The pretty boys of ghost ❤️‍🔥

Ghost - "Faith" - from A Pale Tour Named Death

I REALLY wish they made more videos like this for their songs cos goddamn I would watch them on loop allllll day

Thanks Spotify, i had no idea what he was singing.

Simon Riley x fem!reader (nsfw,MDNI, filth, slight breeding kink)

He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about seeing you carrying your friend's baby that made his dick hard. The thought of you with a baby, his baby, didn't leave Simon's mind for days, plaguing him so much at one point that he decided to make you a mommy. You didn't even knew of his new found mission, only finding it out as he pounds into you from behind and you suddenly feel his breath next to you, telling you about it.

"M'gonna stuff you, make you a mommy, you wanna be a mommy, Lovie?"

In the back of his mind, Simon knew how unfair it was to ask you right now, but the second you gave an incoherent nod, the only thing in his head was fulfilling your wish. He makes you cum multiple times, telling you it's fine every time he releases another load of his seed into you in hopes of getting you pregnant. And don't even think about how it will be when you actually have your first baby, the second Simon sees you with the baby, he will want to make a second.

Dear God, today I woke up. I am healthy, I am alive. Thank you. 🙏

This is how mountain of faith goes right

He'd fall harder

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"Mon cœur bat aux rythmes de ta douce voix"

He was there again. He visited your café for the third time this week. It was a normal place, stays open till dawn and provides him with sweet pastries and drinks to pass the night.

Simon adopted this ritual of coming whenever you had your shift at night. You were oblivious he'll never show up in the morning, he only comes from dusk to admire you from afar.

You talked to him countless times, joking about the government, books and whatever else on the small TV. He found himself interested. His small ten minute pause turned into a three hour session of gossip and jokes. It was the first time he met you and he was already hooked on.

Tonight, he sat at the same booth, eyeing your sweet face from afar. He felt distressed, knowing you'd never be his. Shaking his head, he dived in the abyss of melancholy while looking in his pocket for his lighter, the cigarette between his lips a proof to his misery.

He closed his eyes, and a sound clicked in front of him, followed by the familiar smell of the smoke. He eyed you, your soft smile as you uttered:"I got you, Lt!" Your hand was extended in front of him, holding a lighter, he could smell off your skin the gentle musk of coffee and cacao.

It took from Simon so much self grounding to not fall on one knee and propose to you, offering his life to be yours.

No reason why I drew this. I just drew it hueh

self-indulgent fanart for my own fic lol

they be going thru it

Papa Emeritus Gary Miller au send tweet

Tobias Forge with Mad Gallica at Metallica show, credits to @akindghost on insta

A little Rammstein-ish in places which actually works!

I am all eyes. I am all ears. I am the wall. And I'm watching you fall.

C ... 0 ... I ... II ... III … C̷̗͒h̶͉͛a̵̱̎p̶̝͆ṱ̷̿e̸͚͂r̵̞͂

blood cw below | obligatory jumpscare version:

The versions that gave me jump scares bc I would accidentally hide the paint layer.

Idea of mine:

How would 141 (either poly or like any of them, im not fussy, take ur pick) to a reader (preferably fem) who like doesn't make any noise in bed? Like could be having the most earth shattering orgasm but not a single moan. Would they see it as like a challenge to compete to see who could get her to make a noise?

Best believe they'd take it as a challenge.

Poly!141 x fem!reader

Warnings: p in v, poly, oral fem receiving, just straight up nasty so mdni

The captain's eyes were trained on the scene that played out in front of him, your poor little cunny all slick and waiting to be played with again , but Gaz and Soap seemed to be too occupied with arguing who would manage to make their little bird sing, neither of them noticing that their Liteunant had entered, who wasn't happy at all about seeing his little darling neglected. The sergeants only stopped as Ghost grabbed them at their necks like a cat does to her kittens in order to maneuver them of the bed.

"Can't leave you two alone f' one second. Look a' that, not thinking about our poor bunny. Wanna' show 'em how to make her scream, Cap?" 

The older man simply nodded, sliding onto the bed to flush your back against his hairy chest. Gaz and Soap settled down, pouting like children that had just gotten their favorite toy taken away, which, at least to some extent, was true. And still, your only sign of just having your cunt eaten out were your hazy eyes and the way your breath came out faster than usual. John fondled your breast, twisting the little buds between his fingers, while Simon slowly moved into you. The pleasure that you felt was only given away by the way you threw your head back. You pressed yourself further into John's body seeking him out. Simon picked up his pace in hopes of at least getting a whimper out of you, but nothing, not until one of the hands that had just rested on your chest started rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. It was too much Simon's hard strokes—one hand playing with your nipple while the other abused your poor bud, the feeling caused you to leave out a string of moans that carried their names within them. Johnny and Kyle glared at the scene that unfolded right infront of them, the scot even palming himself through his pants while the other one was too encapsulated to move. The Captain had the audacity to grin at them smugly, as if that didn't make them want to prove that they would make you sing for them just as pretty after the older two were done.