I miss him too, I want to see him in a thong while ripping apart a ribcage in the back of his shop, like I'm sitting on one of the tables in the back where he hangs animals and other things that he will cut later. And he's just there my Buther!Simon Riley ripping meat open with his bare hands with little blood spatters on his chest and arms, coloring that black tattoo he has, I want to take a bite out of those arms frankly.
I guess I'll need time but I could convince that man to wear a pink thong, it's like my dream. Being able to lick clean any bloody spot on him, I want to imagine those rough dirty hands as they move on my checks messing me up, maybe he even puts a finger in my mouth and cracks a laugh when I wrinkle my nose for the metallic smell, not that it would stop me from sucking that finger like my life depends on it.
Jokes apart lately I had some ideas in my notes but I still need to finish them, sometimes a photo of something or a song gives me a creative epiphany so I'll say that I'm waiting.
Butcher!Simon Riely that for valentine day leaves on your doorstep a black box, and when you open it there is a smaller cold black box and an envelope. When you open the envelope you find detailed instructions on how to cook a piece of meat and a detailed description of how the piece of meat was cut from the animal.
So imagine your surprise when opening the small box and instead of a steak you find an human hearth, you're tempted to just throw the thing away but the instructions made you hungry, not to mention your local butcher has been closed for days now....
can we imagine a shapeshifter!Simon "Ghost" Riley? for the military he was a perfect type of hybrid, for any stealt mission or when he had to turn into an enemy to eliminate a target.
sometimes he would even spook the enemy by using dead soldiers voices, when his captain asked why he did that he just shrugged his shoulders and said it was for phycological warfare. even if his captain saw right through him and knew that he was genuinely having fun, terrorising the enemy's and luring them outside their hide place.
this didn't changed when you came around, even if it took a lot of time for him to remove his mask, pretty much ironic for a shapeshifter. The only thing you always knew since the start were his eyes. And for some reason no matter what he couldn't change them. no matter who or what he turned himself into.
they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul so he just accepted it, it wasn't like someone was gonna focus on this tiny detail, and even if they did...it would've been too late.
so when you finally had enough of his constant shutting you out, when you were finally tired of all those weeks of radio silence and of him being constantly emotionally unavailable you left.
maybe you would even feel a creep down your spine when in a new relationship your partner would mention something intimate that you're sure ad hell never told them, and then maybe you would even recognise those eyes...but when you fianlly do, when you finally put those small pices together it's definitely too late.
The problem was that even in new relationships with other people you would feel familiar eyes on the back of your head or even a familiar yet so different touch. Sometimes you would even see familiar eyes in the crowd...even if in so different people.
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Okay so this stayed for days in my head and I'm glad that I finally managed to get it out, also the concept of a shapeshifter not being able to change his eyes is crazy. And I definitely love it.
okay but can I just say that I'm yearning for a man who's disgusting for you? Like that time you were trying to watch a movie with your boyfriends.
Just imagine ghoap x reader and while you're on the couch watching a movie they put you in the middle, "because you're the woman so you stay in the middle" and even if in your head it doesn't make all that sense it's okay because work is a bitch and you don't get to see them very often, so obviously you're not gonna turn down the opportunity of being sandwiched between them. And somehow while watching this action movie Johnny has been singing the praises for days, you feel an hand on your inner thigh and when you turn in the Scottish man direction he doesn't even glaces at you.
I mean it's not strange for you to have their hands all over your body, one of your boyfriends love language is physical contact and the other says it's only fair since they're always on deployment or away on base, so you have to make it up for the time you lose.
But it gets weird when during the movie that hand gets higher and higher until it gets under your shorts and on your panties, and you're trying, you swear to god you're trying to focus on the movie because you know once it's ended you're gonna have to talk with your boyfriends about it and you don't want to disappoint Johnny but with his hand so close to your covered cunt you find it hard to focus.
When you think he's done teasing you he starts drawing circles on your covered cunt with enough pressure for you poor clit to feel him, and you're sure that the batstard knows it. You've seen him drawing in his journals and you know he's skilled as a fucking surgeon with those fingers. And it's finally there in this moment that you start sweating.
After putting his hand under your panties Johnny starts to play slightly with your body hair fucking dog, because obviously your Scottish idiot told you "dinnae like her bald bonnie" so of course you indulge him because during winter it doesn't really bothers you, but then it gets progressively worse because you start to get really frustrated while your boyfriend is mindlessly playing with your sensitive bud.
You guess that only a minute has passed but you're sweating and squirming around trying to ignore his hand when finally Simon decides to say something "oi will ya' quit with that bloody shit? both of you" and before you can open your mouth he rises slightly his mask reveling his chin and his mouth.
You stared at his lips in awe, they were far from perfect, scarred and hit one too many times. They were never gonna be normal again, but if he asked you to lick that scar that went from his chin to his lips and ended on his cheek you would turn feral.
Maybe you were love drunk in that moment because that face was far from perfect for most, but for you and Johnny? it was like Aphrodite herself designed a lover for herself and then throw him away, like thrash. But it's ironic because the thrash of some is the treasure of others.
"If you don't do it well you may as well stop, this is our girl we're talkin' about" he says before flexing his arm and grabbing harshly Johnny mohawk, making you moan slightly and throw your head back when his fingers flex inside you, "Too much!" you managed to mutter weakly. Just as you're about to catch you breath Simon digs in your folds with his fingers, smacking Johnny hands away and pumping his thick fingers inside and outside your messy hole. Without warning he take his fingers away in a fast motions making your walls cling against air instead of his thick fingers.
"Wanted to enjoy the movie but of cours' you two had to start with this" just as you're about to protest that in fact you were trying to just enjoy the movie he delivers an hard slap on your covered cunt making you gasp for the mixture of pain and excitement, even from your position you can see a wet spot on your panties. You're so sensitive and it's pathetic at this point.
When you turn towards Simon you see his eyes focusing on that wet spot from behind his pretty blonde lashes, he has a sinister aura behind his eyes. He grabs Johnny mohawk again "Get on your knees Johnny, show 'er how fucking beautiful she is" he growls as your other lover gets on his knees between your legs and pulls at your pants eagerly, before taking in the sight in front of him.
It takes him some seconds to take in the perfect picture in front of him, your plush thighs slightly open, your face frustrated and slightly red as your curly hair are attached to your forehead thanks to the sweat.
And don't even have him start speaking abour your lower belly, it's so lovely that he has to fight the urge to bite your stomach until he knows it by heart. When his blue eyes find your brown ones he attach his mouth to your panties, drowning in your scent while using his teeth to lower it.
And Simon? He knew from the start that the real show wasn't the one going on the television but the one happening on his couch, he just needed to wait until the main character realised it too. And it looked like the show just started.
A little headcanon about Simon "Ghost" Riely and his scarred skin.
Something about Simon Riley skin that after years of service, deployment, and all the shit he had to go through in Mexico with Roba was never the same, he gained so much scars that it would have made a normal person shudder or sent them into coma but not him, he was always cursed with being a survivor. always.
But it was like his body decided to save him from the pain and just turned it off, almost like a second will to lose its sensibility. While he can't physically feel some tissues other are either overwhelming or a sensorial nightmare, in one night full of memories nightmares he even decided to give himself a buzz cut, just to save his face from the feeling of tiny locks of hair moving on his forehead, a little bit too familiar to that time he had to dig his own grave before he got buried alive and he felt literally worms crawl on his face.
The only things his butched skin can feel at this point are coldness and warmth. At first it was awkward in your relationship, the fact that he even decided to try for a relationship was comic. But he needed something, someone, untouched by the filth that marked him like burning fire. The fire that followed him since his childhood.
So when you came along it was awkard at first, like when you tried to hold hands with him and you would meet gloves instead of skin. But you never asked, you didn't wanted to pry too much, not at the start of the relationship at least. You were familiar to the feeling of not being comfortable in your own body, of feeling awkward or too big...at least that's what you thought at first but oh boy you couldn't have been more wrong.
So that's how you ended up sleeping naked on top of your also bare boyfriend, while being able to see him fully without his mask or military gear was a blessing for your eyes...having to be naked too was awkward.
Your boyfriend reassured you that the contact skin to skin was good for him, for his mental health and for him to recover, word of that dog of his sergent his psychiatrist.
So this was why you were now laying on top of him, your head in the spot where his neck meet his shoulder, your chest was squishing against his, your legs? tangled with his own, it was like you were one being while he had his arm on your hip. Pinning you on his chest tightly and grunting in his sleep whenever you shifted even slightly.
Maybe he was broken and couldn't feel many things, but your warmth and scent? even when your bodies will be cold forever he will be able to feel and find comfort in you.
Okay this was awkard, it's actually my first time writing out something in a foreigner language and I'm still pretty sure i got something wrong. But i had fun while writing this headcanon and i hope it brought a smile to whoever read it.
just saw a twitter meme that said "babe are you a pumpkin? because i wanna take your top off and explore your innards" YOUR HONOR, ITS CANNIBAL!GHOST.
This is soooo ghost in general coded nonny ur so right.
Just think about it. The first of October and you're happily setting up decorations, even if Halloween season started in your heart months ago. Gaz has vowed to save you from Johnny's decoration skills and is working on the mantle right now.
Which, unfortunately for him, means he gets front row seats to groggy Simon. Simon, who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to push your hips against the kitchen counter with a lazy grin to ask "Are you a pumpkin?"
Poor, unassuming Kyle thinks maybe he'll get to witness a cute domestic moment, finally free from all the freak shit you two do. But no, he's cursed, which is exactly why Simon follows up with "'cause I wanna carve you up and play with your guts."
Kyle takes a bit of psychic damage when you giggle and swoon "Aw, baby! I'd let you carve your name into me any day!"
Walking into your and Simons apartment made you pause. It was eerily quiet. It made the skin on the back of your neck crawl.
Then you saw him, sat on your couch. And when you saw what was in his hand, your stomach dropped.
Your fucking diary.
"You've written some interesting things about me in here, lovie" Simon hummed. Patting his lap.
You let out a small whine of embarrassment, dumping your bag at the door and sitting yourself in Simons lap.
"Stop pouting." Simon hummed, unbuttoning your jeans and shoving one hand under your panties, handing you your diary. "Read, and if you stop, I stop."
It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over you. then it felt as though your body was on fire.
"Today...I made S-Simon a roast for dinner-"
"Not that part, sweetheart. Don't act silly cause you've got some fingers in your pussy"
You whined in embarrassment, Simons fingers going from curling inside you, to stilling.
"Last night Simon made me come so hard on his tongue," You squeak, Simons fingers starting to move again "his tongue is so long and sometimes he shoves it inside me, it feels so fucking good. But he doesn't do it enough, and it's annoying."
"Couldn't tell me you wanted me to tongue fuck your pussy? Had to run off and write it in your diary?"
"It's a journal!"
"Mhm, so keep reading. I want to know what else I can't do right"
"You don't do anything wrong!" You protest, only for Simon to still his fingers again. Making you whine and squirm your hips. "I want Simon to be meaner with me. Don't get me wrong, he praises me so good and hearing 'good girl' roll off his tongue in that voice of his is so good. But I w-want to hear him call me a slut or a whore."
"Oh naughty girl, you want me to call you a whore? My little cumslut?"
Your body curled in on itself slightly as you came unexpectedly, eyes rolling back as you grind your hips forward. Riding the waves of your orgasm desperately.
"Keep reading, we aren't stopping until I've heard every little filthy thought you tell your diary, instead of me."
Imagine being in a polycule with ghoap and all three of you trying to play it off to everyone that you’re just roommates. Two massive, scary military men being roommates with a pretty little thing like you? You’re not fooling anyone, Price thinks as he observes the three of you from across the booth. You’re sandwiched in between your so-called roomates, sipping on something fruity while simon nurses a bourbon and soap enjoys a beer. He even saw Simon offer you a sip of his whiskey, and you accept, swallowing it down with a pinched face and nearly gagging. He swears he sees the Lieutenant’s eyes crinkle behind his balaclava. Simon sharing his whiskey? Price can hardly believe it. You’re so pretty, he thinks. There’s no way his soilders can keep their hands off of you, he can tell by Soap’s antsy-ness, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands because they’re always full of you. Simon is doing a much better job of keeping things lowkey, Soap, not so much. You’ve definitely got the scot wrapped around your finger with the way he hangs on to your every word.
Price follows Gaz to the bar for another round. “Seen ya looking at her Cap, why don’t you ask her out?” Price chuckles and shakes his head. “I think she’s taken sergeant.” Gaz’s eyebrows furrow. “I doubt she’d be living with two men if she had a boyfriend.”
“Exactly. She’s living with two men because she’s their girl.” Price says. Gaz’s eyes go wide, his head snapping to the three of you from across the room. Simon is saying something to you and you’re blushing. Soap has his arm around the booth and his hand is playing with the ends of your hair, attempting to be discreet but Gaz’s trained eye still sees it. Oh. Oh.
“Bloody hell.” The Sergeant says in disbelief, and Price cracks him a smile in return, patting his shoulder before walking back to the booth. “Told ya so.”
A few weeks later Price is debriefing your boys before they go on leave. “That’s all. You two tell your girl I said hello.” He quips, giving them that signature Price smile before leaving them to look at eachother in realization.
my body feels so much calmer when im reading. almost like my autonomous nervous system goes into parasympathetic mode and the liquid inbetween my cells isnt jumping around my endocrine system isnt releasing stress hormones my dopamine is liberated organically and i am forming coherent more than 0,00005 millisecond thoughts in my head and i get a perspective different from my own (thank god). i love hearing the cars drive through the highway and the sound of the wind and seeing the sky color change from blue to almost black while i am still on the sofa glued to my book and i dont think of myself poorly
dune really explores every possible way someone can die without actually dying. paul's childhood self dies the night his father does. his atreides heritage dies when he seeks revenge. paul himself dies when he drinks the water of life. jessica the wife dies the night leto does. jessica the mother dies when she drinks the water of life. the girl alia could have become dies in the womb. stilgar dies when he becomes a follower. the fremen die when they leave their home to fight paul's war for him. the narrative treats every one of these deaths as a tragedy, as a palpable loss; the ghosts of who these characters were or could have been remain to haunt the narrative long afterwards.
