#ghost thoughts

[dmitriene]

cw: breeding kink.

simon ghost riley asks you for a baby, with his cock a heavy weight against your fluttering, glossy folds, glistening wet with pooling slick at the seam of your cunt, smeared along your clenched, supple thighs, the leaking tip of his cock is right there, teasing over your twitching lips, sopping, parting around his meaty girth with viscous strings of your gathered arousal, his muscular, beefy chest plastered against your arching back, as he tugs you forcefully, grasping at your supple sides.

pleads you to give him it, and you can't think, not with your woozy mind floating somewhere distant, lightheaded, his cock filling your pulsing hole just in time as your pussy gushes down, slicking down the root of his twitching, swollen cock, breaching inside of you, stretching out your thin, sensitive walls and feeling how you squeeze down tight, making his hips jump, flat against your plump, round ass, the heaviness of his taut balls right there, brushing over your puffen folds.

you sob and moan, feel the searing, blooming heat just below your belly, coiling, burning a patch to the neglected, warm nub of your clit, as your hips squirm, pushing back, sinking down, slick heat of your pussy clenching around his ramming, girthy cock, clutching him in, chocking along the gummy ridges of your squelching hole, as simon ruts in, your leg gliding along his, shivering at the feel of his short hairs fuzzed up, his hands mapping over your body, calloused palm flat over the fat of your tit, fingers sinking in, groping.

simon's voice is broken behind you, panting against your parting mouth, when your head lolls aside to meet his kisses, his tongue licking over your pouting, wobbling lips, coating them in drool, sticking his tongue against yours, suckling, flesh of his lips chapped, tissued, and you hiccup in the feeling, as he fondles with your tits, alternating messily between all this lovely fatness, snarling, growling that you will look good with them lactating, full with milk for the baby you would nurture in your womb.

he wants a family, wants you going around with your belly full, bloated out because of the pregnancy, and he needs your cunt to take every drop of his cum, thick ropes of seed spurting against your cervix, his tip butting in, twitching and filling your seizing, gushing cunt, your whole body quivering, writhing at every fresh, steady roll of simon's broad hips, cock plugging your creamy hole, as he shushes your overstimulated, breathy cries, your orgasm still haven't left your body, cramping in your stomach.

it's gotta take in, hoarse, gritted voice rings in your ears, your body long gone boneless, limbs light, easily arranged as he makes you curl, calloused hands smoothing over the dips of your body and your soaked thighs, his cock sliding even deeper, a short, smooth glide, as you hiccup in the pillow at your right, bleary eyes searching for simon, as his thumb presses under your jaw, directing your face aside, where you meet his smoldering, softened gaze, nuzzling in his bristled cheek, and just like that, you pass asleep.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[ghostbeam]

x reader defender till I die people are out here figuring out how to write the most fully fleshed out most interesting readers ever with backstory and personality while maintaining a relatability that is so true to life it's like im looking in a mirror and ur gonna look at me and say that it's a lesser form of fanfic

[gothdaddyissues]

He brought back the red jacket...

That he only wore once before...

When he first became Papa...

And sang Sympathy for the Devil....

Where, in the lyrics, he proclaims himself Lucifer...

Also wears it to perform Square Hammer...

Where he sings "are you ready to swear right here right now, before the devil..."

(At my Ritual he pointed at himself when he said this...)

THIS CAN'T BE INSIGNIFICANT

[burythecarnival]

if someone could make me french toast, drink mimosas with me, make me cum like three times then cuddle with me while watching cartoons, that would be really fucking neato.

[pandasleepy07]

Papa V Theories

A reflection, Papa V has moonish vibes. What lights up the moon? A reflection of the sun. He follows Copia, whose colour scheme very much matched the sun, as did his songs. What if Papa V is a mix and a reflection of all the good and bad the papas had? I have this whole feeling that Perpetua is just them all living on through him. I've had a whole conversation with my roommate about him. He has something of everyone else before him. He has Primo's glittery robe front, Secondo's staff, Terzo's purple and claws and Copia's chest jewelry and cape style. Looking at his face, he has similar eye structure as Primo, the same nose as Secondo, some of Terzo's face paint, and Copia's lip style. Or maybe I was staring at this for too long. 

Perpetua is Latin, pulled from "perpetuus" which meanings "everlasting" or "eternal". So in my mind it's going "they all live on through him".

@ourfatherwhoartinhell I know you mentioned something about him not really knowing he was in the satanic ministry and there's a saint with the same name who wrote The Passion of Saints Perpetua and Felicity which was a journal that told the story of her trial and imprisonment along with other Christians, including Felicity who was a pregnant slave. What does my mind do with that information? Papa V is a reincarnation of her and doesn't realize that he's in the wrong place but still has a message to spread. But what if, after she died, instead of going to heaven, something happened and she was sent to hell? What if Satan gave her a second chance because she was wronged and reincarnated her? Who knows

ss from @/im_ghostified on instagram

Now these are just my silly little thoughts, I'm sure they'll change as we get more of our new Papa, the new album and when I see him live in concert.

[casperghoost]

HUGE fan of Ghost songs that chant Satanic phrases in Latin <3

[glitchysinmybasement]

listen, I live in depth ghoul lore as much as the next ghost fan, but I also love the idea that they’re all constantly getting into Loony Tunes shenanigans, and always interpreting their papas instructions incorrectly.

“Alright guys, Papa told us to take this guy out, so let’s give ‘em a night they won’t forget!” A ghoul growls.

it then cuts to all of the Impera ghouls seated around a nice dinner table with the enemy, eating at an Italian restaurant.

[ebodebo]

just realized if simon riley and i got married, my name would literally be “rylea riley”

[0chemicalwaste0]

The fucking high notes in Ghost’s new song have me screaming and crying!!! Like wtf they are fucking amazing and the new costumes UUUUUUUGH!!!! How do they me expect to go on after seeing something like that!!!

[cryoshad]

gravity falls is NOT long enough. i dont care what alex hirsch said. i need more

[dmitriene]

simon riley is the man that rarely wears any shirts when he's at home, and you match him well, trotting around with no pants, wearing exactly one of his pajama, loose button up blouses, fabric long enough to stream down and sway at your supple thighs, a one of the most tantalizing sights, for sure, while he's left wearing the matching pants, hanging low on his wide hips.

you get to gape at the pretty body of his for days on end, at the way his scarred, tissued skin pulls taut over the rippling, sinewy muscles of his stretched out shoulders and ample chest, defined pectorals less soft than his stomach are, padded with a squishy looking, healthy layer of fat that hides the couple sculpted cubs of his abdominal muscles, underbelly sticking right atop the treasure tail of his happy hairs, turning more brunette where they run beneath the waistband.

the sharp, cut standing line that separates simon's waist from his hips makes you stare like a woman starved, roving all over everything you can set your enraptured gaze at, and it's a hard work to hold the simmering heat from flooding your face wholly, as if you didn't saw him like that before, and more than that, completely naked as well, but he's always an eye candy, messy all over from his tousled hair to naked feet, pale morning sun playing along to glow up his features.

you're not the only one to look, though, the unwavering, molten gaze of his amber eyes watching you from every corner of the house, hungry, attentively, tracing the swell of your ass that is clad in nothing more than a skimpy pair of panties he get's to see when you bend over, or stretch up with your hands, making this blouse on you ride up, bunching into uneven folds, revealing glimpses of skin, round thighs and plump asscheeks, that he strives to squeeze and feel over his own.

there's pure greed when you paw at each other, not a single routine duty in the house passes without you and simon making out with each other, his roughened hands cupping over your curves and full parts he can fondle, your nails raking up from his waist and to his chest, crossing over line of spine and digging there, whispering with heat and desperation mingled when your mouthes meet, clattering teeth's and tongues fighting.

an obsession with each other, nothing less, and it's the best relationship in the world, where you can present yourself with need and want, body bracing over and down every surface imaginable, and he's already there, your sweet, gorgeous simon, with his cock standing ready and proud, slit beady with dripping precum, just as wet as your pussy, gushing and twitching in excitement, inviting him closer, in, until you both sate that chaotic need.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[ghostbeam]

I bet choso is so weird when he’s into u like u go out with friends and he just stares at u and it’s like that for weeks like he just doesn’t say anything to u first ever but he’s just. Always there he doesn’t really know what to do about it but he knows in his brain ur already his and like sometimes he’s next to u in the bar like on guard looking over your shoulder and u don’t even realize it until u turn around and more often than not he scares the shit out of you but eventually u get kind of used to him always being there and you’re not sure what changed or if anything ever did but now your leaning into him and letting him hold his arm across your chest protectively and sometimes he gets this scary look on his face when people look at you but honestly you don’t even mind it

[iamthecomet]

hi, how about Dew being Very Normal about Aether's chest? cus ik he loves all of it, the hair, the size, how it feels to squish it

When they sleep together. Dew sleeps with his head on Aether's chest. Cheek pillowed over his ever-steady heartbeat. Aether's arm curled around Dew's waist--holding him flush against his side. When he wakes, Dew will nuzzle into the soft swell of Aether's chest. Hand coming up to palm at the other side. To pinch the nipple and bask in the little sleepy gasp it gets him. He could feel it for hours. Just sit there, eyes half closed. Massaging his fingers into that soft flesh. Feeling the hair beneath his fingers. Nuzzling into it. Mouthing over nipples. Licking up between them. Sucking each nipple until it's puffy and red. Until Aether whines and arches up against Dew. Until it's so good it almost hurts. When they fuck--Dew likes to be on top--even if he's bottoming. Likes to ride, so he can keep his hands on Aether's tits the whole time. Likes to push Aether's legs back, until his knees are nearly at his ears--folding him in half to watch the way it changes his chest. Squeezes his pecs together, pushes them up toward Aether's chin. "Too bad they're not bigger," Dew mumbles out one evening as he's pistoning in and out of Aether's plaint body. "Could watch you suck on them." Aether moans, ragged. A violet blush darkening on his cheeks. Eyes fluttering closed as he pictures it. "You wanna? Suck your own tits for me?" Aether nods, and Dew falls so deep into the mental image that he cums almost immediately. He thinks about it all the time. When they're on tour and Aether's home--thousands of miles away--Dew will ask for tit pics. Feeling like a horny teenager. Begging for just a glimpse. Something to jack off too--and, though he'll never admit it--comfort. It's the first thing he does when he gets home. Throws himself into Aether's arms and buries his face in the soft expanse of his chest. He has things to do. Bags to unpack. Debriefings to have. Meals to eat. But first--first he needs to get Aether's shirt off. He needs to knead, and suck, and touch. He needs to lay his head down over the soft swell of Aether's chest--and let the steady beat of his heart lull him into the first deep sleep he's had in months.

[burythecarnival]

*huffs* it has been so long since i have gotten eaten out which is ridiculous because i deserve a mouth all over me daily. i am like, fucking aching for it but i have zero volunteers *hides under blanket*

[sgt-toasted-bug]

Need a t-shirt duo where one says "I feel the constant and desperate need to do whatever it takes all the time" and the other one says "I'm whatever it takes"

[blaircozano1977]

Guys I'm about to finish a script that talks about Ghost theories that are currently circulating like "Papa III is the new Papa" and "The new papa is Copia's twin brother"

Then I realized I can't upload long videos on X or Tumblr.

Also, I am forced not to post anything on my YouTube channel because of my mother, as she is monitoring the channel until I finish my studies this year, That's why I don't post anything on it and not active on it 🤡🤡

soo, Should I continue working on the video and put it in a section where anyone with the link can watch it, or should I stop writing the script and go and continue studying?!! 🤡🤡

The video will include talking about the theory of the third Pope and also explaining the theory of why we think that Papa V Perpetua is the twin brother of Copia. 😃

So should I finish it or what? 🤡