Thinking about ftm Soap dating cis Ghost rn,,
Like it is so great his boyfriend is hung beyond belief. Ghost fucks him good with it, of course Soap likes it. Except for when it makes him extremely dysphoric. Soap got a little growth with T, he's proud of it, makes him feel good, but whenever Ghost slides his cock against Soap's- his thing isn't even as big as Ghost's fat, leaking head. Makes Soap's stomach sink, kills his mood a little.
When he tells Ghost this, Ghost doesn't verbally respond. Just makes Soap stand with his back against Ghost's chest- "I don't think a fucking is gonna fix this, Lt-" spreads his legs. Ghost is hard, Soap can feel it against his back, and he pushes it down between his legs.
Doesn't try and make it catch on either of Soap's holes, just flexes his hips forward further so his cock stuck out from between Soap's legs. A few inches stick out, Soap looking down at it.
"Stroke it like it's yours, pup." The command is soft.
At first Soap doesn't understand why Ghost is having him do this, awkwardly starting to stroke at the visible length. But he gets off to Ghost getting off, can hear Ghost start to quietly grunt. His palm starts to get sticky with how wet Ghost's cock is getting. Feels his own cock pressed against Ghost's, getting friction but hidden from Soap's view.
Then it hits him. It looks like he's stroking off his own cock. As if Ghost's was his. It hits Soap like a freight train, his mouth falling open to groan as his eyes fix with new passion at his own hand pumping up and down Ghost's- no, Soap's cock.
"That's it, good boy. You gonna make yourself cum f'me?" Ghost's got his hands on Soap’s hips, rubbing encouraging circles while his mouth nips and licks at his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, Lt, 'm close-"
And he is. Can see Ghost’s his cock swell, head shiny and angry red, feels that reflected in his own body, how his core tightened as he grew closer.
Soap bites off a curse when he times his orgasm perfectly, throbbing in time with the cock in his hand that's spurting rope after rope.
"There's my good pup. Look at you, messy boy." Ghost’s chiding is gentle, breathless, saccharine.
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i really hope coach survives and then the rescue ride home is just incredibly awkward for everybody
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thinking about the difference in eiffel’s interactions with his infant daughter (according to him at least) and the interactions he had with the elementary school kids in that mini episode because it makes me giggle to think that eiffel is good with kids the way i’m good with kids in which when they’re babies to around two-ish he’ll coddle the crap out of em and hold them all the time and play with cars and blocks and shit with them but then the minute they turn school age he has absolutely no idea how to interact with them and is stuck being like “you guys seinfeld fans” or smth
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I think about life partners Steve and Robin adopting kids so often and I Know. I just KNOW that stobin would do the endless cycle of “go ask your mom” “go ask your dad” just to be so annoying. They think it is the funniest thing in the world. Their fifteen year old who just wants to see a movie with their friends does not.
Stobin would be the world's most EMBARRASSING parents. They have endlessly cyclical arguments, and will never, ever let go of a bit. They are the type that one starts a joke, the other continues it, and it just keeps on going, until their teenager wants to disown themselves post-haste (except not really because they love their parents). Bouncing off your thing, just like they'd send their kid in circles on purpose, they would also be constantly dropping wild lore about each other to one up the other. "Oh, your father won't let you go on a date at 16? Do you know how many people he had "dated" by 16?" "Well, at 16 your mother was in love with Kermit the Frog-" that kind of shit. They aren't conventional parents by any means, but there is! no shortage of love in that house!
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wip wednesday
i was tagged by @ghostwise last week and @redwayfarers today!
tagging @coldshrugs @lavampira @galadae @hythlodaes and @birues if you want to share <3
i've been thinking about rodeo au corishtola recently and finally wrote a little bit today. it is a bit. suggestive. sorry.
Y’shtola sat back, ignoring the way the steering wheel pressed into her back. The setting sun cast a golden light through the partially rolled down windows, falling warmly across Corisande’s face, adding an extra vulnerability to their open expression that tugged at her, at an ache she had not known she harbored. She pulled her hand away from their chest and cupped their cheek instead.
“What is it?” She asked gently, not wanting to startle her. Despite the hesitancy, there was a longing in Corisande’s expression that she did not wish to extinguish. Whatever was holding her back, they could only work through it if Corisande shared.
Corisande swallowed, and seemed to change her mind. “Nothing,” she said, her eyes darting to Y’shtola’s lips. “It’s nothing.”
Y’shtola would not let her away so easily. She curled a finger under Corisande’s chin, lifting their face to hers, a hairsbreadth of space between their lips, but did not close the gap. “Corisande,” she said, gently but firmly, and a tiny thrill trilled down her spine at the way their eyelids briefly fluttered closed, their breath quickening against her lips. “Tell me.”
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