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Unicorn Rider.

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My (belated but lets not talk about that) Mer May fic for 2024!

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Weaknesses (ft. date nights)

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Oh shit I remembered tumblr exists! (Tablet hated tumblr? IDK. Its working now after some major overhalls?)

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My (vaguely) DnD-inspired fic is off of hiatus! Short update here, longer one will post tonight/tomorrow morning. Mind the tags! There's a happy ending here somewhere but the boys definitely go through it first.

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New Ghoap Fic!

Its werewolves, its zombies, its were-creature-zombies! Its angsty and the boys have a bad time for a while (until they don't, promise).

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New fic goes live tonight on AO3. Here's hoping you like it <3

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Re-tumblrering this so I remember to get off my ass and finish Part 3 and.... however other many parts to get to the fun lil ending I've got.

Ghost Soap: Berlin, a club, a dark room

(CW: age gap, unrequited SoapGaz, kink/BDSM, experience gap, eventual Ghoap is 100% consensual BUT definitely could be considered rushed/too fast by the fault of either/both of these dumb, horny men) Gaz and Soap are traveling during a uni holiday break, bumping through the continent before they have to go back and properly crack down: Kyle’s has a real shot at the Olympic team and Soap’s crammed his upcoming term with more courses than anyone should in an effort to save the dwindling funds from his scholarship. The only reason Soap’s along at all is Kyle’s charity and he tries not to think too much about how much, and exactly why, he’s going to miss him. They’re in Berlin when they meet up with this goth chick that Soap is desperately trying to impress. She goes along with it and invites them both to the club: It's overwhelming in the way that they are for first timers, which both of them absolutely are. Soap definitely lied about how experienced he was (or deliberately left out how green he is) to impress this girl so naturally the situation once they’re inside goes all tits up in the wrong way. The girl ends up making out with Gaz in the hallway instead of Soap and he can’t blame her, look at the guy. Or maybe she was hoping she’d get both of them, way she’s looking at him, but that’s definitely too close to those things Soap doesn’t want to think concerning Gaz so he wishes them well, despite the hollow gnawing in his chest and wanders.

He ends up talking to a woman who’s a little older, beautiful and attractive but she laughs and just pats him on the head when he thinks that CBT means Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, he took Intro Psych his first year, and suggests he find someone more his speed to play with. 

“Play? I’m not a kid.” He says. He’s been with older women and they’ve liked him and there’s definitely something about this one that he likes.

“Not that kind of play.” She just smiles at him with perfectly painted lips. Then asks him if she can help him find his friends, but he’s a stubborn little idiot with bruised pride so of course he tells her it's fine.

After that he just wants a place to curl up and be the fuck alone and have his sad, confused boy- man, adult man, feelings. But he’s sort of lost and doesn’t know where he’s supposed to go and definitely doesn’t speak enough German to really properly navigate this place that is so much bigger than it looked from the outside.. Naturally ends up where he shouldn’t be.

Enter Ghost, full gear. Mask, of course. Not currently with anyone per se but assisting another pair. Hears Soap before he sees him. Rolls his eyes, figures he should probably get this stupid kid out of here. Soap’s not expecting the massive man in the skull mask and the whole… outfit… to speak english. Isn’t expecting his knees to turn into pudding when he hears the voice. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here, sweetheart.” He stalks forward and Soap can’t look away. “Why not?” Soap says. It's stupid. But right now he’d do anything to keep those dark, almost black eyes on him. Keep him saying ‘sweetheart’ instead of ‘kid’. “Door wasn’t locked.”

“I think you know why.”  Ghost says. “If I don’t…Would you teach me?””

And the way he bats his eyelashes has to be intentional, has to know what he’s doing. Testing Ghost’s self control. “You definitely don’t know what you’re asking for.”

(Part 1, already working on Part 2!) Special kudos to @leathfaic for our silly chit chats that lead to this.

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Ghost is a man who never needed to do much to draw attention when he goes clubbing. His impressive frame ensures he gets plenty of attention. That natural air of authority honed over years as a commanding officer ensuring he has his space if he wants it, unwanted approaches stopped before they even begin.

Still lots of eyes stick to him casually leaning against the bar. Always had an easy pick of those brave enough to approach him. Even before the scars in his face he attracted a certain type, the twinks that wanted to be thrown around, bears wanting to play with someone in their own weight class they weren't sure they could out-wrestle and everyone in between who just likes tall, strong blondes. Ever since the scars that has only intensified, might be that he loses out on some vain types, but the daredevils flock to him even more now.

So really he can't complain. He's not the biggest fan of the places, avoids scrungy punky ones altogether for very personal reasons, but they serve their purpose. Finding a quick lay mostly. Sometimes just enjoying a space where he's not the only gay man for miles and miles.

When he starts to go clubs with Soap though, it becomes a very different experience.

First of all he's not looking to take anyone home or to a convenient dark corner.

No, he's here because Johnny likes dancing and what Johnny wants he usually gets. Simon could never deny him anything.

So there is no one Ghost is looking at but Soap. And bloody fucking hell it is worth looking.

Johnny's easy confidence bleeds off of him and mixed with his natural charm he commands the entire rooms attention. His body helps, sure, sculpted muscles barely hidden by a mesh shirt and jeans so tight there's nothing left to the imagination, but there's plenty of good looking men around.

None of them carry themselves like Soap does though.

He watches as Soap enters the dance floor, seeming to melt into the beat. Dancing as effortlessly as he cleans an entire building of hostiles. A fucking vision in strobing lights as he let's the rhythm dictate his movements. Wide fucking smile painted on his face.

People flock to him, wind themselves around him in more or less proficient dance moves, probably hoping to leave an impression over the gaggle of obvious suitors.

Soap toys with them, dancing with those he finds entertaining, neatly sidestepping those he doesn't. Bathing in the attention of wandering hands and lips.

Ghost wonders if they can feel how dangerous of a man he really is. If they can smell the slight hint of sulfur from the demolitions workshop he's been crammed in all day. If they can see the edge in his eyes, that predatory glint of a man trained to kill walking through a crowd of unaware civilians.

Most probably can't.

Some who can probably find it exciting.

In the end none of it matters anyways.

Because it is Ghost's gaze that Johnny seeks when another man winds around him, littering his neck with kisses. And it's on Ghost's wordless command that he abandons the crowd of hopefuls. Meandering over to him, well aware of all the looks following him as he sprawls himself in Simon's lap unabashedly.

It's a unique rush of power having the man they all want at his beck and call. To take a sip of whisky and shamelessly kiss it into his mouth. Making sure just a little spills over painting a golden line for him to lick up.

Keeping his eyes on the crowd and bathing in their envy, their hunger and their shock.

He indulges for a few minutes, let's Soap shower him in affection while keeping him and the room in check with his dominance over the situation.

It's a game they both know Ghost will lose down the line, will drag Soap out of the club like his life depends on it. Maybe throw him over his shoulder just to make a point.

But not yet. Now he makes sure Soap drinks some water and sends him off again with a well aimed slap to his arse.

And Johnny smiles bright and wide. Drifting into the crowd, the crowd that is apprehensive at first but before long they can't help themselves. There's some wary glances shot at Simon, but his ongoing indifference seems to embolden them. Crowding Soap like moths would a light.

And Ghost finds himself suddenly enjoying clubs a whole lot more. Revelling in Soap's obvious bliss and the knowledge that the man who drives the whole dance floor senseless will follow him in the blink of an eye.

Let them get their hopes up, he's got nothing to fear, to be jealous over because he knows the only thing that matters:

Soap commands the whole room without even trying, but Ghost is the only one who commands his attention.

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New fic is done. Its over 10k. I have been told its "good fucking food". It'll be up on AO3 in like, a week. I can't wait to hear what folks think. I'm also fuckin terrified.

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Okay, I'm far enough into this Halloween/Spooky exchange fic that I don't think I'm worried its complete trash anymore? And I think I even have a title I don't hate. (Its another simple title, we're down to one word this time... How do y'all keep coming up with these long ass titles for your stuff istg I wanna be cool like that)

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finally free to indulge again yEEHAW ft. that Ghost skin he's double cheeked up in that ive been dying to draw for months 🍑👏 got to bust out the dark synthwave for thissun

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Today's the FIRST day I woke up without AO3 alerts since I started writing Punch Drunk. Wild.

(Obviously means I have to get more fics up, I guess. Good thing I have more on the way :3)

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Reblogging this so I can find it again to make sure I read it.

Hello there!

Just saw your post about Period!ghostsoap and Canon!ghostsoap meeting and was wondering if we could maybe have a one-shot/Drabble about how that meeting would go and what they think of the other individual+ghostsoap relationship.

Up to you, no pressure!

Hello!! I'm... too embarrassed to write something like this... but here’s them just fraternizing I hope it suffices

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I have some fun spooky-season Ghoap shit in the works and I've got enough of a WIP that I'm actually pretty excited about it now.

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Ghost Soap: Berlin, A Club, A Dark Room (p2)

(CW: age gap, unrequited SoapGaz, kink/BDSM, experience gap, background OFCxOMC) Part One And the way he bats his eyelashes has to be intentional, has to know what he’s doing. Testing Ghost’s self control. “You definitely don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Show me?”

“No. You’re going to tell me exactly what you want, or you’re not going to get anything.”

Soap opens his mouth.

“Not finished.” Ghost wants to tip his jaw back up to closed himself, one finger under his chin. Tilt his head up and get a look at those baby blues. Ghost knows he’d let him do it. 

He doesn’t. Just holds his hand up instead. “First test starts now sweetheart. You stand right here, still and silent while I finish my business with these two. You’re going to wait, and you’re going to think long and hard about exactly what you want.”

Soap can feel the question on his tongue. And then? He bites his lip to keep it in his mouth.

Ghost lowers his hand, smiling behind the mask.

“Good boy. You might just pass.”

Soap can barely stay standing after those words come from the hidden mouth behind that mask. But he does. That’s what he was told to do and he desperately wants to prove himself and pass this test. It's all Soap wants. Wants it more than he wants to think about why.

Ghost turns away from him, back to the pair in the middle of the shadowy room that he’d been focused on before. Says something in German that Soap can’t follow, but the voice still makes him want to go to his knees.

The man in the center of the room is already on his knees, hands bound behind him and eyes covered with a thick, leather blind. More than just his hands are bound.

More German, as Ghost leans into the gorgeous woman standing over the kneeling man. Now that he’s really looking at her, with all those soft curves set on perfect display in that wicked stance, Soap knows his eyes should have picked her out as a focal point first. The moment he stumbled in. And yet.

Now that they’re back together the three of them look like perfect, matching set pieces. Soap can recognize that even if his eyes keep going back to the same one. The same one they’d found first.

Ghost clarifies the situation. Both are comfortable, confident as they are now and both agree to either of the outcomes he lays out to them. Quite happily.

The woman’s mouth curls into a broader smile as her focus goes between the bound man, up to Ghost and then finally… lands on Soap himself. She says something to Ghost and then gives Soap a wink before turning back to the man kneeling in front of her.

That wink definitely does something to Soap, but not nearly as much as Ghost walking back toward him. He bites his lip again. He stands closer than he was before when he finally speaks. 

“So, you managed the first half. Did you do the second part?”

Soap thought the voice might have less of an effect after the surprise wore off. He’s wrong.

“Yes.” He says, nods but doesn’t take his eyes off the ones behind the mask. “I know what I want. Now what, do I get to tell you?”

Ghost makes the slightest noise that could be considered a laugh. “No. Now, you get to ask me.”

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Ghost Soap: Berlin, a club, a dark room

(CW: age gap, unrequited SoapGaz, kink/BDSM, experience gap, eventual Ghoap is 100% consensual BUT definitely could be considered rushed/too fast by the fault of either/both of these dumb, horny men) Gaz and Soap are traveling during a uni holiday break, bumping through the continent before they have to go back and properly crack down: Kyle’s has a real shot at the Olympic team and Soap’s crammed his upcoming term with more courses than anyone should in an effort to save the dwindling funds from his scholarship. The only reason Soap’s along at all is Kyle’s charity and he tries not to think too much about how much, and exactly why, he’s going to miss him. They’re in Berlin when they meet up with this goth chick that Soap is desperately trying to impress. She goes along with it and invites them both to the club: It's overwhelming in the way that they are for first timers, which both of them absolutely are. Soap definitely lied about how experienced he was (or deliberately left out how green he is) to impress this girl so naturally the situation once they’re inside goes all tits up in the wrong way. The girl ends up making out with Gaz in the hallway instead of Soap and he can’t blame her, look at the guy. Or maybe she was hoping she’d get both of them, way she’s looking at him, but that’s definitely too close to those things Soap doesn’t want to think concerning Gaz so he wishes them well, despite the hollow gnawing in his chest and wanders.

He ends up talking to a woman who’s a little older, beautiful and attractive but she laughs and just pats him on the head when he thinks that CBT means Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, he took Intro Psych his first year, and suggests he find someone more his speed to play with. 

“Play? I’m not a kid.” He says. He’s been with older women and they’ve liked him and there’s definitely something about this one that he likes.

“Not that kind of play.” She just smiles at him with perfectly painted lips. Then asks him if she can help him find his friends, but he’s a stubborn little idiot with bruised pride so of course he tells her it's fine.

After that he just wants a place to curl up and be the fuck alone and have his sad, confused boy- man, adult man, feelings. But he’s sort of lost and doesn’t know where he’s supposed to go and definitely doesn’t speak enough German to really properly navigate this place that is so much bigger than it looked from the outside.. Naturally ends up where he shouldn’t be.

Enter Ghost, full gear. Mask, of course. Not currently with anyone per se but assisting another pair. Hears Soap before he sees him. Rolls his eyes, figures he should probably get this stupid kid out of here. Soap’s not expecting the massive man in the skull mask and the whole… outfit… to speak english. Isn’t expecting his knees to turn into pudding when he hears the voice. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here, sweetheart.” He stalks forward and Soap can’t look away. “Why not?” Soap says. It's stupid. But right now he’d do anything to keep those dark, almost black eyes on him. Keep him saying ‘sweetheart’ instead of ‘kid’. “Door wasn’t locked.”

“I think you know why.”  Ghost says. “If I don’t…Would you teach me?””

And the way he bats his eyelashes has to be intentional, has to know what he’s doing. Testing Ghost’s self control. “You definitely don’t know what you’re asking for.”

(Part 1, already working on Part 2!) Special kudos to @leathfaic for our silly chit chats that lead to this.