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hecateslore · 1 day
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olderboyfriend!Simon thoughts
most definitely buy's you a gun as an anniversary present, and you almost scream.
You tell him to take it back and he says hell nah! Eventually you like the gun and going to the ranges with Simon.
He say's things like, "I'm even better with a knife." and it's true, you watch him skin oranges and lemons to the pulp... extremely precise. You watch him with a confused face, internally screaming at the way he cuts them so smoothly and quickly.
"Hold this." He'll say as he takes the gun out of the glove compartment, whenever he's looking for something random like a tool.
Simon Riley is the king of fuck around and find out, anything is a weapon, you learned the hard way when you saw him throw a patio chair at a guy who tried to steal your car at three in the morning. Yes it was hot and yes after the police left you guys had hot steamy sex...
Extremely neat. military habits! That's until you come into his life, you're a bit messy, he doesn't mind but if there are crumbs anywhere but the table, he will freak out.
is a kisser, will kiss anything, your foot if he has too, knee, calves, shin, shoulder blade, forehead ear, lips chin. He rlly doesn't care.
Not a big reader, thought it was stupid before and still thinks it is. He is tech savvy though. fast typer, it kind of freaks you out to watch him fill out paper work on the computer, he types faster than you.
Has been almost everywhere in the world, absolutely HATES the heat. Loves water though, get that man in a beach now. He will swim for hours, and will lay on the sand, he always wanted to retire and live near a beach, somewhere sunny, but not too sunny.
Will talk about you in front of you and will act as if you're not there. Super good at ignoring, he ignores you when he's pissed all the time. He will shut off his phone if you text him while ignoring you, one time you wrote a note right in front of his face, stuck it on the fridge, he grabbed it and tossed it in the trash. Very petty man.
Sleeps in total darkness, and will wait until your in a deep sleep to unplug it.
Super light on his feet, yes he scares you a lot.
Un-ironically listens to Tom jones, and does a really good impression that you make him do whenever he's drunk. Yes you guys watch flushed away almost every other week. it's a guilty pleasure film.
Very flirty, very smooth and extremely charming. and I need him in every hole- *gunshot*
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nastylittleghouls · 2 days
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Swiss: Did you just spend 400💲 on pants?! Mountain: No! I'd never do that! Do you even know me? Swiss: *plants. Damn autocorrect Mountain: Oh. Mountain: Yeah. Yeah, I did that
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dewinabsentia · 3 days
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i like to think there’s a playground/jungle gym on the ministry grounds for actual children but the ghouls like to hang out there for zoomies/smoking/hanging upside down
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blackbird5154 · 3 days
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Hidden colours of Papas:
Primo: 🟥 > ⬜
Secondo: 🟩 > 🟨
Terzo: 🟪 > 🟩
Copia: 🟦 > 🟥
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damagedghoulette · 2 days
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Sleepy thoughts - Part 1
If Dewdrop heats up Rain too much does he start to smell like cooked fish cause they’re portrayed to have gills and stuff like fish- 🐟
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stargirlstabber · 22 hours
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dark!stalker!simon headcanons coming later today, interact for tags i guess-
here it isss
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thepurpleclownz · 16 hours
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I have this HC that all of the Papas and members of the clergy have a pacific animal that they are related too (Copia - Rats, Terzo - Crow, Secondo - Hornet, Primo - Goat, Sister Imperator - Snake)
Every time I see this image I always think back to Sister Imperator replacing/killing off Terzo without fail.
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empresskylo · 5 months
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you can't convince me that simon doesn't swoon when you first start calling him by his first name.
like he's so used to being ghost to everyone. even back home, he doesn't have many people there anymore, no one to know him as simon. at most, it's the man at the local convenience store or his one nice neighbor in the apartment across from his who knows him as that. and on that rare occasion price says his real name, he feels human again.
but when he finally tells you his name, you instantly start using it instead of calling him ghost. the first time he hears it over comms, he gets this weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. he becomes so infatuated with the way you say his name.
he likes that you're the only one to call him that, just like he's the only one to call soap johnny. when someone else teases him, asking if they can call him simon too, he definitely grunts out a ‘i wouldn’t if i were you’
and whenever you call him si, he is reminded how much he fucking loves you. he gets so soft when you call him that. it's like reminding him he's not just a killer or a weapon of mass destruction. he's a person. he's your person. he's more than the mask.
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As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers. 
He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake. 
He smiles, “Hi lovie.”
“Si?”
“‘Hats me.” 
“You’re home?”
“Yup.”
“I haven’t made dinner…”
“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”
“But you deserve a home cooked-”
“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”
You blink. “What?”
“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Your burnin’, lovie.”
“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”
“You’re sick?”
You don’t respond. 
“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”
“But-”
“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”
He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep. 
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You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”
“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”
“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”
“You should.”
“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.” 
He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”
You nod. “Love you, Si.”
“Love you too, lovie.”
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euno11a · 2 months
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my mind is so in the gutter…
imagine that you’re more quiet in bed, like, very minimal moans and sounds. So when Ghost finally has you in bed and he’s fingering you, eating you out and all that jazz, he gets a little worried when you don’t make sounds.
“Does it not feel good, love?”
you instantly shut down those thoughts of his, cupping his face and saying that it feels so fucking good, you just aren’t a noisy person when it comes to sex.
ghost takes this as a challenge in some sense, increasing his speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, flicking his tongue on your clit quickly and substituting his fingers for his tongue every now and again.
he was determined to make you moan for him so he could hear your pretty ass sounds. When he finally makes you a moaning and whimpering mess, you smirks, keeping that pace up, making you scream his name as you squirt all over his face and chest.
“Every time I fuck this tight pussy, I want you to tell me what feels good. I will not stop until I have you a moaning and screaming mess, love.”
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voiths · 5 months
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☾ CoD Guys with virgin!reader ☽
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𑁍 Warnings: sexual content 𑁍
𑁍 Characters featured: Ghost, König, Captain Price 𑁍
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❥ Ghost
When he first got informed of it he may not have looked shocked but in reality the mask was doing a good at hiding his expression. Oh how he was going to ruin you. He was going to be your first and he was going to make sure nobody other than him could make you feel so good.
Depending on how much sexual experience you've had he will drag out the foreplay much longer. The first orgasm of that night you will have on his fingers, the second one from him mouth and the third one while he has his cock balls deep inside of you.
"Come one love, i know it feels too big but i'll make it fit. You can take it darling, you wanna be a good girl right?"
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❥ König
The only thing you were able to see when you told him were his eyes opening wide. He confirms it multiple times that you really want him to be you first and not because he's inexperienced or he doesnt want to but he's scared of tearing you and hurting you too much.
No matter how much you beg him to go faster he will take his sweet time prepping you. He loves having you sitting in his lap with your back against his chest while he's spreading you wide open on his fingers. Praising you while there's tears running down your eyes from overstimulation but he's not done preparing you until he knows he will fit.
"Come on mein Schatz, you want to take it completely dont you? I have to prepare you so be a good little bunny be patient for me."
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❥ Captain Price
To say he was baffled was an understatement. He couldn't comprehend how someone as good looking as you hasn't had any sex yet. When you told him you just haven't found one yet that you trusted enough he already subtly offered to help When you accepted his offer with a blush covering your cheeks though he was even more shocked
Will have you laying on multiple pillows. As slowly as he can he'll push into you watching your reactions for any signs of strong pain. When he finally starts moving praises will come from his lips like a waterfall. Before he even cums once you’ll have cum multiple times on his cock
“You’re doing so well for me darling, taking it so well. Feeling so nice and tight around me. Gonna make you cum around my cock."
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callmemickey · 9 months
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Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.
Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.
Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.
Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.
Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.
Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).
Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”
Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.
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damagedghoulette · 16 hours
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Three’s (Damaged) thoughts - Part 1
Okay so there’s a video somewhere from a guy who yells during a Ghost ritual ‘IN THE NAME OF SATAN’ but then can’t come up with anything when Papa asks
I don’t know why but it replays in my head with me yelling the answer ‘ALWAYS USE HOT SAUCE AS LUBE’
Then I just stop whatever I’m doing and be like ‘Three, what the fuck is wrong with you? You really are Damaged’
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mactavishsgfandwife · 1 month
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Simon Riley who bleaches his hair. (inspired by this)
There’s a weird smell in your flat. And no, for once, it’s not your boyfriend’s awful British ‘cooking’.
"Simon? You there?" you call out, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up by the door.
"M’here," he calls back, occupied. The cat is sitting on the sofa, looking very unimpressed with his dad’s antics.
"Do you-" you turn a corner to see your boyfriend, staring into the bathroom mirror a little too intensely. One of those hair-colouring brushes is in his hand, painting a slightly blue-tinted paste over his short hair.
"Hey, sweetheart." Hr doesn’t turn from the mirror, but it’s clear that he’s struggling to hide the grin on his face as you catch him red-handed. Bleach-handed.
Simon bleaches his hair? It’s not naturally that colour? Not really knowing what to say, you just stand there and laugh a little, before stepping closer to investigate what he’s doing. He’s laid out all the products in no particular order, by the sink.
"Can y’get the back of my head?" he groans, turning his head in the mirror in an attempt to see how much of it he’s covered.
"Sure." You nod, standing on a chair to get a good vantage point over him.
"Missed a spot, Si," you coo, filling in the little section just above his nape that is not covered by the bleach, and lean to kiss his head, before deciding that that might not be a great idea. Instead, you hop down, and with his strong arms around you, reach up to give him a proper kiss.
"Thanks, love," he grins, not-so-subtly checking himself out in the mirror.
"This stuff stinks," you whine, giggling at this new hairstylist development.
thanks for reading! i was randomly inspired :3 i’m working through my requests atm, but they’re still open! check out my masterlist!
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yujivrs · 9 months
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* IT’S TOO MUCH
drabbles. their reaction to you saying it won’t fit.
contains. ghost and konig / praise, size kink, dacryphilia, degradation.
it’s in times like these where konig is soft and praising. his large body hovering over your own as he shushes you, hands gripping your hips while he rubs small soothing circles against your skin.
“of course, it will, sweetheart.” he mumbles out as he eases his thick cock into you, slowly making you take more of him.
he’ll never admit it, but loves that you’re a little crybaby. something about the way your eyes are glossed over as you sniffle and squirm, barely coherent when he’s only halfway inside of you gets him off.
“see, you’re doing so well.”
you’re such a good girl for him, always so eager to please and desperate to be praised, you can’t really blame him for wanting to spoil you.
but then again konig can only hold back for so long, his shallow thrusts into your compliant little cunt only makes it harder for him to hold back anf it doesn’t take long for him to lose control and bottom out into you, “fuck— y’always feel so good, don’t you?”
“that’s it, relax, take it all…”
ghost is teasing. i mean, what kind of guy doesn’t get even a little bit cocky after hearing you say something like that?
“come, don’t tell me that’s all you can take?” the sudden sharp slap on your ass has you sinking further down onto him, and he’s already filling you up so deep.
he bites his bottom lip in anticipation as he watches your thighs shake and your body quiver. he knows it won’t take long for you to ask him for help, and you do it so sweetly every time, when you finally break he’ll happily flip you over and take control, bullying his cock into your waiting pussy.
but for now, he plays the long game, curious to see what you’ll do next. i mean, he has to let his girl play after all.
so, he lays there. watching you with hooded eyes and his arms behind his neck, very whine escaping your pretty plush lips making his smirk grow. “strugglin’ there, darling?”
he thrusts his hips up impatiently, making you take him all the way into your little tummy.
“finally, now, you gonna let me fuck you or should i let you keep thinking you’re in charge?”
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dashofghost · 2 months
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SUNDAY
or, Simon Riley can't stop praising you. minors dni.
➻ Simon Riley, whose favorite sex position is secretly missionary because then he can see your pretty face. His hands are all over you, and he's got a pretty blush on his face.
"God, I fucking love these," he sighs, cupping your breasts, fighting the urge to bury his face between them. Sometimes he does, but he instead sucks a nipple into his mouth.
➻ Simon props your hips up on a pillow before he slowly opens your legs with a drawn out groan. He's seen you naked a thousand times before, but he still blushes as he tilts your hips up.
"Pretty fucking pussy," he groans, head lolling back. He drags two fingers up your slit, licking your slick off his fingers. His moans join yours as he rubs your clit, fingers rubbing your walls in all the right ways. "Fuck, perfect girl, makin' a mess all over my hand," he gasps out, his left hand cupping one of your breasts. Your thighs squeeze around his hand and he wishes they were around his head.
➻ Simon's accent gets thick when he's lost in pleasure, when you're moaning in his ear and leaving red lines down his back. You're a hazy mess, a blush from all the consistent praise staining your cheeks. Simon's eyes roll back as your thighs close around his hips.
"Fuckin' missed you sweetheart, love you, love your fucking perfect pussy, she's squeezing me so tight, shit-" You bite down on his shoulder, your thighs starting to shake around his waist. He rubs your clit faster, downing in the slick sounds emanating from where your bodies connect. "Cum, god, fucking cum for me, angel," he's so close, he can taste it on the back of his tongue, "pretty girl, good girl, you're so pretty when you cum-"
➻ His own orgasm cuts him off, and he pulls you close, your arms looped around his neck. He trembles through the aftershocks until his arms give out and he collapses on top of you.
It's his favorite way to start a Sunday morning, after all.
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