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spiltspit

Living sculpture ghost 🌿

Accompanying Ao3 fic here

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morinthou

🧛☽⛤☾ rewatched UNHhhh and couldn't help myself🧛☽⛤☾

#mountainbikingvampirewitch

rimfaxe

This thread over on bsky by @kittywritesfic just got ME HOOKED and ive not been able yo stop thinking about it!!!!

Knight Ghost and King's Courtesan Soap :3

justseiya

Don’t ask where those bite marks came from. (The animal doodles in the top right are redraws based on a few different memes.)

Tried drawing them in the Crayon Shin-chan art style.

ramerooni

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rosahutor

Watching TV

salt-lake3

swiftsleep

dorkus99-com

Ghoap ( :P )

Whenever ghost loses something, he never loses it. It’s taken.

Ghost, calling from the other room: Johnny where’d you put the car keys!

Soap, who lost the keys and hot wired their car: I dunno, you’re the one who had it last.

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Simon: Ave you seen my joggers? The old pair, was thinking of cutting them for fabric

Johnny, who’s wearing them as they speak: Nah, maybe you left em on base.

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Simon: For fucks sake Mactavish, you can borrow my mask just give em back! It’s hell to make a new one with the hard shell.

Johnny, who put it on his nieces baby doll thinking it was hilarious: Sorry love, no idea where it could be.

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Simon would rather lose a hundred more car keys, a hundred more joggers, a hundred more masks, compared to losing his one Johnny.

icecoldvenipuncture

Retired!Simon who cruises gay clubs on the weekend to shag pass-around party bottoms in the dingy bathrooms. He waits for some cute young twink to stare at him too long, strikes up a blunt, socially-stunted conversation and maintains it just long enough to lure the guy to the bathroom.

From there he gets an enthusiastic blowie before getting to work pounding them a new hole against the graffiti covered wall. He always comes prepared with condoms and lube, and his partners are usually loose enough to take his fat cock with very little prep. After they’re done, the guy he just made scream on his cock gives him another phone number to add to his collection of never-contacted numbers.

Until Simon stumbles into a club he’s never been in before, pissed out of his mind, and notices Stripper!Soap, in all his hairy, muscular glory. He watches him dance, mesmerized, eyes glued to the thick bulge in Soap’s jock strap and his own cock at a half chub when he approaches Soap to try and lead him to the bathroom.

Soap doesn’t bite, asks Simon to wait until he finishes his shift and stupidly; Simon does. He gets half dragged to Soap’s apartment and ends up on his knees for the first time in years, inhaling the Scot’s cock like he can’t breathe without it.

The sex is unlike anything Simon’s had in years. Soap stays in control, riding him slow and sensual until Simon cums far too early into the condom. He suggests they switch places and whether it’s the alcohol or the Scot’s sexual prowess that convinces Simon, he does it anyway.

Simon finds himself flat on his back, holding Soap’s hand while he stretches out the Brit for the first time in decades. A few more embarrassingly sloppy orgasms and the two men fall asleep entangled with one another.

When Simon leaves in the early morning before Soap wakes up, he stares at the new saved number in his phone and knows he won’t be able to resist contacting it again.

#text post #au #Spicy

mala--draws

being treated soft, without expectations he can gather is scarier than the gunfire he's become numb to.

simon riley is a creature of habit, of an unfair nature that is tolerated and trained and tamed. he isn't something treated soft, not the way mactavish is— thumb against the mask of his cheek. delicate, not like he's fragile but precious. maybe fragile, but riley could hardly discern the difference between things he doesn't know. he doesn't know himself to be fragile nor precious.

his eyes are such a shade of blue. interspersed with a stormy grey that reminds him of piss downpours, and the skies that eventually came after. he looks away, the captain's gaze a hot thing against his. showing deference, fear, uncertainty.

he isn't punished, not just yet.

he's allowed to savour this a little while longer, in the dark and quiet.

#09 ghost #09 ghostsoap #captain john soap mactavish