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UPDATE!!

Here are the prompts for Hybrid Week!! Updated so each day has SFW and NSFW options!

In the image and posts below, you’ll find the prompts and rules!

WIP Wednesday! Something a little kinkier… #ghostsoap #ghoap #gaynsfw

Cooking up some phoenix Soap and ice drake Ghost with @definedead.bsky.social for Hybrid week coming up! 🥰

sooo hot, thank you Vi! <3 <3

SPILT THANK YOUUUU. VOICE KINK IS SO HOT AHHHH. <3 <3

eeee, thank you Ange!! <3 <3

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me reading this when I got up this morning. 😭😍

AHHH Ser, thank youuu! I haven't written nearly enough voice kink, so this was a lot of fun to do! <3

ahhh than you, Rayan!! <3 I always appreciate your kind comments sm.

omg this is funny because my friend is an audiobook narrator and she's in the booth peter piper pick a peck of pickled pepper'ing up in there. I can so imagine Ghost doing this hahahaha.

AHHH thank you my friend!! <3

I am adding this to my want to write pile. I keep adding to that pile, but I shall add to it anyway ;) hahaha

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Noted ;) hehehe

My brain was going brr over fire and ice hehehe. In Ghost's voice too. 😩

Had to throw in a terrible Simon Riley joke at the end. Need Simon to be insufferable in every universe.
This got longer than I thought, but I hope you enjoyed.

"Of having to listen to your shite jokes," John manages. "I noticed."
"Worth it?" Simon teases, kissing John's knee, a small scar cutting across the skin.
"Yeah, Simon," John tells him. "It's really fucking worth it."
#GhostSoap

"Fucking terrible," John laughs, looking up at Simon and catching the raw adoration behind Simon's grin.
"You might like my voice, MacTavish," Simon says, pressing his forehead to Johnny’s, his tone dropping into that rich, recording-booth baritone. "But that comes with a price."

"Yeah," Simon says with a wink, kissing him with a slow, deliberate heat before sinking fully into the hilt once more. He waits for the friction to settle before murmuring against John's lips, "Although I think you’re full of me, actually."

"Knew you got off on the sound of my voice, MacTavish," Simon grits, teasing the tip of his cock around John's swollen rim. "Killed me listening to those breathy little pants of yours, had me harder than a fucking rock."
"Yeah?" John grits, ankles wrapping around Simon's waist.

Afterward they finally meet, and John is struck by how beautiful Simon is, his voice a perfect match to the man who kisses him senseless.
Simon takes him home that night, fucking his boy slowly, whispering dirty words in Johnny's ear, watching in fascination at the way Johnny responds.

And Simon who uses that voice, who narrates Johnny through touching himself, telling him to slowly grip the base of his cock, to stroke himself from root to tip. John listens to every single prompt, the book they were just reading coming to life in ways John never expected.

"You like what you're hearing, sweet'eart?" Simon rasps, John groaning low into the mic, glad their line is private, just the two of them.
"Simon --"
"Promise you'll erase this off our recorded session," Simon manages, sounding just as wrecked as John.

of what his voice does to Johnny, of how he's rock hard and aching after every session.
It's finally when John gasps, fucking wrecked during a sex scene Simon is reading.
He tries to keep it together, tries not to let his desire bleed into his work.
That is of course until Simon changes the script.

I like to think John tries to get a peek at Simon, but each time its thwarted, someone needing something for him or what not. Ghost's 'mask' being the fact that Johnny has only ever heard his voice and not seen his face.
They grow closer as they continue working on the book, Simon somehow aware

flipping through his sheets to figure out the actors name. "It's nice to meet you --"
"Think we already met," the voice rumbles back, John spying the name Simon on his paper, hands sweating. "Johnny."

replaying over and over in his mind, but John has tried not to think about it. He doesn't even know what Simon looks like, too occupied in his booth to really be able to catch a glimpse of the voice actors he works with.
He settles down, switching on his mic. "Good afternoon," he says politely,

"Okay then, *John*," Simon hums, an amused tint to his voice. "See you soon, hm?"
John huffs a laugh, but he hopes so too.
It's a week later when John sees him again, busy as he sets up the booth for some romance novel he hasn't really read through yet.
He's thought about Simon more, the man's voice

"Think you know," John murmurs. "But I guess we'll see."
"I guess we will," Simon tells him, a small pause. "I don't think I caught your name."
John flushes, cheeks turning pink. "John," he says, tongue heavy in his mouth.

"But I think that earned you a job."
Simon chuckles dark and low, "you make the decisions?"
John huffs. "Unfortunately that's not up to me."
Simon chuckles, the sound of a plastic bottle crinkling over the line as he drinks water. "And if it was?"

ever happened to him, and he decides it must be a simple fluke.
"I don't know what they told ye," John tells Simon in his ear, wishes he didn't sound so goddamned breathless, like someone just fucked him instead of reading poetry.