Yeah Some People Don’t Believe In Reality Shifting But Some People Also Don’t Believe Women Can Orgasm

Do you have any kinks?

peace and quiet

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.

18+ !! <3

john wick ✧ .・relocking your doors, a hand on your back at all times, laced money, trained vigilance, constant protection, relocating, russia, unmarked black suvs, tokyo, constantly looking over one's shoulder, red roses, self defence lessons, codewords, undisclosed places, a double life, chin up, silk lingere, safehouses, deep kisses.

my fics:

flight risk: life was perfect, despite what your parents wished for you, you had all you could possibly want. surely your husband wont wake you up at 2am and drag you across the world, uprooting everything you've ever known.

inspo songs:

tainted love, soft cell

million dollar man, lana del rey

dirty diana, michael jackson

criminal, britney spears

thats life, frank sinatra

califonia dreamin', bobby womback

female robbery, the neighbourhood

Keanu on his Norton Commando

if there really is a john wick 5 in progress they better show my man retired with dog.

Neighbor! Simon who is sitting cross-legged on your kitchen floor, a hand on his stubbly chin while he tries to figure out how your washing machine works.

Meanwhile you're stirring a pot on the stove and glancing down at him apologetically every now and then.

Funny that there's a pack of Marlboro on the windowsill of your balcony along with an ash tray you'd bought especially for him.

Simon's muddy shoes are in your hallway more often than not, and you decided to get him a pair of slippers since he spends so much time there.

He wears them religiously, you find it adorable.

When you finally hear a click and the washing machine whirrs to life, you're so overjoyed that you wrap your arms around his waist and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

His expression barely changes except for the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight.

He rubs gentle circles into the small of your back. You insist he stays for dinner.

He ends up sleeping on your couch, just in case something else goes wrong in your new apartment.

what goes on in my brain every single day