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Collection of 09 SoapGhost fics

SFW:

I Will Follow by m1ckstart

Burdens Of Command by m1ckstart

Sleep by Asasin

When I Die by InterGalacticKnight

A Toast To Life And Death by InterGalacticKnight

What Remains by m1ckstart *note: mentions of hooking up, but no explicit scenes

NSFW with Trans Ghost:

Reverence by SharkNoises

Sunshine enough to spread by MGCraig

You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face by qwentinsmith

hunger by bravo07

Soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale by bbgrlsimonriley

Fantastic Phantom Feelings by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

patience is a shitty virtue when it's me getting fucked by you by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

Oh Captain, My Captain by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

hush by puppyghost (whinypuppy) *note: this one is 22 but I read it as 09 caus beggars can’t be choosers

NSFW:

Stutter by m1ckstart

Venus Flytrap by 6sundragons

Don’t Interfere With a Mans Work by InterGalacticKnight

Yes Sir by InterGalacticKnight

A night in the Afghanistan desert by Hetsez

Morning Pleasures by Asasin

we could do this all night by Torierra

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo by x_posed_again

gimme just a little bit (more) by applepieces

Hands That Are Softer Than Voices by ultrakombo

I will update this post whenever I find more <3

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Hello! I just wanted to say that your fics have such a distinct feel that it makes it feel like a cinematic masterpiece so moving as each sentence is full of detail and care it’s INSANE

Could you do one where the 141 as a whole are able to go on leave for a few months but reader doesn’t really have a place to go? Like due to thier participation in the military their family has essentially cut contact with them and the military has been a placeholder for their home-life—how would Ghost react?

Once again I love your works and hope you have an amazing day ‼️

A/N: Hi, anon! Thank you for your kind words. Here’s the story; enjoy! :)

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You’re at the base’s garage, squatting on the roof of a battle-worn 1994 Land Rover Wolf, welding a rack that had been blown apart during your last mission. It’s quite admirable how these vehicles can withstand anything coming their way and still stand strong after so many years.

How long are you going to stay strong? The sparks dance around you as you manipulate the welding torch, wishing there was a similar way to mend your scars and those you’ve hurt in the past with your decisions.

But these things are far more complex than welding metal; you can’t mend fractured relationships with mere tools. It takes understanding and empathy—qualities that seem foreign to those once close to you.

Or maybe they’re right, and you’re unworthy of their forgiveness…

You close the oxygen and fuel torch valves, lift your welding mask, and wait for the molten metal to cool. You assess the seams and sigh; it needs more work. You put the welding mask back on, reignite the torch, and continue.

As the heat emanates from the torch, glowing around your gloved hands, it suddenly flickers and sputters before its flame eventually dies out. Baffled, you lift the torch in your hands and shake it. You turn towards the valve, only to see Ghost standing beside it, holding the handle. He’s dressed in civilian clothes, though he still wears his mask and carries a rucksack over his shoulder.

“I was calling out for you, but you couldn’t hear me over the...” he trails off, pointing at the torch.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” you say through the mask, “this thing is a pain to fix.”

Ghost looks at the rack, then back at you. “Does it need to be fixed now?” He asks.

“It does.” You insist, not wanting to disclose the actual reason.

“Liar.”

Your eyebrows shoot up from behind the welding mask. “Excuse me?”

“You expect me to believe that while the rest of the team is on leave and doesn’t require that vehicle, you absolutely need to fix it.” He says.

You look at the torch and then back at him. “I must do it so it’s ready when you guys return.”

“When you guys return.” He repeats. “So, you’re not leaving.”

You forcefully turn to face him. “I am leaving.” You assert.

“Oh yeah?” He provokes you. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business, Lt.”

“See?” He says and lifts both hands, “You’re lying.”

You lower your head and throw the torch onto the roof. “What do you want me to say, huh?” You murmur, “What?”

“The truth,” he replies, “and take that bloody mask off while you’re at it.”

“Why should I take it off?” You sneer and point at his mask. “You wear yours all the time.”

“You can see my eyes, though, can’t you?” He explains and points to his face. He gestures with his head towards you. “Let me see yours,” he commands.

You roll your eyes and lift the mask. He removes his balaclava in return.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks. “What exactly are you trying to fix?”

‘My relationship with my family,’ you think to yourself and feel your face getting warmer than before when the wielding flames were burning around you.

He stands there with one thumb tucked under the rucksack’s strip. He’s waiting for an answer—a proper, truthful answer.

“This is my home.” You whisper, shrugging and lowering your head.

“What about your family?” He asks, and you shake your head, tears start filling your eyes.

“Any friends?” He asks again, this time softer.

You give him another negative shake of the head, which causes the tears to run down your face. You quickly wipe your cheeks with your gloves.

He removes his rucksack from his shoulder, drops it to the ground and puts his hands on his waist.

“Have you tried talking to them?” He asks.

“I did,” you reply, “but they don’t want anything to do with me. I disgust them, and I’m not proud either...”

“Nobody’s proud.” He admits and puts one hand on the roof’s rack, “But somebody has to do what we do.”

You sniff and rub your nose. “See? That’s why I’m here, fixing that damn rack; somebody has to do it.” You explain. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Not necessarily.” He shrugs. “Not all of us will go see family or friends; Price is travelling to the Caribbean alone as we speak, and I’m off to Scotland.”

“With Soap?”

“Fuck no!” He yells, and a chuckle escapes his lips. “He has no idea I’m going there.”

Your lips curl up, and he returns your smile. He knocks on the vehicle’s roof twice and opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates and stops. You decide to break the silence.

“Thank you for listening to me.” You whisper.

He bites his bottom lip and pats the roof once more.

“Wanna come with me?” He asks.

Your face warms up again but for a whole different reason.

“T-to Scotland?!” You ask, surprised.

Ghost scratches his cheek and nods. “Yeah,” he replies, “it’s a small cabin in the woods—it has a single bed, an outdoor toilet, and we’ll have to hunt for food. But it has a beautiful pond for swimming and plenty of hiking trails.”

“Wow, wow, wow, one bed?!” You shout, throwing your hands up, “That’s a bit too forward, don’t you think, Lt.?”

“Come on!” He smirks, “As if we haven’t experienced that before. We’ll make it work.”

You look at him, and he returns your gaze. You’re grateful for his offer, but doubt still lingers.

“Thank you, Lt.,” you reply, “but I need to finish that rack.”

“Bollocks!” He shouts and smiles. “How long will it take you?”

“That’s not what I mean-”

“How long?” He repeats.

“Simon..”

He drops the smile and looks you straight in the eyes.

“I’m serious,” he whispers.

“You’re just offering out of pity.” You speculate, and he throws his head up, letting out a sharp chuckle.

“Very bold of you to think I’d invite you out of mere pity.” He says. “I thought you also had plans; that’s why I didn’t offer before. I’m doing it because I found the opportunity.”

You look at him, contemplating his words, then shake your head.

“Thanks,” you say, “maybe next time.”

He picks up his rucksack and begins walking towards the garage’s exit.

“We’re leaving in an hour!” he shouts as he walks towards the door.

“Ghost! “

“Pack light!”

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A/N: The part with Price going to the Caribbean was inspired by @deadbranch’s ongoing series “Say You’ll Remember”

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soap ends up getting to recruit duty 20 minutes late with a giant hickey on his neck

nsfw on patreon

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Full artwork on Patreon :))

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Simon loves’em

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Thinking about soap and ghosts banter during Prison Break, more specifically the way soap hypes up simon. Its all very "woah look at this cool guy!" Also I'm just very much in love with the the way Soap just cannot shut up. He's constantly commenting but not in a way that makes me think "ugh chatty MC in a video game." But more like "this is just how he is and by god will he talk."

Nothing can top the "fucking beautiful, sir!" Though. Johnny just likes seeing cool shit. I think thats the best thing about shipping them, not only are they compatible as a ship but they're also just fucking bros.

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this is what plagues me

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Who’s he texting..??

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Medics Need a Little Lovin’

Ghost x (afab/gn) reader

Summary: You are an exhausted medic and Ghost wants to help you catch some Zs.

CW: unprotected sex, semi-public (private, in a public area), slight degradation, praise.

TW: pussy, hole, clit.

You haven’t gotten any sleep for a few days now. Just working none-stop. If you’re not patching up soldiers back to good health, you’re filling out copious amounts of paperwork. Even the little free time you get, it’s always spent awake and frustrated. Your mind betraying your body as always.

Simon Ghost Riley, is a frequent visitor, has come to get patched up again. It still baffles you how much his body has gone through yet it’s still functioning almost perfectly. The amount he’s endured would drive any person mad.

Thankfully he’s not too wounded just a few slits on the biceps. You grab your supplies and proceed to do your job. “You look tired.” He says, concern laced in his words.

“Heh, yeah haven’t slept in a bit. Nothing to worry about.” You say avoiding eye contact.

“I can help with that.” You laugh it off not sure what he is implying by his statement. “I’m serious. A good fuck might help you sleep.” You swiftly look up at him, shocked at the sudden vulgar implication. You look in his eyes hoping it is just his way of joking around.

But no, he seems dead serious about this. “I-I don’t know…” You can’t believe you’re even contemplating this. It should be completely out of the question. He’s not just your superior but he’s also your PATIENT. No matter how you like at it, it’s completely inappropriate.

You finish patching him up and stand, “If you’re not interested, I won’t force you but I’d love to pleasure you.” He says as he puts his hoodie back on. You bite your lip as you look away. Fuck, you really do want this. “Ok.” You sigh succumbing to your desires. His face lights up. He quickly flips you onto the bed, face facing the pillow below you.

He unbuttons your pants and removes them enough to expose you voluptuous ass and soaking wet pussy. He slowly inserts two of his fingers and it’s already too much for you. You’re so out of practice and his fingers are so big. He starts moving in and out of you, pace already quick and deep.

“If someone walks in, we’re fuuuuuuccckked.” You manage to spit out as he fucks you with his fat fingers.

“Well, we better be careful then.” Ghost replies. He removes his fingers and you look behind you to see him. He pulls out his cock. It’s huge, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.

You moan as he slides his cock into your hole. The stretch slightly painful as he goes deeper into you. He stays in place to let you adjust. “Fuck you’re giant.” You gasp, feeling so full as you try to take a deep breath.

You start moaning uncontrollably as he starts moving in and out of you. “You moan like a slag, Love.” He says smirking as he fucks into you deep. The headboard slamming into the wall rhythmically as you moan loudly.

“Fuuuuck Simon…!” you tense as you start feeling your orgasm nearing.

“As much as I love your moans, Love, we don’t want someone to hear you now, do we?” You try to suppress your moans but you realize it’s way too difficult. You bite the pillow to muffle them.

“Simon I’m gonna- gonna cum!” You warn as you get close to the edge.

“Already?” He asks.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s-sorryyy.” He starts rubbing you clit and you gasp at the touch, bucking you hips closer towards the bed.

“Cum for me then, Sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. “Yeah that’s it cum all over my cock.” You start to clinch around him and he groans.

You orgasm as Simon’s name flows out of your mouth, clinging to the pillow for stability. He pulls out, cock still hard, and lets you catch your breath.

“Wait, Si, you didn’t cum.” You slightly turn to look at him. He pulls your pants back up and zips it closed.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“At least let me suck you off.”

“This was all about you, now get some rest.” He kisses your forehead and covers you with a blanket.

Once your head lays on the pillow, exhaustion washes over you and you submit into sleep.

END

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Ghostsoap version of that one scene from the movie Wilde

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Wet Dreams

Tags: Trans Soap x Ghost, fingering, boypussy.

A/N- This is my first ever fic. Sorry if the quality of the writing is bad!

TW: use of pussy, hole, dick, cunt.

Soap wakes up to wetness and slick beneath him. He slightly removes the covers to see the scene he’s made as recollection of the wet dream he had comes in waves.

“Ugh…” he groans in frustration as shame and embarrassment fills his body. He turns his head to see a sleeping Ghost next to him.

The situation Soap is in starts to dawn on him. Panic starts to set. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Soap thinks as his brain tries to think of a fast solution.

Soap and Ghost were forced to sleep in one bed during a slow mission. It was the only one available in the Inn. Neither man was bothered by it until now. Soap was sweating bullets.

If Ghost woke up now to see Soaps mess, there is no way he’d look at Soap the same. Soap looked around for anything to help him. Absolutely nothing. If he moves Ghost for sure would wake up, he was a light sleeper. He had to be for a job like theirs.

Soap had no other options at this point. He decided he’d leave the bed as slowly as he possibly could then figure it out from there. Soap grabbed the covers, slowly lifting them as he used his feet to try and slide off the bed.

“Mmmhh” Ghost moans as his sleep starts to waver. Soap froze in place, laying there eyes wide watching Ghost flutter his eyes open. Soaps heart flew straight to his ass. He knew he’s done for.

“Good morning, Johnny.” Ghost groans out, voice dark and hoarse. Soaps cock twitches at the sound. Fuck, not now! Soap thinks.

“Good morning, LT.” Soap says voice cracking from fear. Ghost instantly notices the wet spot in the covers when he’s fully awake. He looks at Soap and stares.

“Johnny.” Ghost says sternly making Soaps entire body shiver. “Did you piss yourself, Soap?” Ghost asks.

“N-no, I- it’s not piss.” Soap stutters voice weak with embarrassment. “I-I’m so sorry, LT, I’ll clean it up.” As Soap tries to stand Ghost stops him by grabbing his forearm firmly, bringing Soap back to lay in his wetness.

Ghost reaches down and cups Soaps pussy in his big hand. “Ah,” a moan flows out of soaps mouth from the unexpected touch.

“How do you even get this wet?” Ghost comments, his gaze unwavering from Soap. Ghost moves closer, hand still in Soaps pants. Ghost uses his index finger and ring finger to spread Johnny open.

Soap gasps as air suddenly hits his sensitive hole. Ghost then taps his middle finger on Soaps entrance. Johnny’s cunt twitches at the loss of touch. Satisfied with the reaction, Ghost started drawing circles around Soap’s entrance, a smirk springing up on his face.

Soap bits his lip as he watches Ghost’s hand at work, anticipation killing him.

“Hah, bloody put it in already, Ghost!” He spits out frustration too much to handle. Ghost chuckles at the impatience, obliging his demand by slowly putting his finger in.

Agonizingly slow. “Ghooooossst.” Soap says firmly, impatiences eating him alive. Ghost swiftly takes the finger out causing Johnny to gasp and whimper at the loss. “Ghost, please.” He whines. Ghost’s smirk only growing bigger.

“I get to set the pace, Johnny.” Soap turns to Ghost with furrowed eyebrows, “but-“ Ghost cuts him off by shoving his finger back in him. “Ah-!” Soap clinches his pillow for anything to keep him grounded.

Ghost starts to pump his finger in and out. He inserts another finger and fastens his pace. Johnnys eyes shut tight as his mouth opens in pleasure.

Ghost decides to add a third finger making Johnny unconsciously spread his legs wider, welcoming the addition. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” Ghost gasps at the tight fit, imagining what Johnny must be feeling.

“Simon…” Johnny whispered overwhelmed with pleasure. Butterflies formed in Ghost’s stomach at the sound of his name. He starts moving his fingers again, this time going slow. Soap tilts his head closer to Ghost fighting how overwhelmed he is.

Small moans escape Johnny’s lips as Ghost starts to quicken his fingers. Ghost melts at the sounds Soap is making for him.

“UH! Fuuuuccckk…” Ghost is knuckles deep in Johnny now. His fingers making sinful sounds as they go in and out of Soap’s tight pussy.

Ghost starts rubbing Johnny’s dick as he gets closer to his climax. “Fuck fuck, Simon!” He yells as he reaches his high. Ghost thrusts his fingers a few times before slowing down. He keeps his fingers there for a few seconds as Johnny catches his breath.

Soap whimpers as Ghost removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth. “Do I taste good?” Soap asks teasingly as a big smile forms on his face.

“You taste amazing.” Ghost answers after sucking his fingers clean.

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it’s gonna take a while for me to render this in between artfight and irl so I’ll give y’all the lines for now :) I was also stuck between ‘09 Soap and ‘22 Soap so I decided y’all get the best of both worlds 🤩 it’s bug and bubbles, bubbles and bug <3