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damnedreams · 2 years
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😘 ( to yuuta! )
PROMPT: It’s international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. / @thevcssel​
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When all the debris settles from the curse’s latest attack, Yuuta runs his gaze along the damaged landscape. 
Not good. 
He turns to Yuuji, assessing him for serious injuries that could hinder or kill him. It takes a cautionary secondary glance for Yuuta to determine he’s fine or good at hiding a major injury. Hoping it’s not the latter he moves on. You can’t linger in battle, always gotta move forward. Strategize, change your pattern, and keep yourself unpredictable to the enemy.  
“We’re not doing so well are we Yuuji,” he remarks with a simple smile. He rubs his jaw, thoughtful. Since the start of the fight he’s noticed they’ve been working on different wavelengths. He hoped they would find their groove... 
Unfortunately that’s not the case right now. Anymore damage they sustain will put them at a severe disadvantage. It doesn’t help that he just came from a long-winded battle that left him almost drained. Unable to summon Rika he’s been working off the remains of his energyk and battle instinct. 
He claps a hand Yuuji’s shoulder, smile still in place. His gaze remains on the curse. Tracking it to ensure it’s not preparing for another large scale attack. 
“I’m too drained and you seem...distracted.” Yuuta wonders if he’s the distraction? Is Yuuji trying to protect him? 
“We continue like this and one of us, me more likely, will wind up dead.” Blunt, but it’s the truth of the battle. Yuuji has his unwelcome little guest who probably won’t let him die. Again, hopefully. He’s heard Sukuna is a quite the...individual. 
“Hmmm,” he hums and his hand finds it’s way to Yuuji’s nape. Fingers brushing along the fuzz there. 
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“What if we try...exchanging energy? Just a smidge, because I think Sukuna is a different brand of energy and well Rika may not like that too much. A tiny bit just to get me back on my feet,” he explains to Yuuji. 
“I think I have an idea on how to..uh speed up the process.” With his hand on Yuuji’s neck, he pulls him closer. Until their noses brush. 
Before he leans in, Yuuta decides to point out his intentions. He’s had way too many moments where the other didn’t always catch his drift. Cute most times, though right now isn’t the place for it. 
“I’m going to kiss you, just so you’re aware. Just picture you’re giving me the energy, handing a small bit of it over. However if you want out, you have five seconds before I go in. ” He smiles again, to show Yuuji he’s okay with whatever decision he makes. Even in battle, certain boundaries matter. 
He counts.
5,4,3,2, and 1. 
Tugging the other closer, he closes the remaining distance between their lips. Sharing a short, sweet kiss. The energy comes to him, but as they part his smile grows into a grin. 
“Consider that kiss good luck too. Hopefully it works in our favor. Now jump back.” 
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woolysstuff · 5 months
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@particle70 Heya! I was your secret santa this year! :D
Hope you like your gift, it was a fun prompt to draw!
And don't worry about Moon, he's fine.... probably..
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friendly-cryptid · 7 months
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for @dariusowlhouseweek
day 5: mentor
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carmyboobear · 2 months
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Carm helping you through your morning sickness.
Currently experiencing hella nausea and a bitch is STRUGGLING 😭
NOOO feel better soon friend!
gonna be honest i'm uh not a big fan of pregnancy related stuff (i don't mind it i just don't care to explore it) but i AM a big fan of sick fics and getting taken care of so lets fucking go!!
One of Carmy's primary love languages is acts of service. he's a chef like what more do i need to say! but also he experiences nausea around the clock!
"Try these. Just take two an' chew 'em." He'd bring you some papaya pills to start. They're sweet and just like little candies. He's used to the taste of pepto by now, but he doesn't wanna make you drink it unless you have to. "Sorry you're not feeling well, baby. Hope these help a little."
When that doesn't help, he'll bring you his bottle of pepto he keeps on the nightstand. "Should've just given this to you first, would've helped you faster," he says, almost to himself, like he's mad at himself for not doing better.
"It's okay, Carm. It's not your fault," you tell him, but he's still got this disgruntled expression on his face. You're both seated on the couch, so you cuddle into his side, and he brings you in closer. "Can you just distract me for now? Tell me about your day?"
"Of course," he says, even though he's not good at talking. At least, he doesn't think he's good at it. "Um...we got our food order today. Buncha frozens, but it was raining today, and it got put in the freezer and it all stuck together..."
He'd go on and ramble and ramble until you feel better <3
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possamble · 2 months
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Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Marcille Donato/Falin Touden
Summary:
Hunched over the stove, wrapped in one of her embroidered shawls, Marcille stares at Falin between unruly strands of long hair. It’s funny. Kabru had called Marcille’s stunned face “owlish,” once, but Falin disagrees — owls are birds of prey. Hunters. Marcille’s eyes aren’t wide like an owl scanning for a kill, they’re wide like a startled prey animal desperately keeping still in the face of a predator. 
One part of Falin wants to leave and never make Marcille look at her like that again. The other part wants to cross the distance across the small room, grab this skittish creature by her delicate little waist and—
Falin looks away. 
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space-b33 · 1 year
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Maybe weird request, but could you draw Hunter wearing this:
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Only if you like of cause but I saw it and could only think about Hunter's slutty little waist.😂
Not weird at all, I used this for a late night sketch to help me get sleepy. Thanks! :) (Hunter’s lil waist is often on my mind too lol)
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sunlightdrop · 1 year
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Happy 12th Anniversary, Tangled! ( 11. 24. 2010 ) ♡
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yellowdevilkitten · 10 months
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This is for the lovely @a-little-unsteddie hope this was what you were wanting!
“No, no way Chris.” Eddie starts his monologue the same way he’s been starting his monologues lately. Eddie knew Chrissy was a troublemaker that’s what made them best friends in the first place. So he doesn’t really know what he could’ve expected when Chrissy asked him to be her maid of honor(he’s honored really!) but it definitely wasn’t to come get a manipedi with the rest of the bridesmaids. Why does she need a manipedi anyways, her nails are looking great as ever(acrylic with tiny gemstones a light purple-ish color).
“Why not? You paint your nails. What's so wrong with somebody painting yours for you? Plus you get a free massage out of it.” She agrees, clearly done with the conversation they’ve been having for the past thirty minutes.
 Eddie doesn’t hate the idea of of getting a manipedi he just prefers to do his nails himself and honestly he’s offended that chrissy doesn’t think he’s capable of his nails turning out nice and neat(he isn’t he gets too impatient and they typically turn out smudge, chipped, and smushed). The part that he isn’t going to enjoy is all the gossip and don’t get him wrong he loves gossip but he doesn’t enjoy listening to middle aged women gossip about how much they hate their husbands.
 He also knows that the bridesmaids and Chrissy are all going to gossip but he’s heard all that gossip before, plus he knows he’s not going to be able to sit still for X amount of time. So Eddie going to go get a manipedi is a bad idea for many reasons but chrissy doesn’t seem to be budging and he knows it’s her wedding and she knows that he’s going to say yes either way and him denying is all for good fun. 
He lets out a dramatic and long sigh before ending the conversation. “Fine, I’ll go.” He puts his hands up in a surrender after he says that so Chrissy knows he’s serious. Her answering smile is everything Eddie needs to know this is a great idea. 
— The day of the wedding Eddie and the girls are all squished into a car to be pampered(which Chrissy forgot to inform him that they’d also be getting their hair styled, she knows how he feels about his hair, the rat). Which leads them to their last stop, The nail salon which doesn’t look as ominous as he thought. 
He’s squished in the middle between jenna and Molly who is talking enthusiastically over him about some guy name Carl(gag carl was one of the hair stylist doing kelly’s hair he kept making creepy comments about kelly’s hair he honestly doesn't know how jenna and molly can even look at him and see someone worth dating). Eddie doesn’t even realize they have parked too cought up in his thoughts about Carl. 
“Alright you guys ready?” Chrissy asks before opening her car door. 
“Don’t really have a choice.” he mumbles under his breath waiting for the girls to get out of the car so he can. 
Once they walk into the salon Eddie’s immediately hit by the smell of nail polish. Before he can register anything other than the overwhelming smell of polish he hears a admittedly handsome voice call out,
“hi, do you have a booking with us?” 
“Uhm-” Eddie starts before Chrissy cuts him off. “Yes we do, it should be under Chrissy Cunningham.” 
The guy, which Eddie realizes has a nametag on that says ‘steve’, walks up to the front desk to type into the computer and he nods his head that Eddie takes to mean he found the name. 
“Okay, it says here everyone is getting a manipedi is that correct?” Hot guy, Steve, double checks. 
“Mhm, expect I’m getting acrylics done too.” Chrissy corrects. 
“Great you ladies and gentleman,” he winks at Eddie, “Can take a seat at those six pedicure chairs after you pick out your colors.” 
He’s off before Eddie can get a word in, Chrissy taps on his arm and he turns toward her. She has a knowing look on her face and he shakes his head no. She shrugs and drags him over to the colors. 
Eddie’s amaze at Steve for being able to keep up with all the bitchiness of the girls. Of course Eddie’s not paying that much attention because he’s holding his hand. Nobody told him a hot guy was going to hold his hands for about twenty minutes and he hasn’t even got the polish on yet. If he knew this he would be getting his nails done regularly. 
Even the strong smell of nail polish is bearable with Steve holding his hands. The only disappointing part is that it means nothing, which is a shame really, Eddie can see it now him and Steve could have a life together too bad this is a nail salon and chrissy is about to get married maybe he’d have time to flirt.
 He doesn’t realize he’s squirming in his seat until Steve says, “Relax your hands.” He’s
 pretty sure his face burns red when he says that. 
“It’s okay, it happens all the time.” Steve reassures, which doesn’t really calm Eddie’s nerves but he still tries. 
He looks around the salon to see Kelly talking her nail tech’s ear off and the poor girl is trying her best to keep up. Eddie also realizes that right next to Steve is a girl who isn’t doing any nails but is just chilling there. He also realizes that Steve and the girl are talking together, he worries that maybe the girl is Steve's girlfriend. 
“Robbie, I can’t just ask that I’m at work.” 
“Please, you’ve flirted at work before, dingus.” Robbie(?) responses with a flippant hand. ‘Oh great’ Eddie thinks of course he’s trying to flirt with one of the girls. What else was Eddie supposed to expect? They are all like Carl. It’s pretty disappointing to learn that this guy is just like the rest. 
“Is this the polish you picked out?” oh Steve’s talking to him again, ew is that butterflies in his stomach. He should not be getting butterflies for this straight guy. 
“Yeah.” Eddie says but it comes out as more of a question. 
“Great, it's a lovely color.” Steve replies with a gorgeous smile. Eddie wouldn’t have picked the color if it wasn’t for chrissy it’s a black with hints of purple to match his suit. 
The other bridesmaids are also wearing purple to match Chrissy’s light yellow dress. Chrissy is having a nature theme wedding so her braid is wearing greens and blues. He smiles remembering when he helped chrissy pick out her dress it matches her ring which is a gold butterfly. 
He watches as Steve paints his nails in silence until Steve speaks up. “So what brings you guys into the salon?” 
“Oh, my best friend, Chrissy is getting married and she wanted us all to get manipedis together.” Eddie answers with a small smile. He can’t believe that Chrissy is getting married. It feels just like yesterday since they met. 
“That’s lovely, you got a date to bring with you?” He questions. Eddie’s face burns red for what feels like the tenth time because he does not in fact have a date.
 If he did he’d probably not be blushing everytime he remembers that Steve is holding his hands. Because that’s the most intimate thing ever(how does Chrissy deal with doing this every month?)! Eddie might combust if he thinks about Steve holding his hands one more time. 
“No, no I do not.” Eddie answers with a shake of his head and accidentally moves his hand. “Shit, shit, I’m so sorry.” 
“It’s fine you’ve been doing it the whole time.” Steve shrugs. That just serves to make Eddie blush harder, why hadn’t he asked Eddie to stop? Any other person would’ve gotten pissed by now. 
“Annnnd you’re done.” The girl calls from Steve’s shoulder. He sees Steve shoot her a glare. 
“Well technically you aren’t done, you still have to dry.” Steve points where the rest of the girls minus chrissy are talking with their hands under a table. He nods before standing up(he tries to be mindful of his nails). 
Once everyone’s nails are done it’s time to check out. Eddie mentally prepares himself for the price of the treatment. Molly and Danielle are both looking at their nails and gossiping about some boy named David at work. Chrissy is talking to her nail tech, which he believes his name is Win, short for Winston. Jenna and Kelly are talking to the girl next to Steve, who he believes goes by Robbie. Eddie’s just standing by the desk waiting for one of them to check them out. 
“Alright, are you guys ready?” Eddie startles when he hears Steve’s voice from behind him. 
“Uh- yes.” He says, sounding unsure. 
“How are you paying?” Steve questions with an encouraging smile. 
“Split payment, hey Chris it’s split payment six way even, right?” Eddie shouts hoping to catch her attention. 
“Yes, yes.” She waves him off with a cheeky smirk. 
“You heard the lady.” He smirks at Steve. 
“I put it all on separate payments. If you want to start, you can put your card in the reader.” Steve grins. 
Eddie pays for his then Jenna, Kelly, Danielle, Molly, and then Chrissy. Before they walk out Steve hands him a piece of folded paper that has the nail salon and the number to call. 
Before he walks into the venue for Chrissy to get married off he unfolds the paper and realizes it reads, ‘I enjoyed holding your hands hoping I can hold your hands for a different reason  -Steve’ with his number to call him. 
Eddie smiles to himself and folds the paper and puts it in his breast pocket before walking into the venue because first he needs to watch his best friend get married. 
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zeldonovan · 1 year
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@calamity-unlocked SO. i heard u like teen shenanigans (happy final stretch of @dndads-winter-gift-exchange !!)
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saint-miroir · 3 months
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Mamotte Shugogetten!-- Animanga Museum pages: Dengeki Animation Magazine (07/2000)
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myuminji · 1 year
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Is your work purposefully set to not reblog? I'm just curious is all, I love your style and the way you draw vash is very cute 🥰
hi hello yes!! I usually set asks or works I find too unfinished/messy to 'not reblog' in case I want to delete them later on HSFDGSH (btw thank you so much for the compliment ur so sweett 😭😭💕💖 have the end of this saga 🤲)
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holocene-sims · 3 months
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happy birthday to me 🎂
as a gift to y'all on my (not) special day, on this semi-okay monday, i am restarting my story queue 🎉
oh yes, everything the stars promised is so back! and running again at 2 posts at 8 and 9 PM EST for the time being 🥂 i'll slow it down if necessary, but 2 posts a day seems to work pretty well!
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novakiart · 7 months
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Best spider man comic?
oh!! I'm going to stick to self-contained comics that you can just hop right into
i loooove the amazing spider-man annual #1 (2018) by saladin ahmed. the take on peter & venom's relationship (told through venom's pov) is really really good
peter parker: the spectacular spider-man #310 (2017) by chip zdarsky has been recommended a lot and for good reason!! strong emphasis on peter's relationship with average new yorkers (and vice versa). will make you feel feelings
spine-tingling spider-man #1-8 (2021-22) also by saladin ahmed is a great little self-contained story for spooky season!!! it's a marvel unlimited exclusive rn but physical copies are set to come out soon and a sequel is in the works!!! i love juan ferreyra's traditional art so much too
deadpool annual #2 (2014) by christopher hastings. ok I'm cheating because it's a deadpool story BUT it deals with peter's anxiety and spidey senses going rampantly out of control because he's 1) convinced random new yorkers are chameleon and therefore are out to get him and 2) he has not gotten any sleep because of this. deadpool as the voice of reason is pretty fun. it's just a lighthearted little one-off plot (bros keep bros secret identities safe)
mary jane & black cat: beyond #1 (2022) by jed mackay is also another cheat but you should read it anyway (don't let the bad cover dissuade you). peter is unconscious in the hospital and attracting unwanted attention because he's suspiciously got both mj and black cat looking after him, and their resulting team up dynamic is really fun! mackay's standalone black cat stuff is pretty great too
are these, like, the best spider-man's 60+ yr run has to offer? probably not! but they're fun little stories if you're dipping your toes into the comics
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jedi-order-apologist · 3 months
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Light of Day
Cody had always been drawn to the sun, long before he got to see one. Written for Cody Day (2/2/24) and Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Gold"
Also on AO3
Sunshine was nonexistent on Kamino.
It rained, and it rained, and it rained. It stormed, mostly, but even when the sea and sky were calm, there were usually still heavy clouds above, drizzling a fine mist that never really stopped.
And on the rare occasions where it didn’t rain at all, fog rose up from the ocean, thick and obscuring the sky.
That wasn’t to say that Cody – or his brothers, for that matter – was entirely unfamiliar with the concept, of course. There were simulations. They were training for a war where they would need to be prepared to fight in all manner of environments. There were UV rooms, for the continued maintenance of their health – the Kaminoans may not have needed it, but humans, even cloned humans, certainly needed more of the sun than they could get naturally on Kamino.
So, Cody knew sunshine, to an extent. He knew its effects on the body, both positive and negative. He knew what the suns looked like in the skies of their respective planets. He knew the dangers of its glare as it hung low in the sky or reflected off their armor and equipment.
He suspected, however, that it was not quite the same thing as experiencing it.
It was an idle thought, and not something he dwelled on, more concerned with training and proving his capability as a soldier and commander candidate. Still, if there was something he looked forward to aside from fulfilling his purpose, it was that someday he would experience the sun for real.
He, unfortunately, was not deployed to the first battle, on Geonosis, a world that had no shortage of sunshine.
From the stories from those who had returned, though, there wasn’t much of it to see once the battle got going, too much dust and sand kicked up into the air, obscuring it just as much as the ocean’s fog.
Cody expected that such would be the case when he did get to experience a real sun for the first time. It was unfortunate, but that was the way things were.
But Cody turned out to have better luck than that, getting shipped first to Coruscant rather than directly to the battlefield. So he had the good fortune to actually have a moment to appreciate his first true sunshine.
It was quietly satisfying – more or less what he expected it to be like, the warmth of it, the shining reflections off the skyscrapers as dawn crept up on the city. There was a softness to it that he hadn’t quite expected – even the simulation lighting on Kamino always had a harshness to it, that the real sun lacked, while still keeping everything in perfect clarity. It left a lingering impression, and he wondered if other suns would rise the same.
He decided that, as much as the demands of war permitted, he would take a moment to appreciate the sunshine, if not the sunrise, on as many planets as he could. They all had to find their own personal indulgences, and this was Cody’s, only known to himself.
Or at least, it was, until General Kenobi asked Cody’s opinion on what color to distinguish the 212th battalion with.
“The color of sunshine,” Cody said, without hesitation. General Kenobi seemed unsurprised and untroubled by such an imprecise request. He did tease Cody with a bit of pedantry about how the different temperatures of stars and the composition of planetary atmospheres impacted the perception of their color, but he also didn’t press for any further details.
Somehow, though, the gold paint now in front of Cody was exactly what he had wanted, easily recalling the warmth and that satisfaction of his first sunrise.
And it was clear as day just how he was going to apply that paint.
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ohbo-ohno · 7 months
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Kinktober Day 19 - Voyeurism
Ghost x Soap - 1k (on ao3)
summary: Ghost muses on his opinions about his new Sergeant while watching his favorite show. (Ghost POV)
cw: noncon voyeurism but no actual touching
Johnny looks so pretty with water running down his body, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. The scruffy hair, the scars, the blood slowly washing away - all of it paints the prettiest fucking picture Ghost has ever seen.
He hates it. 
Johnny has no right being so tempting, no right looking like that even when he thinks he’s alone.
Ghost’s heavy breaths fog up the window of the door he’s looking through, and he roughly wipes away the condensation with the side of his fist. The last thing he needs right now is a reminder that he’s not supposed to be watching Johnny, that this is wrong.
Of course it’s wrong. Everything about the way Ghost feels for Johnny is wrong.
He was never supposed to matter. This was all supposed to be temporary, but Johnny went and got himself a permanent spot on the task force, and now Ghost has to live with a constant want while Johnny walks around without a care in the world.
He snarls as Johnny relaxes further into the warm stream of water, heaving a big enough sigh that Ghost can watch as it leaves his lungs.
Here Simon is, panting like an animal and hiding behind a door, while Johnny gets to fucking relax, gets to treat himself like a fucking king.
Alright, that might be a little unfair. The military showers are far from royalty worthy, but still. Ghost hasn’t known peace since the Sergeant tapped his shoulder and promised to save him a seat, it’s bullshit that he gets to feel so at ease.
If Ghost had anything less than perfect self-control, he’d have fixed all of this tension weeks ago. Stormed right up to the Sergeant, shoved him into the closest room, and fucked all the horrible need away. But no, he can’t just go around fucking his subordinates, Price would pitch a fit.
So he’s stuck outside the shower, like a peeping Tom. It’s humiliating.
At least Johnny is decent enough to give him a show.
He always waits for the water to cover him fully after a mission, for all the dirt and grime and blood to be washed away. That had been a shocking thing to learn about Johnny - he likes things clean. He’s always the first one in the showers as soon as they’re dismissed from debriefs.
Once the water runs clear and all the filth has gone down the drain, Johnny palms his cock.
He’s never soft with himself. Ghost isn’t sure if he likes that or not - part of him wants to pin Johnny down on the filthy bathroom floor, watch him whine and complain while he strokes his cock as slowly as possible, giving him just a hint of sensation. The other part of him wants to pin Johnny to the tile and stroke him hard and fast, watch him writhe and maybe even cry a little when the pleasure starts to hurt.
Johnny walks a line between those two extremes. He jacks himself quickly and with little finesse, but he always makes sure he’s got some lubricant, and he never edges himself. He’s almost efficient about it.
The sight of Johnny’s body, scrubbed clean and gone a little pink from the heat of the water, is like a trigger for Ghost’s cock these days. He’s already thickening in his pants before Johnny starts truly getting himself off.
He doesn’t pull his cock out - for some reason that feels like a step too far. Instead he holds a heavy hand over his crotch, fucks his fist as best he can while still maintaining a thing veneer of modesty.
Another thing Johnny doesn’t even realize he gets. He puts on such a pretty show for Ghost every night, and Simon never gets to reciprocate. 
It’s difficult to follow the exact motions of Soap’s work with the steam beginning to fog up the glass from the inside. The vague motions almost get Ghost more worked up, though, leaving him to imagine what Johnny’s fist looks like around his cock.
It’s not difficult to picture, Simon’s seen it more than enough times by now.
The fog is an excuse to watch Johnny’s face. He’s always so expressive, teeth digging into his lower lip, eyebrows twitching wildly as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He never breathes steadily when he gets himself off, and the way his chest rises and falls in such jerky movements never fails to get Ghost all that much closer to the edge.
He’s stunning. Ghost hates it.
Johnny’s almost glowing when he finally comes, mouth dropping open into the perfect o shape. His hips buck into his own fist as he milks himself, stripes of cum painting his abs. 
Ghost comes at nearly the same time, low growls he can’t silence rumbling in his chest, the uncomfortable stickiness of a wasted load of cum soaking into his boxers.
He matches Johnny’s breaths, tries to calm himself down.
He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to resist finding that closest room, resist finding out how pretty that gorgeous expanse of tanned skin would look under his skin.
Ghost wants Johnny reddened from his palm, not the steam. He wants his cum buried deep insode of Johnny - his stomach, his hole, anywhere he can get it. He wants to be able to edge Soap, to show him the exquisite torture of delayed pleasure. He wants to hold the man down, force him where he wants, feel all that rippling muscle and fight that Johnny carries.
He wants Johnny. 
He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to resist him.
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hellsite-detective · 3 months
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Hi detective!! Since you were able to find the post I wanted last time I came here again to see if you could locate this post for me??
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also referred to as:
"this was a pretty simple case. i went on down to the Search Bar and asked Google for the phrase "five nights at freddys" comin' from this particular address and i was handed the post i was lookin' for instantly. i was able to file it away no problem."
here you are! your post! have a great day!
Post Case: Closed
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