming from your living room, and with desperation, you slip out of bed, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand.

you inhale another breath, still shaky as you pad along the vinyl floor to the living room. simon is lying on his stomach on the couch in sweatpants and no shirt.

his cheek is pressed into the leather as he snores lightly. his arm hangs off the side and grazes the cold vinyl.

he looks like the epitome of tranquility.

you feel bad that you would be interrupting his peaceful sleep, but you need to sleep too. maybe he’d sleep even better on an actual mattress instead of slumming it on your couch, even though his bed is right next door.

the whole thought tickles you every time you think about it.

he’d rather crash on your couch, than walk twenty steps to his bed.

what a guy.

“simon,” you whisper lightly.

he stirs a little, but he doesn’t answer.

“simon,” you say a little louder, tapping his bare shoulder slightly.

he flicks his eyes open. “you alright?”

you shake your head. “i had a nightmare.”

he hums, his finger tapping against the flooring. “want to sleep right here? i can sit on the other couch while you sleep?”

his offer makes you smile. “i was thinking you could…sleep in my room…with me?”

he nods sleepily. “okay with anything as long as you sleep.”

“i’ll sleep better if you’re next to me,” you murmur.

you swear you see him smile, too, but it drops as he moves off the couch before you can ask. he stands, stretching, as he follows behind you to your room.

“which side are you?” he asks, trudging behind you to your room.

“always right,” you say, slipping onto your side of the bed as he goes around to his.

“good. i liked left better anyway,” he rumbles, slipping into the bed without bothering to get under the covers.

“you want some covers?” you ask, already feeling more at ease with him beside you.

“no. sleep hot,” he explains, laying his head on the pillow, and shutting his eyes gently. “wake me up if you have another nightmare, yeah?”

“i will,” you mumble as you rest your head against your pillow, the soft lull of sleep licking your brain quicker than you thought.

you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep as you feel the cool sheets and warm presence beside you in just a few minutes.

in the depths of the night, you find yourself sprawled out on your bed, wide awake, completely naked. simon is on his knees in front of you, his hand tugging your ankles closer to the edge of the bed.

“fuckin’ soaked just like i thought you’d be,” he mutters with pleasure, making you squirm deeper into the mattress. “you gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?”

you chew on your lip. “please.”

“yeah? you want me to?” he goads, lips hovering over your dripping cunt.

“yes. fuck. please,” you push yourself against his face, urging him.

“greedy fuckin’ girl,” he mumbles, a smirk on his face as he licks a stripe across your cunt that sends a deep ache to your lower stomach.

“ah—simon,” you mewl as his tongue slides across your clit.

“what, baby? feel good?” he asks, tongue flicks your sensitive bud.

“fuck. yes,” you find yourself grinding into his face trying to coax your orgasm.

“oh, baby. fuckin’ insatiable, aren’t you?” he mumbles into your cunt as his tongue moves faster inside you.

“shit, simon,” you moan, grinding agasint his face faster. “so—close,” you choke out, hand coming to thread in his light hair to push him deeper.

his tongue moving and tweaking your bud, with precision. “come on my face, sweetheart. cover me,” he encourages, giving your hip a squeeze.

your body convulses as you come on his face, gripping the sheets under you for support as you ride your orgasm out.

you lean your head back with a satisfied moan, your eyes flicking to look at him. you pull his hair, so he looks at you.

when he lifts his head, his lips gleam with your fresh arousal, and his face and body morph into a dog right before your eyes.

before he barks, you jerk awake, horrified to find yourself flat against the side of simon’s body. your leg rests over his thigh, and when you look down, you see a large wet spot on his light sweatpants.

you drop your leg, pulling up your large shirt to see that a large amount of arousal has made your panties see-through.

you had a wet dream.

of simon.

and used him as your own personal vibrator and leaked your arousal onto him as he slept next to you.

the realization makes you want to die and let the earth swallow you whole. but since that’s impossible now, you flip over, moving to the edge of your side of the bed.

still in your soaked panties, you tightly shut your eyes, hoping that eventually you’ll fall back asleep, just grateful he didn’t wake up and catch you.

poor girl.

you didn’t even realize that as you were grinding against simon’s hip as you were sleeping, he had stroked himself two times over fast and hard until he came all over his hand with a deep groan.

each time he grabbed a small tissue from the side table to clean himself up and tossed them under the bed; he’d throw them away in the morning.

eh, guess some mutts just can’t be house broken.

[bmtillerbabe]

This why Soap be drooling over Ghost's massive tiddies 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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[rawme-price]

Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.

Edit for clarification: ripped = extremely defined muscles.

[ethe-realfantasy]

It's late and you’re curled up on Simon’s couch as the movie you were just watching comes to an end. Riley lays snoozing at your feet, one of her paws twitching in a dream. You're nestled into Simon’s side beneath a worn but warm throw blanket. When you shift beside him, suddenly overcome by sleep, you let out a soft, high-pitched hum. A tiny release that escapes you as you move, a little sound of contentment.

Simon’s body freezes immediately.

You don't notice it at first, with your eyes still half on the screen, half lost in the sleepy afterglow of the movie. But he does. Every nerve in him reacts to that sound like someone flipped a switch inside him. He is rock hard in an instant.

His jaw clenches and his heart starts to race.

You tilt your head toward him, catching the sudden tension in his body. “What?” you ask gently, with curious eyes.

He blinks at you like he's trying to rejoin reality. “Do that again.”

“Do what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“That sound,” he says, shifting slightly away from you, like he needs space to get a grip on himself. “The little sigh. Just… do it again.”

You narrow your eyes, now smiling, but still confused. “What sound, Simon?”

“You know what sound," he says and his energy changes. His voice is low, almost a growl, but playful. "C'mere."

"You're hearing things."

"Am I now?"

You sense the shift in his energy and move slowly toward the edge of the couch. “I didn't do anything!” you giggle.

His eyes flash and there is something hungry behind them. Without warning, he shoots up and you shriek with laughter, jumping up from the couch as Riley blinks awake and watches the sudden chaos unfold. You dart toward the hallway, still giggling.

“Simon!” you squeal, laughing breathlessly as you dodge away from him into the kitchen. He's already chasing you. "What's gotten into you?"

“Do you think you can get away with that?”

“I don’t even know what sound you mean!”

He catches up in three long steps, grabbing you gently but firmly around the waist and lifting you clean off the ground. You laugh even harder now and it echoes through his flat like sunshine. Both of you are breathless, both smiling like idiots.

“You’re insane,“ you laugh, as he presses his face into your stomach, ”put me down!“

„You have no idea what that did to me.“

You twist in his hold, cheeks flushed and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders as your giggles soften. “You’re being ridiculous."

“Let’s see if you can make more of those,“ he murmurs, already carrying you back to the couch.

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Cant wait!