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*kneads at them while huddling close, purring* need to be held…

Dew, you miss me even when I'm sitting right next to you.

*kneads at them while huddling close, purring* need to be held…

Any ghesties going to the Kansas ritual, stay safe

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

The curtains were half closed, but the window itself was open, leaving plenty of room for the wind to blow in and allow further glances of Jim’s current… Issues.

Dew hummed as he watched this man pleasure himself. Oh how he would be having the time of his life tomorrow to hint at it when this oh so holy man was grilling him on questions. Leaning against the trunk of the tree he was watching as those hips bucked to that fist around his aching cock. Just goes to show that no one can fully give up being celibate.

Jim dragged a quivering hand back to his phone, mouth hanging open stupidly as he continued to work himself. Dew couldn’t see as the screen was turned away now, but he began swiping, lingering on each supposed photo to beat off faster and harder to. Whatever image he swiped to next left Jim’s eyes blown wide, and he dropped the phone and threw his head back.

Dew was feeling his heart thump in his chest. Tracing along those damp gills as he was biting his shirt to keep his noises at bay. But there was something watching this guy that was locking him in a trance. Being in pajama pants was the best for him at this point. Palming at that wriggling tentacle that was threatening to come from her sheath.

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

The curtains were half closed, but the window itself was open, leaving plenty of room for the wind to blow in and allow further glances of Jim’s current… Issues.

Dew hummed as he watched this man pleasure himself. Oh how he would be having the time of his life tomorrow to hint at it when this oh so holy man was grilling him on questions. Leaning against the trunk of the tree he was watching as those hips bucked to that fist around his aching cock. Just goes to show that no one can fully give up being celibate.

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

Stop using Per Eriksson's nickname in fanfic and fanart for the love of... He thinks you are talking about him! When you say "Sodo" to him, he does not think of Ghost! What is it going to take for y'all to respect one simple boundary?

So what do you think of a guy being a good boy and reading the Bible 😇 I would absolutely never ever use it to have it bite you in the ass. Never. That is just a mean thing to do…and im not a mean guy. I’m a good guy. 😇😇😇😇

So what do you think of a guy being a good boy and reading the Bible 😇 I would absolutely never ever use it to have it bite you in the ass. Never. That is just a mean thing to do…and im not a mean guy. I’m a good guy. 😇😇😇😇

So I decided to draw Ghost characters as cursed emojis. If you got an emoji and a character please send it to me and I’ll do it for free! I love doing this and they are just so stupid looking