#ghost^2

[opera-ghost]

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[featherfangart]

'It's not too late to learn, Fenris'

[eriochromatic]

you're not alone, look at my shadow I'm behind you like a ghost

[spiltspit]

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF 2 movie could cook with shadow Freddy,,

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

[journen]

So this was the page art I did for the Sunshine Soap Zine. 🧡 Soap and Ghost taking advantage of some quiet downtime on a mission as they wait to head back out again...

[the-palelady]

it’s hard for simon to focus on anything other than the way water glides down the expanse of your softened hips, your curves swaying with each move you make.

the man is literally drooling when you bend over to place your bar of soap back where it belongs, breasts bouncing, glistening in the lights of the bathroom when you straighten. residual soap drifts down your arms, legs, the top of your chest, down the planes of your round tummy.

and it’s when you turn that simon realizes you’ll be the death of him.

he knew this from the beginning of course, honeyed eyes watching the curl of your lips when you first graced him with your smile, the sun peaking out from behind the darkest of clouds.

but it’s now, you standing here swollen with his child, that he feels those rain clouds disperse. the final puzzle piece sliding into place.

you turned, eyebrows raised in question as simon looks down at you, his eyes mimicking that of a man starved.

“si? is everything alright?”

he was sure he looked like an idiot, smirking down at you in such a boyish way while he placed his hands at the dip of your hips, one hand snaking down to squeeze the plump of your ass. he was met with a squeak and a playful smack to his arm as you leaned into him, breasts flattening against his chest.

he didn’t mean for his voice to sound so full of hunger, but it was hard when you looked up at him under those fluttering lashes of yours.

“s’nothin’, mama. just thinkin’ ‘bout what i want for dinner tonight.”

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I 🩷 bikers

Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off

Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.

Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you

Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out

Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets

Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?

[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; thinking about how ghost gets under your skin juuust right after an argument.

you’re giving him the silent treatment as he’s floating around the house, carrying out little bits of service in an attempt to catch your attention again.

doing the dishes? nonsense, he’s always doing them anyways, even if he’s scrubbing the pot you left to soak—neglecting it because it was your least favorite dish to clean.

cleaning out the fridge? you could’ve sworn you’d done it last month—but it had to be so much longer, because he’s throwing out three glasses of expired sauces. (that neither of you had used since you first bought them)

cleaning out the shower? you’d just gone in there yourself, conditioner still slick on acrylic floor. but no biggie, he’s cleaning it off since he has to shower later, anyways.

and then, he’s returning to the living room where you sat, your fumes dying with every little task he works, to dust off and clean the 55-inch telly screen.

you still don’t meet his eyes, still insistent on being angry—even after all he’s been doing in an attempt to catch your attention. though once you look up, he’s already hooking a leash onto your dog and taking him out for a walk.

oh, so he just needed some air. maybe he was still upset, too.

nope. he’s coming home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, letting the dog free before returning to your form on the sofa.

he tilts his head around to catch your eye, you don’t give it to him. he tries to show off the flowers to you, and you look once, but then cast your eyes aside once more.

so he sighs, setting the flowers to your side, before getting on his knees in front of you. he holds your thighs as he kisses your knee, then rests his cheek on the same spot he’d pecked.

“c’mon, sweet’art. can’t stand the silence.”

and you relent, because he looks too damn good on his knees for you.

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[mellosdrawings]

Post-OP crash out rkgk

[cutiecusp]

Make Up.

Simon Riley watching you as you put on your make up. Tw. Mentions of his mother's trauma.

...................

"Wha's tha for?"

Putting your brush on the palette, you apply your highlighter. Tilting your cheek to show off the colour.

"Highlights my face, Si. You use it where the light hits your face."

He nods, taking it in.

"What's the sparkly stuff I got you for your birthday?" He asks after a minute.

You pull out some of your make up, a soft smile on your face as you explain your steps, watching him take it all in,a mental note to replenish anything you are low on.

"It's a skill, love. An artist with all that shit." He gruffs, an almost proud smirk on his face.

"It's taken me a long time to figure out what I like. I won't even tell you about thin brows, dream matte mouse or foundation lips." You laugh.

He looks at you, brushing a hair out of your face.

"You are beautiful, you know?" He says softly.

"With all the make up, without it all, I love seeing you do your thing."

You smile, finishing off your face with setting spray, beaming at yourself in the mirror.

"Love you too Simon."

He smiles back and squeezes your hand.

What Simon doesn't tell you is for years he had to watch his mother use make up to cover up bruises and marks, so to watch you be creative and use make up for something positive heals him a little, even if he doesn't know what half the stuff does.

"Love you too, sweetheart." He says instead.

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[bimboghostface]

Part 2 of Simon Riley and pilates princess!reader

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

You jolt at the contact on your shoulder, whipping your head around at break-neck speed, only to find a set of rippling pecs in your line of vision. Slowly, you trail your eyes up, tipping your chin all the way back to take in the behemoth that is Simon Riley.

"Oh man, you scared the shit out of me! Heh, do I really look that oblivious?"

"Oh no, love, just a little lost. Tell me, what are you looking to do? Tone up? Bulk? You want a sleeper build?" He looks down at you with tawny doe eyes, almost like he's assessing you. You don't miss how his eyes flick to other parts of your body, namely your chest and hips.

You let out an airy laugh, and look down at your pristine white air forces bashfully. "Oh, you know, I just wanna tone up a bit. Maybe lose some fat. I don't know, all I've really done up to this point is dance, yoga, and pilates."

"That's the impression I got. You look like a proper princess." He immediately face palms, then rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry- sorry! That was rude... You probably think me a right bastard now."

You laugh heartily, and nudge his shoulder playfully. You bite your lip thoughtfully, then toss your ponytail over your shoulder and put your hands on your hips in a confident manner. "Well, I am a princess... In many respects."

Simon feels a blush crawl up his neck, and he chuckles deeply. His laugh sounds like tires rolling over gravel, and you can't help but swoon internally. "Right... Anyways, how's about I get you set up on these weights"

Simon spends the next half hour showing you how to do rows, the Arnold press, Bulgarian split squats, and many other exercises. He insists upon sticking around to 'observe your form,' and observe your form he does. He watches as the muscles in your arms strain, and he would be a fool to miss the way your ass and thighs quiver with the squats.

After you finish your sets, Simon walks you over to the water fountain, and moves your hair out of the way so you can drink. "So, what's a bird like you wanna lose fat for anyways? I think you're proper fit, I mean- your absolutely stunnin."

You nearly choke on the stream of water, causing you to shoot up abruptly. Smiling shyly, you feel the need to explain yourself. "Well, I don't know, I just wanna be a little skinnier. I- um- thank you though."

The two of you smile at each other, your hearts beating wildly before someone whistles. You both look behind Simon to find a prickly old woman impatiently tapping her foot. You guys move from the fountain, giggling together quietly.

"Say, why don't I buy you a protein shake, and then I help you with some stretches before you head off?" Simon offers, testing the waters.

"Oh! I would love that, actually~"

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[bluerosefox]

F*ck Forgiveness. I Want Vengeance.

Hmmmm

Another DeadTired idea. And Ghost King Danny with Consort Tim.

Tim dies a bitter ended death with the Batfam (Maybe during his RR run and isn't caught by Dick when he is kicked out of WE window? Or its in the future where his relationship between the bats is bad.)

So yeah Tim dies. And wakes in the Infinite Realms and learns to unlive in that Realm and gained a wonderful afterlife.

And somehow manages to gain the attention of the Ghost King, King Phantom and somehow manages to become his Consort after some adorable ghost courting.

Despite the fact he's been dead for like a few months in his original Realms timeline, time in the Infinite Realms is more ocean like than riverish, Tim has been happily married to his husband for what feels like eons.

So Tim was not, very very not happy when his ghost is suddenly pulled away from his anniversary dinner and stuffed back into his body.

He hears yelling and fighting, wakes to see the Bats fighting League Assassins while Batman is fighting Ra's in rage.

And Tim.

He isn't happy at all.

He already figured it out, connected the dots.

Oh Ra's was going to regret bringing him back. The Bats, and he KNOWS they should had respected his last wishes to be fucking cremated, ashes scattered in space, so THIS wouldn't had happened.

Cause Tim wasn't playing around anymore.