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Hello lovies, I'm Stephanie ❤️
She/Her.
Anti AI
30+ I write on Ao3.
Married Bookworm.
Ghost and Soap enthusiast. 👻🧼
PFP: @661ave.bsky.social‬
NSFW 🔞 no minors!
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aessedia/pseuds/Aessedia
Thank you, Cuppa! Happy Thanksgiving to you too! <3 <3 I hope you have a lovely holiday. 😍
November 27, 2025 at 4:20 AM
I know the fandom just recognized the day Soap survived that incident in the tunnel, so I thought I'd do a little thread for it.
My American lovies, Happy Thanksgiving! I'm visiting family in Colorado and freezing my ass off. If you're alone on this holiday I'm sending you love.
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
And it's not just pretty words. It's the truth. This life just for them, the way Simon's eyes can't help but flit to the starburst scar on the side of his husband's head.
He *is* always going to take care of him. A vow. A promise.
Never alone. Never again.
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
Simon murmurs, kissing John's brow, his wet lashes. "Never get enough of you."
"Simon," John cries out, fingers curling in the damp strands of hair at the back of his neck. "Please."
"I've got you, sweet'eart, always going to take care of you."
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
that he'll never get enough.
His moans, his whimpers, the way he says his name, fucking euphoric. Something not meant for men like him, and yet somehow he's been granted this gift.
This safety, the way Johnny feels beneath him, body molded against his own.
"Perfect for me,"
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
Simon is buried to the hilt within moments, John's legs wrapping around his waist, pajamas holding on for dear life.
It's relentless from the start, a fevered desperation, mouths open on panting gasps and pleas.
But Simon knows as he pins Johnny's hands to the mattress
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
partially stretched from only hours ago. He opens Soap in quiet, brutal movements, swallowing every moan and cry. Johnny's fingers dig into Simon's shoulders, mouth against the curve of his ear. "Fuck me, already."
And Simon has never been able to tell his boy no.
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
The bottle of lube is grabbed from somewhere in their tangled sheets, a raw desperation, a coil low in their guts, because even though they're barely awake, they need each other.
Johnny's plaid pajamas are shoved roughly down, Simon's fingers seeking his entrance, already
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
DAAAAAMMMNNNNNN 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
November 25, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Johnny dabbing away the tears from Simon's eyes. So emotional and choked up that he only kisses him, murmuring that he loves him over and over.
November 24, 2025 at 5:12 AM