The video game screen trend but with Ghost! I love both versions :D
+Referenced parts of Brick lane for 2009 and Akihabara for 2022, Thank you google earth 🤣
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The video game screen trend but with Ghost! I love both versions :D
+Referenced parts of Brick lane for 2009 and Akihabara for 2022, Thank you google earth 🤣
Height difference 😌
This is about Graves and his deceased shadows... 🪦
Suggestive themes! 18+ only!
Something something lumberjack!Simon being absolutely feral for you after a fight where he says something stupid and you slap him without thought.
You’re never violent. Have never raised your voice at him, or at anyone for that matter. You never cuss, never instigate, you’re polite. But him smarting off without thought and having you open-palm slap him across the face drove him insane. He barely felt it, barely registered it. But the thought of you being violent, that you did it because you felt something so strongly in regards to him, had him rock hard and absolutely foaming at the mouth.
Your eyes widen and you instantly start to apologize, but his mouth slanted across yours seconds later and it had the apology halting in the back of your throat. You’re putty in his hands, which is good because he’s pawing at your hips and ass while walking you backwards to press up against the hood of his truck.
“So fuckin’ hard for ya, sweet’eart.” Simon groans against your lips, teeth clashing and tongue sliding against yours in a dirty glide.
“M’sorry, Si. Didn’t mean to.” You’re able to mutter between rough passes of lips and teeth, but he’s just shaking his head as he wraps both hands around your hips to lift you onto the hood.
“Nothin’ t’be sorry for, lovie. S’my fault anyways.”he replies on a breath, slotting himself between your spread thighs and dragging his hands up your back to tangle in your hair. He’s using one hand to hold your neck while the other is tugging your hair back to arch your neck and jaw for his rough ministrations.
“M’not violent though. S’not right of me.” You try again, panting and sighing deep in your chest as his stubbled cheeks scratch at your skin while he sucks hickies and bite marks into the delicate skin of your throat and shoulder.
“Hot as fuck is wha’ it is.” Simon retorts, using the excuse of removing his mouth to talk to bite a little too hard into the meat of your collarbone.
“Fuck, Simon. Too hard.” But your hips are still rocking against his body where your legs are wrapped around his broad frame.
“Sorry, sweet’eart. My bad.” But he’s grinning mischievously, not really sorry at all.
You roll your eyes and laugh, wrapping your own hand around the back of his neck to bring him back in for another kiss and another taste.
Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.
Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.
Y/N: You’re both pathetic
Soap: What do YOU sleep with?
Y/N: Simon.
God knew better than to bless me with the gift of drawing bc he knew I'd just draw soap like this over and over again
'muffled music and dingy bathrooms'
Gaz art study