thinking about Ghost and his thick waist, and how your knees never touch the mattress or the floor when you ride him.
and it's a little embarrassing how clumsy he, his size, makes you, too; turning you into just this whining, sniffling mess that can't even ride him properly. something he's all too eager to mock you about. gripping the back of your thighs as you whimper into his neck, grunting about how he thought you were gonna take him for a ride, pup before he slaps your ass, and leans back, arms folded behind his head, nodding at you to go on. use him to get off. you can do that much, can't you?
but no. you can't find your balance. your thighs are already aching from being spread so wide over the absurd width of his waist. all you can do is press your palms into the softness of his belly, feeling the solid muscle beneath, and desperately grind against him until he feels merciful enough to take over. all game gone because the man is just too goddamn big for you to do anything except cling to him until he's finished with you—conscious or not.
(and, of course, cancel all immediate plans the next day because you started cramping the moment he knocked your knees apart and forced his thick hips between them)
Not writing sorry ! I asked a writing blog of the band Ghost if I could draw their own sister of sin <3 she's so cute I couldn't resist ❤ also if you're looking for an excellent headcannons blog for Ghost, you go check them out right away !! Go at ghostheadcanons !!
YAAAS an ugly ghost truther!! SAME. I read so many people making him look like a god or a pretty boy and I just can’t vibe with it. He just does not feel pretty to me and i’m so happy others agree.
i love when people describe him as a DOG, but it's so rare 😭 at most, he's unconventionally attractive. but idk. i just genuinely get a kick thinking about how even before he got his scars, he was kinda off-putting. like, very uncanny. a face you'd remember but only because it kinda gave you the creeps. he makes your skin crawl. makes your stomach churn. you couldn't even really point out why he makes you so uncomfortable, but there's just something off about him, you know?? like at no point are you genuinely attracted to this man. all you feel is some combination of pity and dread.
he's the embodiment of "fuck or die." this man is only getting ass because people are too intimidated to say no or they're conned into a pity fuck/too drunk or it's too dark to see his face clearly. then they immediately hurl the next morning when they discover the biblical creature that somehow slunk it's way out of an oozing cesspit just casually scratching his balls in their bed, and smoking their last cigarette. while they're throwing up in the bathroom, he's still got his hand down his pants (the same one he used to finger them open and then shoved two fingers in their mouths to keep them quiet) asking if they got anything to eat. and that's #myGhost.
I used to bar tend at a place where blue collar workers would practically flock after a long day, and just imagining Simon finding a pretty little bird at the local place…
You’re making me want to get back into writing your ideas are just so 👩🍳💋
ohhhh yeah. and he's just very territorial over what belongs to him (and has the mentality of a wild animal) so he shows dominance by dragging the stray little bird who wandered too far from the nest when they try to flirt with him (modern day prey animal instincts, maybe) into the gross washroom that hasn't been deep cleaned since '07 by the scruff of their neck, and fucks them over the sink with their cheek shoved against the mirror they can barely see through.
he's unbothered by the people who come and go in the background (but snarls when they get too close to what is now his), and rolls his eyes when you try to get something out (lemme go, call the cops, help instead of just standing there taking a piss—) and silences your squawking by stuffing your panties into your mouth (rubbing the damp gusset against your tongue, dirty nails scraping your skin as he forces them down your throat with a mean, mocking little bet you taste good, don't you, birdie? maybe you'll let him get a taste when he's finished—).
it's the worst fuck of your life, honestly—he's too big, you're not prepped nearly enough to take two of those thick, gross fingers much less his cock—but he really doesn't care. your pleasure is the furthest thing from his mind when he stakes his claim, coming deep inside of you with a grunt that you're pretty sure the whole bar can hear.
and when he's finished, he pulls out, slaps his wet, soft cock across your bruised ass and then pisses all over it before he heads back out to grab two for the road.
(and if you think he's disgusting, just wait until you see the motel he brings you to—one that's been moonlighting as his apartment because it's cheaper and more convenient than signing a lease when he'll only be at this jobsite for a few months away).
also you should definitely start writing again. the world needs more gross Simon, pls.
Given that your characterization of Price is immaculate (like the rest of your work, but I digress), I was wondering if you have different characterizations regarding the reader. Like, is there a common thread you follow or does it entirely depend on the specific scenario?
Also (this might be a bit personal on my side, so feel free to ignore this), how do you think Price would react to someone who is inexperienced but extremely sure of herself as well? As in, someone who hasn't done anything simply for the fact that she couldn't care less about things of a sexual nature.
Anyways, hope you have an amazing day and much love to you :p
i'm answering your last question first because if i were to make blatant self-insert/oc, it would be kinda similar in mindset lmao so this is mostly self-indulgent (sorry!), but i think it would draw out a lot of his baser, darker impulses (especially his archaic/traditional views on sex—but in a significantly worse way). it would be so easy to twist a general disinterest/apathy, and absorb it into his icky god complex. even though it has absolutely nothing to do why shyness—or purity culture, virginity, sex-shaming—in his head, it will always be about him.
the words grey and demi are meaningless him too tbh; you can give him a full PowerPoint on how sex means nothing to you and the only reason you're not out having it with other people is because it doesn't interest you in the slightest (or certain conditions—a deep connection, an established relationship, etc—were never met), and you just don't get the appeal. at all. but it won't matter. not in the slightest.
he'll always be the one who (forcefully) pried that door open, and sees it as his duty to keep it open.
and it'll change his behaviour too because there is a huge difference between inexperience/shyness and genuine disinterest in sex as a whole, and it'll lessen some of his more possessive tendencies. like, he won't be in a constant state of hoarding what he has.
the dynamic would shift, but you won't be better off for it.
and thanks!!!! i think i have quite a few pre-existing characteristics for my inserts that usually pop up in all my fics, but the rest depends on who i'm writing for.
(this got kinda long when i was answering it, so i put the rest below the cut):
like with Price, i lean towards inserts who are much more submissive (knowingly or unknowingly just depends on the plot) and crave some sense of stability in their lives. they're basically cosplaying independence until Price comes along and either rips the costume off or watches them drop it on the floor. and it is a costume when it comes to him—even if the insert doesn't think it is. they're very needy—but in the sense that something is missing from their lives (stable homelife, affection, discipline), and they're subconsciously using Price to fill that void.
unfortunately for them, he's fully aware of that, too.
and the driving force that always attracts them to Price is their father (or lack there of). so in many ways, their relationship with their dad is the catalyst that lets Price in because he always presents himself as this steepled figure: fatherly, attentive, and protective (even if it's just an act); and firm, indomitable, disciplined. i think they had to grow up too fast but Price kinda gives them this opportunity to let go of all of that responsibility (or he'll pry it out of their hands). i definitely see him as nuclear-family/post-war propaganda: just perpetuating this idea of freedom from stress and worry, and the pinnacle of family-centric values, but the price to pay is loss of autonomy.
they're also very malleable. they could go their whole lives saying "I'd never fuck a married man" and that would be completely true—until they meet Price. he has a way of bending their morality until they forget who they were to begin with.
and tbh, i can't see anyone of my inserts picking Price if they had a stable, healthy father figure in their lives.
and Ghost is always paired with someone a little numb to everything. stuck in a functional freeze. a lot of neglect, childhood trauma. they had to grow up too fast as well, but instead of it making them needy, seeking affection and a replacement for the family they never had, they're extremely avoidant in all aspects of their lives.
the core is their mother—who is always this abstract shape that lingers in almost all of their thoughts. there's a lot of loneliness, but it bled over into this false sense of independence. they typically don't have a lot of friends or people close to them. they have a very shallow, isolated routine that never changes. because abandonment is a central theme in their lives, they're extremely reluctant to let people in.
they're not weak, though. at all. they're just stuck in survival mode and don't really know how to escape because no one taught them how. i see them as a lil opossums, yanno. very much a believer of "if i don't move, the predator can't see me." mostly, they just want to make themselves as small as possible—they crave a small, dark crevasse they can just rest in—and so when they meet Ghost, who is this big (almost larger than life) predator, i think they actually find some sense of comfort living in his shadow.
(but like. it's probably the same as saying since mice like small, narrow places, the mouse trapped under the lions paw must have felt some sense of comfort there, too.)
the narrative between them is different, too. inserts with Price are pretty static in the way they seem the world. you rarely get an in-depth description of the world around them—unless they're describing how Price interacts with these things. like, we only know there's an armchair in the room because he sits on it. and in contrast to that, the inserts with Ghost are usually OVERLY descriptive in the world around them. they're very much trying to get lost in their heads. a little too attentive to everything because they're stuck in a flight or fight state of hyperarousal.
i...love...him....i..love....ur...Simon....URgahhzwhjzJIaiiAokakakakkaw... YES !!!!! not a single patch of skin on his body that isn't holding a token of his past/current work in the form of scars
also u describing him as tigerish? yes. oh my LORD. yes, he so IS!!!!!
grrhauwurrrghhhhhhh i am a thick, THICK THICCK, brawny, not-lean-in-the-slightest-Simon luvr.. it's so real.. this is all so REAL. i luv it,,...
also the alligator eyes? thats exactly how i imagine it too., an intense yet vacant gaze.. a gaze intense in how vacant it seems.. probably holds the most disgustingly unnerving eye contact ever, doesnt care if the person on the other end is squirming like a live wire, he isn't looking away.
i luv the way ur mind works! <3 heart eyez
ooouuuuuu you might actually love this, then!!! lemme introduce Chota Matka to you—a tiger from Tadoba National Park in India!! i've been taking a lot of inspo from him (esp the videos of him pre-leg injury) for Simon. he was moved to a zoo a few months ago due to some pretty severe injuries, but i'm still super hopeful i can still see him one day in person. his dad is also super famous too!!
but!! here is my baby boy 🖤 (and here, here, here, here, here, here)
URGH I love the way u write Simon i'm SCREAMING.. u're so right we need more ppl to write him as a dog..a...nasty dawg at that... an unsettling, off putting dog at that..
Im new here so idk if this has already been done (Sorry if it has :(..) but do u have any actors/people in general who u think look like the SGR u imagine? :o i neeedddd to see the way u think of this dude rughrfurf4jut4brg <3333 LOVE ur work <3 mwa!
i don't really have anyone in mind who fits what i think he looks like to a T. mostly it's just vague ideas. and the only i really fleshed out is his physicality.
to me, he definitely looks like Winston Duke or Emmanuel Meafou, Taniela Tupou (but the heaviest each of these men have ever been). he's def over 250lbs. a very large, thick imposing man. like, regardless of how big/small you are, you are not riding this man comfortably lmao and your thighs/hips are gonna be stretched to their limits if you try. his waist is wide and thick. when he lays down, there's at least 7 inches of space from his hips to the mattress. your knees are never gonna be flush against any surface when you're on top of him.
he's just very tigerish to me—an incredibly powerful musculature hidden under a very thick, dense layer of fat and skin. when you touch his stomach, thighs, sides, or arms, your fingers would sink in at least an inch before hitting a solid wall of muscle. there's no muscle definition at all (no six-pack, no bulging biceps, no dorito body shape), but it's definitely there.
eyes are very crocodilian—unsure what colour outside of black tbh lmao. teeth are crooked, stained from nicotine. nose has been busted up a lot and is now crooked. heavy scarring (burn mark smearing down from an inch about his eyebrow, cutting through his eye, and ending on his upper cheek; a chunk of flesh taken out on his upper lip, giving him a permanent snarl and exposing his teeth and gums; several slashes across the bridge of his nose in varying depth; has a deep scar running from his temple, cutting across his cheek and mouth, and ending at his chin; deep pockmarks where it looks like flesh was jimmied out with a rusted knife, digging deep into muscle; was obviously nearly garrotted and has a thick ring of scars around his neck; burns on the back of his hands and arms; cigarette burns all over his body; deep slashes across his back; obvious stab wounds in his thighs and upper arms; was likely shot multiple times; multiple skin grafts). like he's just a mess of scar tissue, really: his whole body molted with silvers, pinks, and reds. and he feels like it, too—deep, silky welts and rough, jagged patches of torn flesh; no place on his body is even textured at all from the scarring.
i honestly spent more time daydreaming about the revolving door of scars and injuries on this creature than i have about what he actually looks like 😔
