#ghost*

[titsay]

[celestialprincesse]

Thinking about Simon going to his local animal shelter after retirement because his therapist recommended he get a pet in order to keep himself busy, have a reason to get up in the mornings and just overall have some company.

Not only does he end up going home with a dog, but also one of the cute shelter volunteers who tried desperately to get him to take home some (all) of the pets who've been in there the longest.

When they do inevitably move in together, she tries (and fails) to sneakily bring home as many of the scraggly little drop offs she can because they're so cute and sweet and no one else even passes them a second glance.

They turn into that one slightly odd couple with like ten dogs and six cats, and they're always up at weird hours to feed the latest fragile little foster baby they've somehow been put in charge of looking after.

He ends up loving all the animals, how rewarding it is to see them grow, and the bittersweet moments when they finally find their forever homes.

He loves it so much, in fact, that he decides to open a K9 rehabilitation program, combining his military expertise and her veterinary knowledge and, of course, their shared love of animals.

Together, they take former working animals, retraining them to be safely and comfortably reintegrated back into day-to-day life before pairing them with their forever families (who, unsurprisingly, tend to be veterans in a similar situation to Simon's).

All of the guys he served with visit his place, and very few of them leave without a leash in their hand and a new friend at their heels.

[lovifie]

Soon, on Lovifie's blog...

Highschool sweetheart Simon Riley, that breaks your heart on prom night when he tells you that he is enlisting in a week. Never hearing back from him again until he knocks at your door in the middle of the night, 18 years later, asking if he can spend the night.

Only he is technically using your little home as a safe house for him and the 141; and later when he thinks everyone is asleep he sinks his thick hard cock deep into your soaking cunt to show his gratitude for opening your door for him.

Whispering apologies and promises of sticking around this time, as the tip of his leaking dick kisses your cervix making you roll your eyes.

Your feet sitting on top of his to have some leverage as he bends you over the kitchen counter, interlocking his fingers with you as he kisses your cheek.

His forehead resting on your temple as he confesses how he thought about you every single day of the last two decades, how he is going to come back and marry you, how good you feel wrapped around him, how he is so close to filling you up.

And the next morning when the team wakes up and sees you two sleeping in each other's arms, they don't comment; simply waking Simon up.

He says goodbye with a kiss in your lips and a promise to come back in his.

[chibird]

Little ghost reminder! For anyone who may be having a tough time right now!

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[leshyyx]

For people that aren't tuned in to ghostwt, there's a rumour going around that ghost fans are now banned from the mausoleum where the chapters are filmed. This stemmed from a tweet of someone being asked to leave by the staff at the mausoleum and called disrespectful due to showing up in full cosplay and attempting to do a photoshoot without consent.

I've attended a ghost event at the mausoleum myself, and the staff were amazing and kind, unlike what this person is trying to portray. You can't show up to an active gravesite where burials still take place without permission and treat it like your own personal playground - I thought this would be common sense. Email them, call them, send a message via social media, do whatever, but you need permission from them to visit and especially to do any form of photoshoot.

What this person did was extremely disrespectful, and I hope other ghost fans take note because otherwise, people will get banned from the site permanently.

[stressghoul]

i’ll have her home by 10 ur daughter calls me daddy too

[dante-mightdie]

part two of the bluecollar!simon cheating scenario

c/w: slight dub-con, crying during sex, simon and reader are both pathetic, fem!reader

he woke up the next day with a splitting headache and an instant reminder of how badly he fucked up last night. a heavy sigh leaves his lips when he realised you aren’t in bed with him, he worries you might not even be in the house at all

he doesn’t waste any time in getting out of bed, opting to shower before he comes to find you. he thinks it might not work in his favour to greet you with the smell of beer and perfume still lingering on him

after his shower, he walks out of your bedroom and he’s hit with the smell of fresh coffee when he steps into the hallways. nothing but a pair of grey trackies on when he steps into the kitchen to see you. your eyes flick up to meet his the second he steps in, your lips tugging into a frown

he leans against the door frame, watching your sunken form as you prepare two mugs of coffee. your eyes are red raw and still look a bit glossy. simon looks at the floor before looking at you

“I didn’t fuck her, you know?” he says, as if that makes it better and in a sense it does. this doesn’t mean it hasn’t absolutely devastated you

“good to know.” you say with a pursed smile, and you look like your holding back tears. simon walks over and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“please, don’t be upset with me. ‘m sorry, was just a drunk mistake.” he pleads, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. you feel him grind his hips against your backside. you try and slip out of his grip but he just holds you tighter, his fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties

“simon, stop… you can’t just… you can’t just kiss me. and make it all better…” you sniffle, bringing your hand up to muffle your cries. he shushes you softly, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth

“lemme try, lovie…” he mumbles, grinding his growing ercetion against your ass again. he carries on kissing your neck, sucking light marks into your skin as his fingers dip further into your panties and drag over your clit

he waits for you to really protest against him, but you don’t. he hears your soft whimpers and feels your hand reach back to tangle into his hair, holding his face into your neck. “that feels good, si… do that again…”

he repeats his actions and you let out another choked sob. you feel absolutely pathetic for letting him touch you like this so soon after what he did. but deep down, really deep down… you know you were going to forgive him anyway

you can hear him mumbling apologies and sweet things against your skin, his hands yanking your panties down and pushing the shirt you slept in over your hips. “bed was so cold without you, lovie… don’t ever wanna sleep without you again…”

your lip quivers as he continues sweet talking himself further and further into your panties. from behind you, you feel him pulling his trackies down just enough to pull his cock out and then you feel his tip drag through your wet folds

more tears slip down your cheeks when he pushes inside all the way to the hilt, holding himself still for a minute to adjust to the stretch. his hands grip your hips, holding you tight against him, “you’re such a bastard, simon…”

he nuzzles further into your neck when you cry but he feels you push your ass back further against him, desperate for the comfort that only his touch can provide. he drags his cock out, leaving only the tip inside before filling you again with one swift thrust

you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs each time he fucks his cock into you. soft gasps leaving your lips as your fingers yank on his soft locks

“I know I am, lovie. don’t deserve you… too good for a horrible prick like me…” he says, pulling back to watch his cock drag in and out of you from behind. groaning when he sees your slick making it glisten. he gives your ass a hearty slap just to hear you whine for him

your head falls forward, eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of his tip bumping against that spongy spot inside you. he rests his forehead in between your shoulder blades, his own shoulder wracking with sobs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the room echoing with skin slapping skin

“I’m sorry.” he sobs, “I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. tell me your mine, lovie. tell me you’re not leaving me.”

his thrusts get sloppy as his tears wet the skin of your back. he’s pathetic, but so are you. so you sob back, “I’m yours, simon… ‘m still yours. I’m not leaving…”

and when he hears those words, he finishes inside you with a loud groan…

[s-oaps]

EASY, BREEZY, BEAUTIFUL - TASK FORCE 141

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[moondirti]

sorry to the soft simon lovers but i am fixating on the idea of him being too abrasive for greater society. no, hear me out. he can't be normal after what he’s been through. after what he's done.

cw: dead dove. sadism. inferred sexism and stalking. punitive harassment. idk guys he's gross. 18+ MDNI

he's just a little too odd, grim, ugly, cruel, rude. he stares too long and makes jokes that strike the wrong chord in most. he's into things that are not as sexual as they are humiliating to his partners, and can not be satisfied by any relationship his therapist would deem as healthy. even physically, he's torn in all the wrong places. his scars aren’t rugged but almost painful to look at. his hands are huge and calloused and 60 grit sandpaper against soft skin. his nose is crooked. his hair is shorn short. he has a mean smile, watery eyes.

the one thing keeping him from being completely ostracised is the flag on his arm, the one he fights for. but it's like putting a tarp over some horrible, disfigured mess – you can still see the general shape of it underneath. most shrug it off as fine, go figure. you teach a soldier to kill and they cope by being killers. it's funny because simon's issues began way before he enlisted – he spoors it back to conception, when his father gave him a part of himself that can never be scoured clean. the military is just where he resides to conceal the stink of miasma he'll never rid of. piss over piss. putting a reason to the barbarity.

for a while, it's enough. he sticks to the corners. for all his sadism, he's not keen on subjecting the general public to his complications. he's smart enough to separate good from what makes him feel good. he only interacts with others like him – price, mostly, who's better at playing pretend but has issues that bury their roots just as deep. or maybe he's able to see simon for what he really is, and the novelty of not having to bite his tongue is enough to form a gossamer bridge of friendship. he sleeps with masochists who don't know what's good for them, all of them men (though it never pays when they're into what he's inflicting). in between missions, he'll disappear to his shitty apartment that he pays for in cash and drink himself to oblivion as he scrolls through a deprecating XXX site.

if he gets inebriated enough, he'll open up tinder and swipe through the birds advertising themselves, as if he were the holy arbitrator of what's attractive. safe because he made it so that no one would match with him; his profile is blank. no bio, no age. Riley as his first name and a picture of a shutterstock german shepherd because having one photo was a requirement.

the lifestyle probably exacerbates his problems.

maybe that's why he reaches a point of no return when he gets a text late one night. he doesn't give his number to anyone, so the only app it could be from–

your dog's cute. what's his name?

it's to his sloshed astonishment that someone swiped right on him. not even him, but a barebones, dodgy profile he curated to keep everyone at arms length when he chooses to indulge in his destructive habits. you're cute too, suspiciously darling and a whole open book – five pictures, a colourful description and your city of residence. you cannot be short of options, certainly not enough to drive you to a point of desperation, so there's no mistaking what this is.

you're setting up a little pet project. something to bat at like a cat does a ball of yarn, with no intention to commit or ever see him in real life. perhaps you chose him because there’s nowhere to go but up. or because his disinterest seems glaringly obvious, and a simple risk assessment told you that you wouldn't suffer an obsessive stalker if you ever chose to ghost him.

unfortunately for you, that couldn't be further from the truth. that simple question is enough to push him over the edge.

he's tired of holding back.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Their Favorite Lipstick Shade on You

141 x fem reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, sexual content, MDNI

Simon - fucking loves lipgloss on you. He loves how shiny and delicate and soft it makes your lips and he can’t get enough of it. He loves the flavored kind so when he kisses you he can get a taste too and it drives him fucking wild.

Bonus if your lipgloss has a shimmer or glitter to it. He’s staring at your lips all day long. They’re just so dainty and pretty, and Simon is a sucker for dainty and pretty things when it comes to you.

And if you match your lipgloss to your panties? Expect to have Simon pressing your knees to your ears and fucking you until your lipgloss is completely wiped off.

Johnny - goes crazy when you wear anything that transfers to his skin easily. He loves when you mark him up. He prefers you wear bright colors for this specific reason because it shows up more on his skin. If you wear black lipstick? He's done for. You wear a bright pink? He's begging you to suck him off so he has your lipstick stains on his cock.

If you're out shopping for lipsticks he's coming with you so you can test how the color not only looks on your skin, but all over his neck and cheeks too. I feel like he'd get a cheeky little tattoo of your kiss mark somewhere on him so your lips are always on him.

Gaz - absolutely loves when you do lip combos where the outline of your lips are darker than the middle. He would adore the way you ombre your lips so perfectly making them look so beautiful and pouty. And if you put a bit of lip oil on over it to make it glossy? You have to fight him off so he doesn't kiss it off of you. It took you a while to blend the combo in correctly!

He loves lip oils on you. Especially just a basic clear one that accentuates your natural lip tone and makes your lips all glassy. They just look so soft and kissable and he just can't stop staring at them.

You could be talking to him and he never looks at your eyes. He's hyperfocused on your glassy, pretty lips and how he wishes they were on him, just nodding at whatever you're saying so you keep looking at him.

Price - Price is a simple man. He likes just plain, classic, red lipstick on you. His personal favorite is dark red matte because of how sexy and seductive the color is on you. If you show up on a date with him wearing dark red lipstick, he's holding your cheek and running a thumb over your lips while you talk to him, admiring how sexy they look.

He loves to watch you reapply your lipstick too. It's so mesmerizing seeing his pretty little doll dress up for him. He'd ask to help you reapply it which you comply and hand him the tube of lipstick as he delicately holds your head and swipes the velvety color over your lips. You watch him intently as he takes his time admiring your lips. When he's finished, and you're surprised at how well of a job he did, it doesn't last long before he's making out with you, smearing the freshly done coat of lipstick on his and your face.

Oh, and don't think that's where it stops either, because he's definitely pushing you onto your knees so you suck him off, leaving kiss marks all on his lower tummy and thighs as well as your lipstick smeared on his cock.

He would have a polaroid photo of you two with your signature red kiss mark on the bottom on the white tab of the photo that he keeps with him at all times. He laminated it so the mark never wipes off, keeping your kiss with him always.

[yjhariani]

Kid: Dad, do you have a mum, too?

Simon: I did.

Kid: Where is she?

Simon: [Carefully] In heaven.

Kid: [Innocently] Oh? She works there?

Simon: [Not even taken aback] Yes.

Y/N: [In the background, trying not to laugh].

Source: An irl conversation I overheard.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Ghost: Self care is for the weak Y/N: *coughs* Ghost: WE NEED AN AMBULANCE

[celestialprincesse]

what about Simon who comes home from deployment and needs to be touching you at all times? A hand on your waist, or your shoulder. Honestly, he’d probably follow you to the bathroom in the middle of the night and just stand there like 🧍‍♂️ LMAO

Wriggling from Simon's grip in the night is always a tough task. Squished vice tight against his chest, an arm wrapped around your waist in a wordless gesture of protection. He's a light sleeper too, always keeps his back facing the door on the off chance anything were to happen, his chest pushed back up against your back, feeling the rhythmic up-down motion of your breathing.

You almost think you've managed to get out without waking him, until you're dragged right back up into his grip, even closer than you'd been before. If that's even possible.

With a rumbling groan as one eye squints open, he mutters a raspy: "Where y' going?" Still trying to get free from his even tighter clutch, you sigh out a breathless explanation that you need the toilet, pushing at his muscled forearms as you try and force him to let go.

Finally, he seems to relent, and you go waddling to the toilet just down the hall from your bedroom, squinting as you flick on the light, only for Simon to shuffle not far behind, leaving you to raise an inquisitive brow from your spot on the loo. "Seriously?" You scoff, a questioning look on your slightly delirious face.

"Need some water." He excuses, lifting his still half full water glass with a wry, tired smile, drinking the remnants before refilling it again, waiting for you to finish up before flicking off the bathroom light and trailing behind you.

Before you can even pull the sheets back up, you're pulled back into his warm chest, duvet settled under your chin. As always, he waits for you to fall asleep soundlessly before allowing himself to drop off to the sound of your breathing.

[gorjee-art]

CHARACTER AUTOPSY - DENNIS & ABBY

I want to thank @badlydressedwriter for this incredibly fun commission of the spooky couple Dennis and Abby, I don't get many opportunities to make a character autopsy, so here are some haunted house-themed insides! Filled with ghosts, ghouls, and ectoplasm-covered affection.

[mrsparrasblog]

You're losing me pt 4.

prev part. part 1 next part

TW: Drug use, mentioned rape, mention of violence, medic is the worst human on earth

Simon sat down next to Johnny on his bed, holding the Scotsman's hand while giving him a reassuring nod. "We have the whole day time."

"It's complicated."

"I will understand."

"Promise to believe me."

"Promise." Simon didn't know exactly what had happened or how Johnny got this way. He always admired Johnny for his confidence and the way he made everything seem so easy. Seeing his boyfriend like this broke his heart. He knew Johnny would never cheat on you; he loved you, everyone loved you. He remembered that one day Johnny got piss drunk on a mission and a bird approached him. He showed her pictures of you for 10 minutes, telling everyone he had the most beautiful lass on earth. This man wouldn’t cheat, especially not with her, definitely not his type.

Simon thought she had just gone into Johnny's bed at night, removing her clothes and gaslighting him that he cheated. But when Johnny told him everything about the drugs, about the rape, about the way she tried to blackmail him, he felt like he needed to throw up. He was too young to protect his mother from this. He couldn’t do anything when it happened to him. He didn’t know you when it happened to you. But this time, he was going to kill the rapist. "You’re a good man. Don’t let her manipulate you into something you aren’t."

"I feel like shit."

"This won’t go away easy, love."

"I don’t know what to do." And he really didn’t know. Everything seemed and felt so lost. Simon believed him, right? But what if she tells everyone he raped her? It will be over with his military career. After she pulled that stunt you wouldn’t believe him anymore. The look in your eyes almost broke him completely. This was wrong. It went too easy for her like she had done this many times before or had been planning this for years. It was too easy.

"Let me fix it for you, Johnny." He was determined to do this. Through his head already went 1000 ideas on how to kill her. But every way was too easy, too nice for her. Rip her head off. Sell her off to the black market so she will experience first-hand the crimes she did to others. Burn her alive. Many possibilities.

"Don’t kill her, Lieutenant."

"You know she will do it again. Not only to you but to others."

"Do you think she already did this?" Johnny fiddled with his wrist. The bracelet that you bought him to help with his ADHD was gone. It always calmed him. You told him how you searched through whole Etsy to find some gems that should calm him down. He didn’t believe this shit, but it indeed calmed him down since it reminded him of you. And right now, you were the only thing he needed. He needed you to tell him that he isn’t dirty, that he isn’t at fault, that he is a good man.

"Would explain why she was transferred so fast to us from her old unit."

"Fuck." This needed to stop. He couldn’t let that happen to more innocent people.

"Let’s talk to Price, then I’ll take care of her, and after that, we get our girl back." Simon missed you just as much as Johnny did. For a split second, he was afraid that you were mad and disappointed that he didn’t check on you. But that wasn’t the selfless girl he fell in love with. He knew you would understand if you only knew. He could already imagine how you would apologize even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You were different than the medic scum.

"Do you think she’ll take us back?"

"Yes, promise." He placed a small kiss on the shaved part of Johnny's mohawk, a small gesture that the Scot always loved. Simon always knew how to calm him down. With that, they left in the direction of Price's office.

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He woke up with an immense headache and the urge to throw up. John really drank too much the last few days, but this will end now. He will concentrate on you and the job again. You forgave him for lying, at least that was the last thing he remembered before you brought him to his bed. On his bedside table stood a glass of water and one of your self-made brownies with a small note. "Take care of yourself, bear." You always jokingly called him a bear because that was what he was to you. John was the big cuddly bear who always kept you safe.

He knew by the amount of alcohol he drank yesterday, he should probably head to the medical department for some meds. He would never tell anyone, though. He was a hypocrite sometimes, always letting the other hungover soldiers run miles to torture them for being so irresponsible to drink before training. But he could afford the luxury of taking meds against his hangover.

So John went to the medical. He was annoyed when he only saw her there.

"Hello, Captain." She smiled brightly, which made him almost throw up on the spot. There was always a difference between the real, sweet-like-a-cake, like his girl, and the artificial acting sweetness she faked. It was disgusting. "Is there another medic or nurse in here today?"

"No, sorry, Captain."

"I'll go then."

"Come on, Captain, be professional. What do you need?"

"Just something against my hangover." He can be professional and still respect you, right? You won’t be mad he talked to her.

"That was easy. I'll bring you something."

She came back, still with that creepy artificial sweet smile. In her hand was a glass of water with, judging by the displaced white particles, meds. "Just some pain meds against headache and dehydration. Drink up, Captain, and then stay here for 20 minutes for the next med."

John drank it up. After a few minutes of sitting in the chair, he felt his limbs tingle weirdly. This must be one of those side effects of the meds.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Weird name.

"Don’t call me that." He tried to leave, but it felt like his body didn’t do the things he wanted anymore like he was paralyzed.

"I wouldn’t do that, John."

"What was in there?" This can’t be fucking true. This is one of those weird drunk dreams.

"Oh, baby, just some mild paralyzer. Don’t worry, it only lasts three hours, and you can still talk. That’s great, isn’t it? Oh, and Viagra."

Fuck, this is true. This is how she got Johnny. She is fucking sick. "What do you want?"

"You know, I really tried to be nice, but you all only talk about her all the time, so I took matters into my own hands." She said as she slowly sat down on his lap. John tried hard to do anything, but he wasn’t able to move.

"Look, you’re a pretty girl. You don’t need us. There is someone who loves you." He tried to be nice, and use his words to come out of this situation, but she already removed his pants. He knew it was over there until he heard the sudden voices of Johnny and Simon. He knew she could never outsmart them, and she knew it too.

"Fuck, fuck," she screamed, gathering the remaining meds and her things. She ran out of the room the second she saw the door open.

"Fucking hell, Captain, you're okay?"

"That fucking cunt drugged me. Get a fucking nurse here." This all didn’t go like Simon's plan. It felt like she was always a step ahead of them.

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Kyle didn't notice any of the drama going on in medical as he used his time in the gym. Well, more of texting you instead of being productive, until.

"Fucking hell."

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A/N: I know you are waiting for her downfall, it will come promise.

[preqvelle]