Saw a post on here that reminded me how much I love the artists behind ace attorney because they gifted us this smug little gay brit AND he has a fat ass
“It’s just how they drew his coat-“ NO. You are a hater and in denial. They shaded that thing.
Halfway through a 14 hour road trip, and so, obviously, I’m plagued with thoughts of Biker!Ghost🩶
(inspired by a video I saw recently. **very gently edited)
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• thinking of riding on the back of his motorcycle, which it took a bit of convincing on his part at first, but as soon as you got that first rush- you were hooked.
•just like he was hooked to the feel of your arms around him. he loved being able to reach a hand back to rest on your knee or thigh, and the way you cling to him a little tighter when he takes a corner faster than usual (which he totally doesn’t do on purpose)
•but on this particular ride, after a night out together, the lingering buzz of your drink made you bold- so when he relaxes, placing his hand in it’s usual spot, his warmth radiating even through your jeans and the black leather of his glove, you let your own hand wander with a devious grin you’re glad he can’t see.
•your fingers spread out over his thigh, making a soft, back and forth motion- the sensation causes his to clench around your knee.
•slowly, you readjust to lean in a bit closer, quickly finding the spot that makes his whole body tense suddenly.
•you palm at his cock through his jeans slowly, cautiously, that same grin still plastered on your face when you feel him try to adjust his position on the seat- a low hum rumbling through his chest.
•as you continue your teasing, his grip on your knee turns nearly painful as he gets harder and harder with each agonizing stroke you give him.
•he was already planning every single way he could ruin you the moment he got back to his flat.
•you could map out the perfect outline of his length now, straining against the dark denim and twitching at your touch- and you couldn’t feel it, but there’s just the smallest wet spot in his boxers stained with his precum.
•but suddenly, you pull away- wrong move.
•Ghost moves fast, reaching back blindly to wrap a big hand around your wrist, “No, no-“ he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through him, his voice growling through the helmet, “put it back, love. Don’t get shy now.”
•he does it for you, pulling you forward to place your palm right against the bulge of his cock again just as he turns his head.
•having lifted his visor, you could now see the dark gleam of his eyes glinting under the city lights, “You’ll pay for this later, baby.” He coos, giving you a sly wink before sliding the tinted visor in place again.
•Ghost gets you back to the flat in, very legal, record time, and let’s just say you do pay for your cheeky little stunt. All night long.
The live version of “When We Are Together” will always be my favorite thing, especially the last chorus. After introducing the band, everything goes quiet, the lights slowly go out as everyone leaves and we’re left with just Matty and his guitar, alone in his house; and now that chorus that felt happy and warm previously feels so alone and melancholy. And sure it’s a love song but it’s not just romantic love, or I’d even say it’s mostly not about romantic love. It’s about touring, it’s about the fans, but most importantly it’s about his boys. Idk its just so gut wrenching and vulnerable, and something i think anyone who’s felt that kind of loneliness can really relate to. 🥺🫶