Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?

#I miss him

oh wtf Astarion that is too real for dnd

Astarion 😭😭😭😭 please... this is a whole mood.

I surely can't be the only one in this

Basically how I'm playing my 1st playthrough 🤣🤣

Turning Ghost on over the comms.

"Egon, how copy?" Comes his thick and sultry voice.

You're sat with your back against a wet brick wall, knees bent up towards your chest in an 'a' shape. Nimble fingers reach up and switch your mic on.

"Clear, for now. Found a quiet spot to sit for a moment." You respond.

"Copy. Are you still with Graves?" He asks after a moment.

"Negative. He's at the opposite end of the building."

"Good."

"Good?" You ask.

"Yeah. Don't like the idea of him bein' alone with ya." He says.

A gentle grin creeps its way across your mouth.

"Is that right?" You ask.

"Don't start, woman." He grunts. You can hear him shuffle, settling down on the ground wherever he is.

"Is that a protective thing or a jealous thing?" You ask.

He huffs into the mic in response, and you can't help the chuckle that falls from your mouth.

"The big bad ghost, jealous? That's a new one." You mumble with a bright smile.

"How do you know it's not a protective thing?" He suddenly asks.

"Because I know YOU know I can protect myself. Especially from a pageant boy like Graves."

He grunts.

"But I also don't see you bein' jealous." You say.

"I'm not jealous." He says.

"Then what are ya?" You ask.

"Neither--nothing. Just don't want him thinkin' he can put his hands on ya like I've seen him do."

"That's jealous." You mock with a laugh.

"Go fuck yourself." He says with another loud grunt.

"I would, but now that I've had your fingers, mine pale in comparison. They can't make cum like yours do."

You grin when you hear his breathing stop for a moment before he shifts on whatever he's sitting on.

"Is that right?" He asks, his voice an entire octave lower.

You find yourself biting your lower lip as you shift, trying to bring friction to your heating core at the thought of having his deliciously big fingers again.

"Yeah." You breath out slowly.

"Only my fingers can make you cum, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice audibly filled with arousal now as he hums the words to you.

"Yes, sir. Only yours." Your thighs rub together subconsciously, aching for attention between them. "--think about them when I touch myself. Try and make myself cum but it's so hard when it's not you."

His breathing stops again for long enough that it almost alarms you. But then he sighs lowly through the microphone.

"Think about my cock too, love? Think about me splittin' you open?" He asks, his breath a little shaky.

"Mhm. Think about the first time you took me. How you were so gentle. How you made me cum so fast."

"Fuck." He grunts. "Fuck. You like when I'm easy on you, baby?"

"Mhm. But l'll take you either way, sir."

"That's my good fuckin' girl." He grunts.

"Are you hard?" You ask him.

"Of course I'm fuckin' hard. Practically burstin' out of my trousers. "

You moan softly, thinking about the sweet reward underneath his pants.

"You wanna..?" You ask softly.

"Later, love. When we're back together. I'll fuck you properly like you deserve."

"You better keep your word, sir." You say with a smile.

Jacobs Ladder - Ghost x AFAB reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, spit kink, mask kink, praise kink, piercings, unprotected sex, p in v, m oral receiving, f oral receiving, finger in v

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Your situationship. Your friend with benefits. Fuck buddy. What ever he was, one thing was for damn sure. He was incredible in bed. You’d known him a long time, childhood friends which evolved into him screwing you whenever he was home from deployment.

Which is how you ended up here, the enigma that is Ghost sat on your sofa knee deep in a bottle of Whisky. It had been roughly 10 months since you last saw him, and no one, no one could fuck like he can. Most of the time you didn’t even bother looking elsewhere. You were happy to wait.

‘How was it?’ You asked swirling your wine around the glass. He huffed a laugh, ‘same shit different day.’ The usual then, you thought to yourself.

‘Kill anyone interesting?’

‘Classified’ he said bluntly. Rolling your eyes you finished the wine in your hand. ‘Such a spoil sport, you’re gone all this time leaving me to fend for myself and you won’t even tell me something juicy.’ You tutted at him, smirking slightly.

Getting up you bounced your way over to the fridge. Your summer dress fluttered in the cool evening breeze that came from the open window. Bending down to reach for the wine you felt a pair of eyes on you. ‘See something you like Riley?’ You cooed, pulling out a bottle of White Zinfandel.

He did in-fact see something he liked, the dress kissing at the the crease between your thigh and ass. The little glimpse of your lacy panties, how smooth your legs looked in the dim light of the kitchen. He liked the whole lot. So much so he felt his cock getting harder.

‘Maybe’ he replied sipping at his drink, he sat in your arm chair, hips and legs splayed. Wearing tight fitting jeans, plain black fitted t-shirt and of course his balaclava. Now of course you knew what he looked like, but you didn’t mind it none the less. In fact it was quite a turn on.

Dangling his arm holding his drink over the side of the arm chair he patted his thigh with the other, ‘come.’ Like a moth to a flame you sauntered over to him, glass in hand, and perched yourself on his leg. Taking a sip of wine you kept your eyes on him as he slowly trailed his fingers from your knees to your thigh.

He watched as goosebumps danced across your skin at his touch. Quickly he turned his gaze towards you, moving his hand ever so closer to your centre. Watching as your breath hitched in your chest, how you subtly licked your bottom lip before pinching it with your teeth. Just before he reached your panties he stopped, increasing his grip on the fatty part of your inner thigh. Massaging it gently between his fingers.

‘Riley…’ you breathed, eyes closed at the sensation between your legs. Desperately trying not to clench around his muscular thigh. He didn’t answer you, instead finishing off his drink placing it on the table next to him. Both hands now free they found your hips, twisting you so you were now straddling him. ‘I suggest you drink up love’ he whispered into your neck. Planting light breathy kisses on your skin.

Finishing your wine in three gulps you placed your glass down before gripping his mask. Lifting it just below his nose, you opened your mouth and as you went to kiss him your dribbled the rose coloured liquid into his mouth. As he swallowed a small droplet of wine ran to his chin. Not one for waste you slowly licked it up into your mouth before placing a deep kiss on his lips. ‘Fuck, I’ve missed you’ he drawled.

You resumed the kiss, deepening it with your ever wanting tongue. He ran his hands up your thighs and onto your ass, drawing his fingers over the lacy hem of your panties. Slowly he edged his way to your centre, taking his finger over the damp fabric. He felt his breath catch in his chest as he smiled into the kiss.

Moving the lacy fabric out of the way he trailed his finger up your dripping slit. Pulling away from the kiss you bit your lip, whimpering at the much needed contact. He slowly inserted a finger, as you moaned into his neck he added another. ‘Missed this pretty little cunt’ he whispers into your ear, nipping it slightly. Too focused on his fingers to speak you roll your hips, silently pleading for him to move. ‘That’s my girl, always so needy.’

He began to move his fingers, ever so slowly, feeling all of you as he filled your cunt with his fingers. In and out. ‘Need you, please’ you whisper into his ear, your hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Lifting you with ease you he dropped you back into the chair, as he slowly started kissing down your torso and stomach and onto your thighs. He kissed the outer part of your panties before signalling you to lift your hips. Pulling them off in a smooth motion. He nipped at your thighs as you rolled your hips to try and find some friction.

With one long swipe of his tongue he groaned into your pussy. Swirling his tongue around your clit. As you gazed down to meet his glare his black eyes met yours, hungry for you. He held your gaze, pulling his tongue up your centre. A ribbon of his saliva and your juices clung to his tongue piercing as he moaned at your taste. ‘So fuckin’ sweet … fuck’ he drawled.

The solid nib of the tongue piercing added extra pressure to your clit, a welcome sensation. Arching your back in the chair you grasped at his head, your legs hung lazily over his shoulders as he devoured you. You groaned into your arm as he sucked your clit before adding his fingers. They moved in tandem as you chased your high, he began to feel you clench around his fingers. He pulled out quickly.

Choking at the loss of sensation, let alone the loss of your orgasm you groaned. But it was more of a sob. He kissed his way back to your neck, before kissing your jaw. ‘I want you to suck my cock, I wanna see tears in those pretty little eyes as I cum in your fucking mouth.’ He whispered in between nips and kisses ‘and when I cum, you’re gonna spit it on my cock and I’m gonna fuck it back into you. Understand?’ His voice was low, possessive, demanding. ‘Yes’ you just about managed to whisper.

Pulling you to a seated position in the chair he unbuckled his belt and fastened it around your wrists. You gazed up at him, wide eyed, innocent. Fuck you’d do anything for him. As he pulled out his cock you caught a glimpse of your favourite piercing on him. His jacobs ladder. Four titanium bars adorned the underside of his cock, so pretty against his skin. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Taking the tip of his cock in your hand you ran the tip of your tongue along his piercings. He threw his head back, choking on his breath. You smiled against his shaft, a small breath filled giggle fell from your lips. Twisting your hair into a ponytail he gripped it, guiding you to where he wanted. Taking the top of his cock in your mouth you moaned at the taste of his pre-cum. The vibrations of your moans enhanced his sensations against your mouth.

Once you’d set up your pace and adjusted your mouth to his size he pulled you deeper. Until he grazed the back of your throat, gagging slightly he ran his thumb against your jaw. ‘Atta girl. Fucking take it, just like that.’ He began thrusting into your mouth, the balls of his piercing running along your tongue. Tears began to prick the corners of your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks. Swiping at a tear with his thumb he gathered the liquid on the pad of thumb, before licking it off. He hummed at the salty taste of your tears.

He pulled back, allowing you to breathe before thrusting it to the back of your throat. He could see his cock stretch your throat. ‘Such a good girl, such a good fucking girl.’ He neared his orgasm, as he wound his fingers into the root of your hair. ‘Gonna cum … fuck … fuck’ he whimpered. Pulling back slightly he came on your tongue, forcing you to look at him through tear stained eyelashes.

He shifted behind you, sitting back down on the chair. ‘Spit it out’ he demanded, his glare intense, eyes void of any other emotion other than lust. You dribbled his cum back on his cock, mixed with your saliva it coated his shaft. Gripping the belt around your wrists he yanked you on top of his lap ‘fuck me, wanna feel you.’

He lined your dripping cunt up with his cum covered cock before sliding it in, one piercing at a time. The slight stretch from the balls dragged against your cunt, you threw your head back, eyes rolling. As you began bouncing on his cock he gripped your waist, feeling your hips move and grind against him. ‘Fucking hell’ he whimpered ‘go slow, go fuckin slow.’ Slowing your pace you rolled your hips. Back and forth.

You gripped at his t-shirt, desperate to ground yourself. Hair falling in-front of your face, your eyes fluttered shut. ‘Fuck Simon’ you whispered. The way his name flowed from your cock drunk lips drove him feral. He pulled your face to his, placing his forehead on yours. ‘Cum on my cock, I know you can do it. You feel so good babe.’ You neared your high, your hips becoming lazy, slow. As you ground your hips the piercings dragged on your walls, heightening your pleasure.

Biting your lip you nuzzled your head into his neck as you came. Muffled moans against his skin saw you through orgasm, he gripped you tight, pulling you flush against him. ‘That’s my girl’ he purred into your ear, as a smug grin slid across his face. He placed a small kiss on your cheek, ‘you did so well love.’ Even the smallest praise from him made your cunt clench. He undid his belt and massaged your wrists, his cock still buried within you. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up’ he smiled against your forehead.

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A/N - lmfao I hope you enjoyed 😭 I love my tongue piercing. So much. This is a tongue piercing appreciation post.

Lord, this fic. Has to be the filthiest...toe curling... sexiest Simon Riley fic I've read. And I HAVE READ A LOT 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

just Ghost staring right into your soul

Simon Ghost Riley.

✨Holy shit! This is amazing!!!! ✨

his gray-haired beard guys omg- i'm fine f i n e

PEDRO PASCAL via Instagram Stories | November 21 CASILLERO DEL DIABLO EXPERIENCE

SIMON ’GHOST’ RILEY in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II

today's thots 😏: you have been begging ghost to tell you his name for days now. he does it while eating you out.

a/n: literally wrote this in 20 mins, fully aware it kinda sucks

he has you sprawled across his bed, your legs freely hanging over the edge. he is kneeling beside you, his hands holding your hips in place, the rough surface of his gloves ever so slightly scratching your soft, delicate skin, his half-masked face buried between your thighs, which are littered with hickeys and bite marks. he's hungrily lapping at your arousal, shamelessly delving his tongue inside you.

a quiet whimper of annoyance, of protest, leaves your lips when he releases the hold of his right hand on your hip, and removes his mouth from your needy, dripping cunt. he brings his fingers to his wet lips, catching the fabric of his glove between his teeth, quickly pulling it off and throwing it away, leaving it forgotten laying somewhere on the ground. his focus shifts back to you immediately - he inserts two of his thick, long fingers inside you. he begins flicking his tongue at your clit, while his fingers pump in and out of you, filling you so deliciously, so perfectly.

occasionally, he completely changes his movement – he lazily curls his fingers inside you, (a pathetic, half-assed attempt to stretch you even more), and simultaneously removes his tongue to gently suck on the swollen, sensitive nub.

you are far beyond the point of hiding your moans in embarrassment. your mind simply too foggy to process anything but the lewd, wet noises filling the room, the sinister, overbearing, pleasure.

he feels you clenching around his fingers, he hears every breath that catches in your throat and he pays full fucking attention to each and every one of your pretty moans that grow carelessly loud, animalistic, and primal. he notices your muscles tensing up, as your body shakes and your hips involuntarily jerk forward – he groans at the sudden contact.

you, though, are simply too far gone to realize any of this, too needy and eager for your sweet release, far too wrecked and broken to form any thought at all.

he removes his dominant hand from your warm cunt, which is pleading even for the smallest touch, the slightest friction feels heavenly. he quickly and messily wipes the wetness off on the side of his clothed thigh. never removing his hot, sloppy mouth in the process - he continues to swallow the sweetness of your arousal, every fucking bit of it, as if his life depends on it, as if all the oxygen was sucked out of his body, your being replacing the air that he inhales, the air that he would die without.

And then he … taps your thigh twice, as if to draw any crumb of attention left in that scrambled pretty mind of yours towards him. your chest feels heavy, and that impossibly sharp warmth in your abdomen threatens to spill all over your body, … yet you manage to shoot open your half-lidded eyes.

he's dragging his index finger across your thigh, barely touching the surface of your skin. it's a shape? a letter? the repeated movement confirms it, S – I. what kind of sadistic mind game is the cocky bastard playing now? and most importantly why is he doing it now when you are so -

he continues his merciless assault, - M

your back arches, legs trembling, - O

the control over your own body begins to slip away from you, both intoxicating and terrifying to experience. you physically feel the fiery pleasure inside you threatening to spill all over the edge - N

''Simon?-'' it's a god-given miracle that you gained enough composure to repeat the word, the name, out loud.

the last thing you feel, right before the pure euphoria spreads through your body and mind, is him smiling against you.

THIS!!!! 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Zen - Grogu and Dust Bunnies | 禅 グローグーとマックロクロスケ Lucasfilm x Studio Ghibli (2022) — dir. Katsuya Kondo

Please! My heart!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹 So cuuuuuute

Pedro Pascal Character Posters (requested by anon)

And I 💕LOVE💕 them all 🥹

HIM MY BELOVED

Pedro Pascal and his green Hugo Boss underwear.

When you realize...he wears his boxers until there are holes in the crotch 🤣🤣🤣 just men things I guess 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️