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This is Soap when you guys move in together

[majinbangus]

I stumbled across your feral!141 and when you have more time for it I would love to know how the feral boys would behave if reader got injured because of a dumb hunter while they were away hunting

feral!141 are lowkey dark ngl but not directed at you -> more here

They are territorial. Extremely so. You learned that quickly when the occasional lost soul or passing hunter came across your—their—property. It's only because of your staying hand do your boys hold themselves back, although not without a threatening show of teeth at the trespasser. If you weren't there to hold their leashes, you can only imagine the mauling that would take place.

You know what they are capable of. You've seen it with your own eyes, having watched them roughhouse with each other and seen the offerings they will leave on your doorstep as fond gifts, like cats presenting dead mice to their master. But they aren't housecats, nor are their presents tiny, harmless mice. Far from it.

And you're reminded of what beasts they are again.

They are savage and cruel. Merciless and cold. When they came back and found you nursing a wound—a measly one, barely a scratch—that you received from a hunter that trespassed, they went back out and tracked down the hunter wherever he ran off to after you managed to fend him off. They came back hours later bloodier than when you last saw them.

You know what happened but you still ask, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothin' much," Soap claims, making Ghost snort.

"Just had to give a little message." Gaz gives a blasé roll of his shoulders.

You tilt your head that them. "What's that?"

It's then that Price steps up, and you're suddenly aware that they're all looking at your shoulder where the hunter nicked you with a throwing knife. You resist the urge to gulp when Price leans in, a possessive undertone coating his voice when he gives you the answer.

"Don't touch what's ours."

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IN LOVE WITH GUARDDOG!SIMON

》 18+ hope you don't mind i have thoughts about guard dog!ghost's 'lipstick' -> more here

Ghost has no shame.

Sometimes, when he is hard and horny, he will let his cock out of its confines to let it hang between his legs. Its weight is heavy and looks uncomfortable to bear, but what always catches your attention the most is the angry dark pinkish red shade of his tip, leaking pearly white droplets of precum. Yet despite it looking almost painful to carry, Ghost doesn't do anything about it, preferring to stare at you expectantly while lightly pumping his length.

"He can't help it," Soap always says. "That's what happens when dogs get happy or excited."

Their 'lipsticks' come out.

"Isn't that sweet, bon?"

Sweet. Salty. And with a tangy aftertaste.

You somehow end up on your knees, lips swollen and covered in his spend. Ghost's cock is semi-hard in his hand, spurting thick layers of come as he drags the tip of it across your lips, smearing the fluid in a controlled manner. You do your best not to lick it away, settling for smacking your lips instead. Ghost hums in approval and drops his cock. He steps back to fully admire the creamy white coloring tinting your lips.

"I like this shade on you, pet." He fondly wipes a thumb under your bottom lip to give you a cleaner look. "Give me a minute. I'll have more ready for you. Then you can show Johnny your new look."

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9uveTQy3a0/?igsh=MW90Z3phZDkweHR5

I saw this and thought of Dog Ghost, yanking a body pillow from the reader's legs and crawling up in its stead

this is so cute and how about instead of a body pillow, it's soap? -> more here

"What the—?!" Soap scrambles for purchase, unable to get a good grip on anything as he's rudely dragged awake from his half-slumber. He plops to the floor with the gracelessness of a newborn fawn, as if he isn't the trained soldier that he is. Soap looks up from his position on the ground, rubbing his temple from the slight ache of lightly smacking the ground. He glares at the culprit of his inconvenience. "Why'd you—"

"My turn," Ghost interrupts, remorseless, and steps over Soap to where you're giggling at his antics. He shoves himself between your legs and arms, taking Soap's spot. A pleased rumble comes from his chest as you ragdoll for him, letting him position you however he wants so he's comfortable in your embrace.

Soap gets up from the floor, and glares at the two of you, crossing his arms. "Y'can't do tha'."

"I just did." His voice is muffled from where his face is buried into your chest.

Soap turns his irritation to you. "Gonna somethin' about this, bon?"

You stifle your laughter, idly rubbing Ghost's back. "But he's being so sweet."

"Sweet my arse—"

"Quit your yappin', Johnny. Thought I was supposed to be the dog."

Soap's eyebrow twitches and you bite your lip to smother your smile. He's quiet for a second, but you know from the look on his face, the gears are turning. "Fine," Soap says, suspiciously placated. He shuffles closer till he's looming over you both. You squint at him. He's gonna do something annoying. You know he is. "I'll be quiet. You won't mind if I just—?"

Before either of you can protest, he swings his body over the both of you and flops down, squishing you under his weight as he gets comfy again.

You wheeze in protest, "Johnny!"

But his eyes are already closing again, and Ghost is no help, content with the spot he stole.

"Now let me sleep."

[majinbangus]

hello! i just wanted to ask, if you’re comfortable sharing, where your username comes from?

ily your writing btw :)

hello lovely nonnie <3 and i dont mind sharing lol

majin is partly inspired by dragon ball's majin buu

and bangus = milkfish, hence the '🥛🐟' emojis

i chose it bc i was going through my db phase (again) when i made this account and i liked the meaning of majin, which i believe is 'demon' or 'magic person' (something along those lines, correct me if im wrong, im going by the db wiki) and i thought it was fitting to call bangus 'demon' bc of an incident that happened a little earlier in the year

so that's how i came up with majinbangus (or demon milkfish as i like to think of it as :))

[majinbangus]

I most likely won't write this because I'm embarrassed about it, but hear me out-

Piss kink with guard dog!Ghost where he marks his territory

You see where I'm going with this?

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》 18+ so you know how dogs love belly rubs? -> more here

One of Ghost's favorite forms of affection to receive from you is when you grind your cunt against his belly.

As a matter of fact, he likes it so much, he asks for it every day. After all, what dog wouldn't want belly rubs? And he's not subtle about what he wants. You always know what he's asking for when he lies on his back, shirt either discarded somewhere on the ground or lifted up his chest to reveal his awaiting belly.

"Jus' a little rub." He flexes his abdomen, unabashedly presenting his muscles in the low light of the bedroom. "Think I deserve some lovin' for my hard work."

"But you already got one today," You whine, cunt still sore from this morning and from all the belly rubs you've given him the past few days. "Don't you want something else?"

He remains undeterred. "C'mon, pet. You can't so no to your dog, can you?"

-

"What's this?" Soap asks, walking in after being cooped up all day in his office. "Giving the dog some attention, sweetheart?"

"He's so spoiled," You say as if it's his fault, but you can't help it; your clit screams at you from how sensitive it is. "Can't go one day without a belly rub."

Ghost gives a warning growl and clamps his hands on your hips in a bruising grip to pull you down. He makes you grind harder against his soaked abdomen, unflinching when you cry. "I'm not the one drooling a sticky mess outta 'er cunt."

"Quiet," You snap at him, "or I won't give any more belly rubs."

Ghost gnashes his teeth at you, but otherwise obeys your command, choosing to silently retaliate by slipping a hand between your legs to pinch your clit.

"Simon!"

Soap chuckles at your squeal, and walks closer to get a better view. Ghost doesn't let go, and twists your bud between his fingers. You claw at his chest, looking to Soap for help, but he ignores it, and casually swipes a finger through some of the slick you left on Ghost's stomach to taste it. Then he takes another swipe and brings it up to Ghost's mouth so he can get a lick.

"No need to be so mean to the dog." Soap pretends to not hear your sob as Ghost gets his fill. "You wanna show him how much you love him with some belly rubs, aye?"

You don't answer, but that's okay. The way your hips jerk against Ghost's belly is telling enough.

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Unknowingly activating guard dog!Ghost's prey drive while greeting Soap at the airport. -> more here

You're just too excited. It's been forever since Soap's been home and you know that Ghost has been getting antsy about it too after getting an update call from Price. He can't really blame you for taking off the second you see Soap coming down from one of the escalators, running to jump in his arms. Regardless of your reasons, it's still a mistake on your part.

The instant you dart away from him, Ghost is laser-focused on you and giving chase. But you're oblivious. Your attention is on reaching Soap, forgetting the rules of keeping your guard dog nearby. You'll pay for that from the both of them later.

Soap is watching with amusement, seeing you scurry towards him, somehow dodging Ghost's attempts at grabbing you. It's only when you're about to jump in his arms does Ghost catch up, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and jerking you back into his chest.

Your arms are outreached towards Soap, making grabby hands with a cute, disoriented look as you look back at what plucked you up like some unruly, untrained pup. "What the hell, Ghost? Bad dog!"

He's glaring and his chest is heaving, but something tells you it's not because he's out of breath from chasing after you. He leans in, growling, "Naughty move. You ran away."

"I was just greeting Johnny, I don't see what the big deal is?" You glare back, but then another hand grabs your chin and turns your face forward again. You gulp when you see Soap's mean smirk, starting to realize the trouble you're in.

He tuts disapprovingly at you. "Ah, ah, bonnie. Ghost is a good boy. He was only doing his job. I think he's right in being upset with you, and deserves to play with what he caught. Don't you agree?"

You don't try to answer. You already know your fate is sealed and set. There's a foreboding squeeze on your nape, and a shiver runs through you at the rumble in your ear. "Can't wait to have fun with you, pet."

You don't have to ask what kind of fun he has in mind. You know that dogs eat their prey.

[majinbangus]

Yeah, this would be them

Soap coming in with his arm wrapped around you and holding the leash to guard dog!Ghost's collar: Where's the captain?

Gaz, eyeing Ghost's leash: Um, whatcha got there?

Soap, squeezing you closer: My bonnie sweetheart <3

[majinbangus]

Guard dog!Ghost wouldn't do this, but if he started resource guarding you, the way Soap would help train him out of that is by fucking you and having Ghost eat his come out afterward to show that they can share you and get an equal amount of fun out of it

something like that, idk.

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ladsblvkahdbsgakcu guard dog ghost is so goooodddd

im so glad you think so <3 pls excuse the horny 》 18+ more here

There's a certain crispiness in the night air that hints it'll rain later tonight or tomorrow. You can always tell. It's a different type of chill that settles in your bones. Something that holds a little more bite. You'd pay more attention to it if you weren't being bit by something far more distracting right now.

"S-Simon—"

It was Soap's idea because of course it was. He was the one who told you Ghost needed to practice his tracking skills so he wouldn't lose them in the event that your dog actually needed to track something—or someone, he pointedly looked at you—down.

"C'mon, bon." Soap had slung an arm around your shoulders. "Help your dog do his training exercises."

"Okay, fine."

Turns out training meant them taking you out in the middle of the woods when it was nearly midnight and giving you an hour head start to run and hide before hunting you down. Soap stayed back with Ghost to act as his handler. He even put a leash on Ghost before starting the exercise.

"It'll be fun!" Soap said when he explained the rules.

If you somehow weren't found within a half hour—doubtful—Ghost would get a 'punishment' for failing the exercise and would receive more training; however, if he succeeded the exercise—expected—he'd get to use you as a chew toy on the forest floor until Soap pulled him back by his leash.

Unsurprisingly, you were found—within ten minutes, no less—and that's how you ended up here: underneath Ghost and covered in bite marks as he mercilessly thrust into you from behind.

"He's a good boy, isn't he, sweetheart?" Soap asks, groaning as he idly pumps his cock, leash held loosely in his free hand. "Found you so quick, didn't he?"

"Y-yeah," You choke out, clawing at the wet soil, cunt aching from the battering it's receiving. "Good," you gasp, blinking away a few stray tears, "Good boy."

At your praise, Ghost lets out a little amused huff and reaches around you to indulgently tweak your nipple. You shriek at the sudden sting, but he easily subdues your light thrashing by using his weight against you. He nips at your earlobe with a low growl, "Thanks for helping out, pet. Couldn't have done this without you."

"We'll do this again," Soap says, lightly pulling on Ghost's leash to make him snarl and thrust vindictively into you. "Y'know. For the training."

Sure, that's the whole point of this. The training.

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lethal company!au cw: horror/dubcon elements?

You work for the Company and are sent to travel to a dangerous unexplored moon for scraps. Allegedly unexplored. That's what the Company claims. There are rumors that a squad was sent out to it once, but they never returned because a freak accident mutated them into the very creatures that haunt the moon's surface.

But those are often dismissed as ghost stories to scare the new hires, and you're not one to believe in phantoms; however, once you get there, you can't help thinking there may be some truth to those rumors.

You're finding rusted scraps from an older model of your ship. There are ripped up Company uniforms scattered across the moon's facility. One with the half-torn nametag ending in '-avish'. Most haunting of all: the dried human bloodstains splattered across the hallways and floors.

You try to convince your fellow teammates it's time to get out of there, but they're too stubborn, making fun of you for being such a scaredy-cat. For believing in a silly story. But right in the middle of their teasing, one of your teammates cuts off with a scream and a sickening crunch. Then chaos.

It's a futile scramble trying to escape. One by one, your teammates are picked off with a cry and then chilling silence until all that's left is you.

Except—

When the creatures do catch you—when you expect to face the same fate your teammates met—instead of tearing you apart or eating you up, or whatever else they did to your teammates, you get dragged into their den and are kept alive. For how long and for what, you don't know.

For some reason, this moon's creatures have taken a special liking to you, and you're not sure if it's for the better.

-

they're gonna dick you down and make you their pet

i wanted to go more in depth with this. i have a little more thoughts about it, but that's all i got rn

[majinbangus]

would it be excessive if i had soap calling ghost a 'good boy' every time i post another guard dog!ghost thought

[majinbangus]

You know how dogs suddenly appear 3 inches away from you when you open the pantry/fridge???

Well... Dog Ghost 👀

perhaps you can manipulate that into a drabble of some sort

》 18+ i hope you don't mind i changed it a little from opening the pantry/fridge to turning on the shower -> more here

When Soap guaranteed that Ghost would stick by your side, he was not lying. Ghost is a damn velcro dog. He goes with you anywhere and everywhere. You don't spend much time apart aside from the space you are granted at home when there's hardly any actual guarding he needs to be doing, but even then he still finds ways to seek you out.

Like when you turn on the water for the shower. It doesn't matter where in your home he is, Ghost will always hear it and by the time you're done checking the warmth of the water, he'll be standing there when you turn around.

"You know you don't have to watch me every time I take a shower," You state, although you've stopped being surprised at his sudden appearance after the fifth time it happened. He even watched you and Soap have some special shower time once or twice.

He just wants to be near us, Soap had insisted, No harm in that, right? Right.

"You could do something else instead." You strip yourself of your dirty clothes, throwing them in Ghost's face. He lets all of them fall to the ground with a thud except for your panties, catching them in his hand and bringing them up to his face. He inhales deeply with a satisfied rumble before pocketing your underwear.

"That mean you're letting me get in the shower with you?" He smirks, unabashedly letting his eyes roam down your naked body.

"I don't shower with dogs." You smile back and step into the shower, closing the glass door in his face. "Besides, you'll get your bath tomorrow."

And you both know that means some special time with him.

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Omg, with readers dead ex, maybe it could be roach? 👀✨️

@vicariousresearcher asked: Going off of that angst pining Soap concept; imagine Soaps just always the shoulder you go to, even after months. Slowly he thinks you’re making progress and you two are getting closer then one night you guys go out drinking and a couple drinks in you get a bit more touchy and giggly. A equally tipsy Soap convinces himself this was because you just needed a bit of liquid courage to push past that mental barrier of actually being attracted to someone else. Then you call him by your ex’s name and it’s like a bucket of cold water and he’s instantly sobering up. Hurt by his own wants and your drunken words yet he still cares to get you back to your apartment while you keep trying to flirt with him as if he’s your ex. I love angst Soap so much he’s so tasty

dead ex post also this isn't related to the dead ex idea, but when you mentioned calling soap a different name, it reminded me of this post i made awhile back of fwb!reader calling pining!soap another name 🤭

And he can't even be upset with you.

This is the first time he's seen you smiling—really smiling—in months. He should be happy, and a part of him is glad to see you not suffering for once, but it still hurts to hear you calling him by Roach's name.

But at the same time, he's reminded of how much Roach loved you and now he's feeling like a piece of shit because what would Roach think about him falling in love with you? With him wanting a relationship with you? He's such a shite friend.

And yet—

When he manages to tuck you into your bed—the one you shared with Roach—you mumble into your pillow, drowsily grabbing at his wrist, "I love you, Gary."

Soap can't help confessing his sin, gently prying away your fingers to press a kiss on your knuckles. "I love you, too."

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》 18+ more here

Soap sending you off to do one of those 'buying everything my dog touches' with guard dog!Ghost except it's in a sex shop and he touches damn near half the store.

You're a flustered mess by the time you get to the register.

"So what did you get?" Soap asks as soon as you step through the door. He raises his brows when he sees the amount of bags Ghost is carrying in behind you, and whistles lowly, "Bloody hell, did you buy the whole shop?"

You shoot a look at Ghost, annoying satisfaction radiating off of him when he hands one of the bags to Soap. "The dog did not restrain himself while we were in there."

"Ach, don't blame the dog, sweetheart," Soap reprimands, frowning at you. "Ghost's been a good boy, I think he deserves some toys."

"I guess so," You grumble, bowing your head a little. "We got a lot, though."

Ghost does not look the least bit repentant, digging through one of the bags. "Couldn't help myself, pet. Was just too many treats to pick out from." He says that as if he doesn't have some the best self control you've ever seen from a man. From a dog. He pulls out what he was looking for, holding it out to you with a devilish look in his eyes. "Now take off your clothes. I wanna play with some of the toys I got."

Why do you get the feeling he's not just talking about the pussy pump in his hand?

"C'mon, sweets." Soap bumps your shoulder with an equally devious smile as he dangles some nipple clamps in front of your face. "We can play a little tug-of-war with these, too. Doesn't that sound fun?"

And there's still a lot more bags of toys to play with. Hope you can keep up.

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Can ignore if something similar has been said before but...

Just imagine Soap and Ghost agreeing that you've been taking such a good care of Ghost that you deserve a little treat. From the both of them... 👀

Do with that what you will 😌

》 18+ they're both so proud of you <3 -> more here

It's moments like these that highlight how much of a dog Ghost is willing to be, and how much Soap enables him.

You're pinned between them, Soap at your back and Ghost at your front. The former holds you open for the latter, restraining your wrists with one hand and spreading your folds apart with the other for Ghost to bury his tongue into you. He's generous with his kisses, licking deep and sloppy, holding your trembling legs down so you can't close them around his head.

"Been such a responsible owner, pet," He had murmured when he settled between your thighs. "Thought I'd show some appreciation."

Soap had cooed with a deceptively innocuous tone, "We just want to give you a little reward, sweetheart." He kissed behind your ear once he positioned himself behind you. "Nothing too much, aye?"

What a fucking lie. You should've known better than to believe that. These two thrive off of too much, and they're not gonna stop until they've decided you've been sufficiently rewarded and appreciated, or until you give Ghost the command—the safeword—to stop.

"Such a good girl," Soap praises behind you, rubbing at your folds. "Our good girl."

From between your legs, Ghost briefly pulls away to say, "Just one more, pet. Give us one more."

It almost sounds like he's the one giving you a command. As if you're the dog for the night, like he isn't the one licking messy kisses to your swollen pussy lips, but you can't bring yourself to dwell on it further because Soap swipes at your clit just as Ghost sucks mercilessly on your cunt, and you obey without another thought.

"That's a good pet. Now give us another."