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[blackestnight]

what's in my bag: hopeless nerd edition

by popular demand (read: like three people), have the contents of my bag when i'm playing ttrpgs in person!

in no particular order:

laptop. i use digital character sheets for most of the games i play, mainly so i don't have to do math every time i level up. pf2 (my preferred ttrpg system) also has specific restrictions for organized play, and the digital tool i use has a settings toggle for society-compliant characters, which is super handy. i can also keep tabs open for quick rules/item lookups.

case, etc. i keep my laptop in a soft sleeve that comes with a pocket for the charger, a wireless mouse, and a tablet pen. the laptop is a 2-in-1, so depending on available table space i might fold it up and keep it in my lap in tablet mode, using the pen to navigate my character sheet instead of the mouse.

power bank. a relatively new addition. outlet space is always at a premium at events, and while my laptop's battery is pretty good, my phone is old and the battery is starting to give out, so better safe than sorry. i got this power pack for like $40 at meijer and it's great.

binder. for holding chronicle sheets (basically after-session rewards handouts for organized play). i have different folders for each character. i also try to keep hard copies of character sheets in case of technological or internet failure, but uh. i usually. forget. oops.

gum. usually with me wherever i go anyway. it's good for mitigating the takeout breath after ordering dinner. also helps mitigate distracted snacking.

water bottle. hydrate or die-drate, bitch.

pens and pencils. even as a person who uses digital sheets, you need pencils. i don't care who you are. if nothing else, you may end up needing to play a pre-generated character and keep track of HP, and you don't want to be the asshole marking up someone else's sheets in pen. i prefer pens for my own note-taking and filling out chronicle sheets, but i always keep a few pencils (a nice one for me and shitty ones to loan to other people).

miniatures. not strictly necessary. not all games use physical minis and maps for tactical combat, and small things like coins, bottle caps, extra dice, or (especially for enemies) candies are all mainstays of the tradition. i don't always bring mine to regular home campaign sessions, but for society play and cons i keep them in a little plastic tacklebox. i have some fancy ~custom~ minis for long-running characters, and more generic plastic ones, plus some poker chips and bases for things like pets, mounts, and summons.

dice. clickety clackety, i roll to attackity. my dice collection is extensive and nearly all blue (gasp). "but cyan," you ask, "do you actually need to bring that many dice?" yes. the most superstitious people you will ever meet are theatre nerds and tabletop gamers. you need several sets on hand to combat the Dice Curse. (or loan to other players. or roll fireballs. et cetera.) my dice bag was handmade for me by my best friend in high school, based on my first ever d&d character, and i still use it all the time. for events where i'll be able to spread out more, or for home games, i also have a dice vault with a built-in tray.

tray. to keep my dice from running away, or getting damaged on the table (or damaging the table if we're talking metal dice). lays flat when unsnapped for easy transport. also, it's a kitty!

notebooks. i usually have a couple on me for different purposes. the skull notebook is for session notes—which i don't usually take, WHICH IS BAD, and i'm trying to get into the habit. i'll write shorthand bullet notes during the session and then tidy up/convert into better summaries in a digital notebook later. the sticker-fied (yes, i put stickers on basically all of my possessions) is for brainstorming and note-taking for my homebrew campaign, because nothing is quite as inspiring as a weekend of getting tormented by other GMs.

book. for downtime/between sessions. the nice thing about tabletop cons is that there's always a chair somewhere.

and that's basically it! i might swap a couple things out if i'm running as a GM, but as a player this is my go-to.

and if you're looking at this and going, "where are the rulebooks?" the answer is i usually don't bring them with me in a physical format when i'm traveling. for PF2, i have access to all the PDFs, but Archives of Nethys and PF2 Easy are both fantastic (and FREE) digital rules references. i prefer Easy for searching items and spells, but AoN is an unparalleled rules resource, and they work directly with paizo to update the rules with each errata release. it has every rule, item, spell, creature, and character option from every book, with no paywalls or ads. the only thing you can't get are official maps or encounter blocks from the adventure paths. check it out if you're interested in playing!

[becauseofthebowties]

HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY DEAN WINCHESTER ✨

[sketchz]

star

[avephelis]

twenties mutant ninja turtles or whatever you call it

[batcavescolony]

I like fanon and I can enjoy it but like with all those "Tim Drake, the poor little wet cat, gets thrown into another universe and he's adopted cus no one in his universe loves him 🥺" fics are cool and all but it be more canon complaint I'd have to be like "Tim Drake goes through the multiverse to get a moment alone cus he's got so many people that are around him 24/7" he's got super friends, he's got civilian friends, he's got villain friends, he's got villains that are interested in him, he's got bats and other related heros. He'd willing jump into a portal to another universe to get some time to work on a project or something.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[mrgaretcarter]

Agatha/Rio looks at the bonfire

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[teacupsandcyanide]

Something I miss from earlier eras of the creative side of the internet was things just being unabashedly low-budget. Just all unashamedly amateur, unprofessional, ‘I don’t own a good camera but I have a story to tell you’, ‘I can’t afford a good mic but I have a song to sing for you,’ ‘I don’t have any kind of background in editing or lighting and I only just picked up this guitar last Tuesday but here’s an entire musical me and my friends wrote about our favourite book, we filmed it on a potato and put it up on YouTube in ten minute segments because we thought it was pretty funny.’

[jamiekb]

"The waves are so close and… getting closer."

Trying my hand at some cover art for the newest episode of The Magnus Protocol, I've been in a collage mood lately and it was interesting hunting down the words for this in magazines.

Images used come from the Wiki Commons and belong to the public domain.

I’m also on instagram if that’s your thing

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 167

Honestly, Danny is having such a good time right now. He gets to travel with Ellie, explore space, just have fun. Plus his secondary protector-instincts are having soothed despite him not technically doing any hero-ing anymore. Really his sister had the right idea when she decided she wanted to become a doctor, this is honestly a blast.

And if someone does end up passing away, well, Ellie is always happy to help soothe their spirit and guide them to the Realms where they can reach their respective afterlife. Or become a ghost. 

They are completely oblivious to the fact that there are now legends and entire temples dedicated to them now. Apparently accidental ascension is in fact a thing, as Dan later laughs at them about. 

[crunchchute]

my attempt at a bunch of my fav artists styles :] idea by sootnuki!!

i would love to do more but this was already a huge challenge

if any artist here dislikes this/is uncomfortable with it/any reason i can take it down or turn off reblogs etc. otherwise i hope its ok 🫡 im not gonna tag anyone just gonna let it do its thing in the wild lol

[benoitblanc]

THE X-FILES (1993-2002) | 4.02 "HOME"

[causticflower]

strechies :D

for DDVAU November Day 1 & 2: CG/Grian & HG/Scar!

since the option is both person and persona... I did both lol

prompt list can be found here <3

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 5 - Rough Sex

Ghost x Soap - 3k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost recognizes the bartender from one of his favorite websites. (Ghost POV) (lightly inspired by this art)

cw: dark fic, noncon sex, rough sex, degradation, slut-shaming, victim-shaming (phrases like "asking for it" and "wanted it" are used), public sex (no getting caught), anal sex with minimal prep, ghost is mean and johnny is upset

Ghost recognized the bartender the moment he stepped into the building. How could he not? He’d fucked his own fist to those big blue eyes and pouty pink lips more times than he could count, he hadn’t even needed to look twice to recognize him. 

He hadn’t been subtle about his attraction to the man – dropthesoap online but Johnny according to his nametag. He’d parked himself on a stool close to the wall and hadn’t let his eyes stray from the bartender even once. His place at the edge of the bar means Johnny spends most of his time with his back to Simon, giving him a truly fantastic view of his ass in the cutoff jean shorts practically painted onto him. 

He’s flirty when he takes Simon’s order, leans his elbows on the counter so his loose tank top hangs low, showing off the necklace dangling over his chest and drawing Ghost’s eyes to his tits. The smirk on his lips is cocky and self-assured when Ghost ogles him, and Simon has the sudden and overwhelming urge to break him. 

He sits there for hours, taking the refills when Soap – Johnny – stops by to give them, but not drinking enough to get even tipsy. He wants to be fully aware when he gets his first taste of Johnny, doesn’t want to miss even a second of tonight.

It’d be a lie to say he’s not annoyed by how long Johnny’s shift is, but Simon’s spent longer in the same spot with worse views. After the first hour he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his favorite videos of Soap’s – he’s got them bookmarked, plus a whole photo album of screenshots capturing his favorite moments. 

If anybody nearby is put off by the not-at-all-disguised porn he’s got pulled up (or the tent in his jeans), they don’t say anything. Ghost is left to his own devices, content to look back and forth between the ass getting fucked on his screen and the same ass bent over a counter as Johnny reaches for someone’s card.

(Ghost ducks into the bathroom somewhere around the two and a half hour mark, his cock so hard it’s verging on painful. He sees no need to deny himself, not when he knows he’ll have what he wants by the end of the night. Besides, getting himself off now means he’ll be able to fuck Johnny without busting the second he gets his cock in like some teenage kid.

When he makes eye contact on his way back to his stool, Johnny winks. Ghost can’t wait to get his teeth around his throat and bite until Soap goes limp.)

It’s past midnight when Johnny finally unclips his nametag, patting one of his coworkers on the back. He meets Ghost’s eyes as he turns towards the backroom, winking just before he ducks out.

Ghost is out of his seat the second Johnny disappears. 

He’d seen the staff-door leading into the alley when he smoked before heading inside, had seen another waiter come out for a cig of their own, so he knows there’s a good chance Johnny’ll come out here.

He hardly has to wait ten minutes before the door opens, warm light flooding the otherwise dark alley – the streetlamp just on the corner is burned out, has been for months, and leaves the whole sidewalk dark once the sun sets. It’s to Ghost’s benefit, allowing him to watch from the shadows as Johnny steps out of the building, rubbing his hands together to fight off the light chill.

He waits until Johnny’s turned away, starting towards the mouth of the alley before he makes his move. One hand on the nape of his neck, the other on his elbow, and Ghost has him pinned in one quick move.

“What–” Johnny hisses, immediately throwing himself back and swinging his free arm in a messy attempt at a punch. It’s child's play for Ghost to lock both his wrists in one hand, holding them at the base of his spine and forcing him into an arch as he presses against the smaller man’s back, letting him feel his size.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” He rumbles, tongue darting out to taste the shell of Johnny’s ear. The man struggles beneath him, but Simon has him pinned too securely for him to even hope of landing a hit.

“Who the fuck do ye think ye–” Johnny cuts himself off this time, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost and getting his first real look at his face. Simon can see the exact moment recognition sets in, but if anything Johnny just gets tenser between him and the wall. “No fuckin’ way.”

“You recognize me?” Ghost says, resting more of his weight against Johnny. “Cause I recognize you.”

That makes him falter, wrists twitching in Ghost’s hold. “What?”

“Yeah,” Ghost sighs, grinding his hardening cock against Soap’s ass. “Don’t know how you don’t spend all day bent over. Even if none of ‘em have seen your videos, walkin’ around dressed like this?” He drops his hand from Johnny’s neck to his ass, groping him harshly enough to make the man squirm. “You’re practically beggin’ for it, slag.”

Johnny’s face is flushed red beneath him, just the way he gets when he’s getting rimmed, and Ghost’s cock kicks in his pants. 

“Get off of me,” Johnny hisses, forehead pressed to the brick wall as he breathes through clenched teeth. “I swear to God I’ll scream, arsehole.”

Ghost almost laughs, undoing his belt with one hand and shoving his jeans down just enough to yank his cock out. “Go ahead. I know you like puttin’ on a show.”

Soap’s hands jerk in Simon’s hold and now he really does laugh, working one calloused hand over his cock to make sure he’s fully hard before pawing at the jean shorts that have been driving him mad all night.

“Walkin’ around, practically flashin’ ass,” he taunts, tugging meanly at his belt loops until he can yank the shorts down. He glances down, groaning at the sight of them caught right beneath the curve of his ass and pushing his cheeks up. “So fuckin’ fat, goddamn.”

“Stop it, stop it,” Johnny growls, desperately pushing off the wall with his shoulders and wriggling from side to side like a worm on a hook. “Ye can’t fuckin’-- don’t touch me–”

Ghost smacks his ass once, hard enough for the sound to echo and Johnny to yelp in surprise. When he hears the hitch in Johnny’s breath he does it again, then again, pulling back just enough that he can redden both cheeks.

“Actin’ like you don’t want this,” Ghost says, pinching a particularly red spot and twisting until Johnny makes a sound close to a squeal. “If I told you to, you’d drop right now and swallow my cock.”

“I wouldn’t!” Johnny insists, face screwed up in what Simon’s sure is a mix of pain-pleasure – he’s seen enough of Soap’s videos to know how hard being hurt makes him. 

“Seem you do it enough times,” Simon continues, easing up on spanking him so he can grope him more fully, fingers running over the warmed skin and gripping hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re always so goddamn desperate for it, huh? Seen you nearly drown yourself in a cunt, damn near black out with a cock down your throat, happy as can be.”

“That’s– it’s different,” Johnny insists, pushing himself forward as far as he can and scraping his face against the brick. Ghost can only imagine how irritated the skin will be, maybe he’ll even bleed a bit, have a few scabs on his pretty face Simon hopes so, hopes in his next video he’ll get to see the fruits of his labor. 

“Nah,” Ghost rejects, finally shoving the shorts down fully so they’re resting around Johnny’s knees. “A cock is a cock for sluts like you.”

“Fuckin’– shut up,” Johnny whispers, eyes clenched tightly shut. “Just stop fuckin’ speaking.”

Simon obliges him for now, too focused on dragging his fingers across the hole he’ll be fucking to really care about responding. At least, until he brushes over something distinctly not-flesh that drags him to a stop.

He knows what it has to be immediately, knows there’s nothing else it could be, but still taps harshly at the end of it, pushing it up further into Johnny and making him gasp.

“What’s this, then?” He whispers, grabbing the hard plastic and twisting, pulling it against the ring of Johnny’s ass just enough to make him squirm again. “Oh, Johnny.”

“Stop, stop it,” the man hisses, and Ghost moans when the first tear slips down his cheek. 

“You get fucked before comin’ here?” He asks, pulling on the plug more fully now so that it pops out of Soap’s ass and he can fuck him more fully, watching intently as Johnny shudders. “Let someone get you all dirty before comin’ to work and beggin’ for another man?”

“I didn’t– I’m not–” Johnny heaves, face pinches like he’s in pain. “I’m not fuckin’ beggin’, ye arsehole, ye won’t listen.”

Ghost hums, forcing the plug in more roughly, stretching him now. “Or did you do this to yourself before comin’ out? Stick a couple fingers in your needy hole, maybe get yourself off, huh?”

He yanks the plug out, stuffing three dry fingers in just after and relishing in the cry he yanks from Johnny. He’s wet inside, but not dripping, and Ghost can tell immediately that he did this to himself.

“Jesus, you really are a whore,” he groans, leaning forward to bite Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing tight and scissoring his fingers. “You’ll fuck yourself if you can’t find anyone else to do the job, ‘s that it?”

“Please,” Johnny begs, every blink sending more tears down his cheeks. “Please.”

Ghost coos mockingly, pulling his fingers out and patting Johnny on the ass. “Yeah? You need me that bad? Not sure if you’re stretched enough, but you’ll be tighter like this.”

“Wait, don’t,” Johnny gasps, struggling renewed when Ghost presses the plush head of his cock to his winking hole. “Ye can’t– ye need lube.”

Ghost huffs, smacking Johnny’s ass again. “You think I carry lube on me? I’m not like you, I don’t just walk around waiting to fuck.”

Johnny keens and Ghost presses himself forward again, just about to breach his hole.

“Please, please! Just let me– fuck, spit or somethin’, ye can’t– I need–”

“Spit?” Simon tilts his head consideringly, then grabs Johnny’s face, jerking it over his shoulder and surely giving him a crick in the neck. “Alright then. C’mon.”

Johnny doesn’t have a chance to protest before Simon shoves his fingers in his mouth, pushing them to the back of his throat immediately and tapping his tongue. Soap’s eyes go wide, panic making him lurch in Ghost’s grasp.

“Thought you wanted this?” Ghost grunts, hold tightening as he forces the smaller man still again. “You don’t get this bitchy in your videos, y’know? ‘S false advertising.”

Johnny whines as Ghost drags his fingers out, smearing spit all over his cheeks and smearing his tear tracks. He jerks his cock quickly, coating himself in the spit still coating his fingers.

“Now shut the fuck up,” he hisses, letting his voice drop so low he can hardly hear himself as he finally pushes himself inside of Johnny. “And take it.”

Johnny pitches a fit until Simon is fully seated, writhing and whining like he’s getting shot instead of fucked. Ghost just huffs, not letting the grip on his wrists slip even a little bit as his other hand holds his hips steady. 

He doesn’t go slowly, doesn’t give Soap any time to adjust before he’s fucking in and out at the speed he likes. He’s seen enough videos to know Johnny’s taken fake cocks bigger than Simon’s, had jerked his own little cock and moaned like a bitch as he rode some tentacled monstrosity a fan sent him. 

As much as Johnny is crying now, Ghost knows he needs this. He wouldn’t have left the house dressed like he was, with a plug keeping his hole stretched for any man to use if he hadn’t on some level wanted to get fucked.

But his tears shine in the low light of the alley, and Ghost has always liked it when his partners cry and get pathetic for him. He’d hardly even had to force Johnny – all those muscles gone to waste when a bigger, stronger man decided to do something with him.

So the crying, the writhing, the bitching and moaning, it only serves to make Ghost fuck him harder. He keeps Johnny pressed tight to the wall as he uses his hole, treating him like nothing more than the fleshlight he deserves to be. 

“Tighter than a virgin,” Ghost praises, pressing his cheek to Johnny’s so he can feel the tears dripping. “How’d you do that, huh? Take cocks for a living and still squeeze me like you never want me to leave?”

Johnny only answer is a sob, and Ghost hisses in his ear.

“You’re so loud, boy. ‘S like you wanna get caught.”

Johnny clenches tight on him, and it’s Simon’s turn to moan now. 

“Oh, tha’s it?” He asks, grinding himself deep so Johnny clenches rhythmically over his entire length. “‘S not enough to film your little videos, you want to put on a show in person too?”

“No,” Johnny finally manages, his first word since Simon got his cock in him. “No, no, I don’t, please don’t…”

Ghost hums like he’s deciding something, pulling out again to drive himself forward slowly, groaning at the plush heat enveloping him. “You sure? Seems a shame to let this all go to waste.” He smacks Johnny’s ass, making sure to bully the head of his cock into his prostate at the same time.

“Yes, yes, please–”

Ghost groans, throwing his head back so the sound isn’t muffled and squeezing his eyes shut at the way Johnny grips him like a vice. “Fuck, you beg so pretty, don’t you? ‘S just about all y’know how to do, huh?”

Johnny shakes his head, shivering in Ghost’s hold, and he feels himself creep that much closer to an orgasm, spine curling as he hunches over Johnny. 

“‘S all you’ve done so far,” he continues, the sound of his hips smacking Johnny’s ass loud in the alley, heart racing. “Beg for more, beg for less… can nearly beg as well as you can take a cock.”

It’s the way Johnny wails that finally throws Ghost over the edge, has his hands tightening to an almost unsafe point around Johnny’s wrists as he bucks like an animal, draining his cock inside his tight hole.

He’s glad he snuck away to jack off in the bathroom, because this orgasm leaves him nearly blind and staggering in its intensity, and he knows it would only be worse if it was his first of the night. 

He doesn’t pull out when he’s finished, even when he feels his come start to leak. Johnny’s hole twitches around him, each squeeze drawing pathetic little whines from the man’s throat. It’s nearly enough to make Simon want to go again, but he knows it’ll take a bit for him to get hard again.

His blood is still buzzing when he reaches his free hand around Johnny’s fumbling until he can wrap his fingers around Johnny’s cock. He wonders briefly if it’d been pressed against the wall, but grips him tightly anyway.

Johnny yelps at the first jerk, shoving himself back into Ghost for the first time that night and squirming. “What are ye– ah!”

“Hush,” Ghost soothes, keeping his motions steady and quick, twisting his wrist at the tip as he tugs. “You tellin’ me you don’t wanna get off?”

“I don’t– ah, shit, fuck, I can’t– please–”

Ghost hums, doesn’t bother responding, and jerks Johnny’s cock until he feels him twitch and feels the warm dribble of come on his hand. Johnny’s orgasm is short but must be overwhelming, if the way Johnny starts nearly bawling is anything to go by.

Simon shifts uncomfortably behind him once he’s milked the smaller man to full completion, unsure what to do with tears after sex. He wipes his hand on Johnny’s jeans as he tugs them up, finally releasing his wrists to button them. Johnny doesn’t make any attempt to move, just lets his arms fall limp by his sides even as Ghost tucks his own cock away and rights his clothing.

He doesn’t fully pull away, letting Johnny keep his hands but wrapping one arm around his waist and following him forward when Soap leans against the wall again, forehead pressed against it.

He gives Johnny a few minutes to recover, longer than he usually gives his partners before insisting they leave his bed. But Johnny’s not like his other partners, Simon plans to actually keep him around instead of shoving him away as soon as he drains his balls. 

So he gives Johnny a moment of post-orgasm peace, lets him think through whatever he needs to, but doesn’t give him any breathing room.

“Let’s go home,” Ghost says once his heart has returned to its regular pace, Soap still resting his entire weight against the rough brick wall.

“What?” The man croaks, accent slurring as he blinks blearily, eyes clouded with tears.

Ghost huffs a laugh, hauling Johnny back by one shoulder and keeping his arm looped around his waist, holding his weight. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you go, did you?”

Johnny’s breath shudders, and Simon feels it echo through his body. “Please…”

Ghost hums, interrupting the sound. “‘S that the only word you know?” He scoffs, pressing his nose to Johnny’s temple and breathing deeply. “You know you’re coming with me. No point in putting up a fight.”

He feels the moment Johnny gives in, tension draining from his spine like someone popped a bubble in his chest. Ghost can’t help but grin, deeply satisfied by the submission he’s forced out of Johnny. He knew the man could relax, if he let himself – though if he’s honest, he’d preferred the fight. There’s no pleasure in dominance when it comes easily.

“C’mon,” he prods, pulling them both away from the wall. “I wanna fuck you in a bed next time.”

Johnny’s whine echoes into the alley and Simon can’t help but laugh quietly as he leads them away.

[pikkart]

Just Wano things