I’m Probably Talking And Giggling With My S/o In My Dr Rn. That’s Okay. I’m Happy For Me.

kidnapper!ghost will tie your hands behind your back and forcefully make you sit on his face because he wants to apologize for making you cry but doesn't trust you not to scratch his eyes out or reach for the lamp and hit him over the head with it.

If your religion makes you feel superior to anyone else then you’re no longer following religion; you’re following your ego.

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these are mostly just based on being a decent human being, if you arent happy with these rules, please feel free to find another blog <3

✧ if you support homophobia, racism, ableism or misogyny, you are not welcome on this page.

✧ i am not comfortable taking requests from individuals who do not have their age in their bio, nsfw or not, please respect this, this is for your safety as well as mine.

✧ i do not feel comfortable writing smut that deals with incestual relationships, age play, pedophilia, scat, vomit, and or anything relating to sexualising any form of an eating disorder. so pleaseee do not ask for content relating to any of this <3

the fact that scammers are consistently using real palestinian stories to scam people is genuinely sickening. i’ve gotten at least 10 asks in my ask box just this week and not only is it annoying, it’s sad. plus if you’re going to try to scam people, be less obvious…. your paypal account called “GoFundMe” is verrrrrryyyy convincing buddy

i accidentally deleted the ask bc i'm silly but this is for the anon asking for more telepath!reader and how she riles ghost up just to see how nasty his thoughts can get :3

cw: piss mention, minor foot fetish, ghost is filthy as usual

i loveee the idea of telepath!reader first being put off by ghost and his desolate wasteland of a brain, doing her best to avoid the warmth that creeps up her neck and settles low in her belly whenever she thinks about him and the wild shit he imagines, only to constantly be subjected to the things he wants to do to her and very shamefully ending up using his thoughts as wank material.

you're trying your best to respect his privacy, which is funny because ghost doesn't seem to have an issue with pondering if your cunt tastes as good as he swears it smells. he doesn't see anything wrong with imagining what you might look like underneath your knickers, whether you have a nice bush he can plant his nose in or a bare mound he can press his lips against. he doesn't have a problem with staring at your ass and thinking about breaking that little hole open. meetings are the worst, having to sit near him and maintain a neutral face because he's daydreaming about you cockwarming him to pass the time, rather than paying any attention to whatever price is talking about.

you wish you could just smack him over the head for always being the cause of your ruined panties, but you know it's not entirely his fault for your predicaments because you're the one who keeps peeking into his head, drinking up all the filthy ways he wants to split you open on his cock. you're the one who files away the lewd images he pictures for later, when you're alone in bed and your little bullet vibrator is calling your name, eerily sounding like ghost's voice.

it's him you think about when you wear a skintight shirt one day, taut enough that he's able to make out the mouthwatering sight of your nipples poking through, teasing him. it's hard to stay composed under his leer, and one might even think he had it out for you, but you know what he's thinking better than anyone else—his cock slotting between your soft tits while you do your best to lap up the precum leaking from his tip, the picture so vivid you nearly trip over your own two feet warming up for practice.

sparring with him is a whole other thing, and your performance drops significantly, but only so you can push your ass up against his groin and hear his breath hitch when he pins you down. "gettin' lazy, are we," is what drawls from his mouth, but in his head, all he wants to do is grind his stiffening cock against you until he's cumming in his pants like a virgin. you try not to squirm too eagerly beneath him when his thoughts stray to your bared neck, wondering if you'd bruise from his teeth as prettily as you do from his hands.

most times, you don't even need to do anything. overhearing you say that you're going to the bathroom prompts him to think about you standing over him and pissing in his mouth instead. talking about getting a mani-pedi with one of your girlfriends when you're finally on leave makes him entertain the idea of you playing with his cock, pretty nails sparkling, before finishing all over your toes and lapping at the cum that drips down your arch. even seeing you drink water has him wishing he could just sustain his life with your spit and cum; they're the only essentials he would ever need.

if you hover around him more often just so you can keep your spank bank loaded to the brim, that's no one's business but your own.

fawn's anon masterlist ✧ .・

hellooo! <3 welcome to my anon masterlist. ive never done this before, but this is how i'd like to set mine up.

✧ if you'd like to send in asks (or orders hehe) anonymously, you are welcome to attatch a specific emoji, please ensure your age is in your bio or desc so i can make sure you are 18+. also feel free to add your pronouns alongside your age to your ask/order so i can address you again in the future, if you're a reoccuring customer!

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“Democrats should boycott Trump’s address! Dems shouldn’t show up to his speech! They should interrupt him!”

Actually, they should all launch multiple grenades to bl@w that fucker and his dick riding munchers into little fucking pieces. Be serious.