AleRudy, SoapGhost. Size Queen + Car Sex. Lemon. Canon Era.
Soap groans, open-mouthed into the smooth leather of the car, damp with his spit. It catches on his nose, draws his lips upwards as Ghost pulls him back, onto his cock once more. No chance of catching his breath when the space in his chest is destroyed, the only sound he’s able to make a low whine.
Ale lets out a low whistle across from them and Soap forces his gaze up, tries to focus on the sharp hunger of his grin.
“Not bad, lift him a little, Ghost?”
Behind him, Ghost’s breathing doesn’t change, the roll of his hips unabated as he raises Soap upright, one hand on chest, the other a scorching brand on his hip, layered over the tattoo Soap has there. It’s a perfect match to the span of his fingers, the middle shortened to match the ring and fore; Soap had made the stencil himself after all.
“Ah, see that, Rudy, my love?” Alejandro leans down to murmur in Rudy’s ear, brushing his knuckles beneath the other man’s chin to lift it. “The bulge of Ghost’s cock in Soap’s belly?”
Rudy’s eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide and intent like he’s peeling away skin and muscle to inspect the exact dimensions. They make a good pair, something managing to claw through the haze of Soap‘s thoughts of charcoal and sweeping lines, enough negative space to highlight the intensity of Rudy’s gaze that isn’t softened by the flush over his cheeks. Alejandro tugs Rudy upright, a blurred reflection of the pose Soap has been lifted into, Rudy’s leg nudged into the footwell to broaden his stance and it takes Soap a moment to understand why.
Rudy’s hand is locked around Alejandro’s hold on his hip, Alejandro’s skin indented pale beneath the press of Rudy’s nails. There’s a similar bulge to the one in Soap’s belly, shifting as Alejandro rolls his hips but—
“Not bad,” Ghost murmurs, keeping Soap in place.
Rudy, getting fucked on the biggest cock Soap has ever seen and still very much in charge, catches Soap’s gaze and winks.
Shadow: God Ghost sounds so scary, I hope I never meet him
(Months later)
Shadow: That's a homosexual. That is the gayest, violent man I have ever met. That is a certified loser with the capability of murder. His boyfriend is scarier than him
my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
i had to-
og by @/sweepswoop_ on twt
He like boob )-:
and a lil something spicy that was meant for the zine~
Dick waking up at 3 a.m. to a phone ringing loudly. The only night off he takes from Nightwing. He couldn't be grumpier.
Dick: What do you want? Money? A check? My soul?
The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.
Tim: Hiiii to my favorite older brother
Dick: Dfq did you do?
Tim: Ey it's not only me!
Jason: Hi dickie!
Dick remained silent, as he assimilated everything and fought against sleep.
Dick: where do I have to go to look for you?
1 hour later Dick is at the Gotham police station, taking his brothers out while scolding them like never before (mostly for wake him up).
But first they must catch you 🏳️⚧️
Ghost just... takes things. Never, ever leave anything unattended
synopsis: asking the cod guys if they would love you if you were a worm
ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov
cw: one suggestive joke maybe?
an: i'm not super confident in how i wrote makarov…lmk what you guys think?
dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)