#…. 09 soap

[bunnys-kisses]

captain mactavish loved to see virgins squirm on his cock. johnny mactavish was a notable womb buster and virgin breaker. he loved to leave the pretty bonnies panting for more, he loved to leave them fucked out and whiny. pathetic little things under him. he loved watching the cute little things on base run to find emergency contraceptive because even if captain mactavish tried to use condoms, it was nothing like filling a bonnie full of his cum.

you were his favourite though, the kind of woman that left johnny panting for more. you made him more feral than an upright man. he was a captain and yet when you walked by, his cock got leaky with want.

he man handled you like you were a toy. bruise your soft hips and fuck you until he was trying to get you to taste his cum in the back of your throat. johnny spent too much time with the structure of the military, he was battle-worn so to lose control in your pretty pussy was a luxury that he knew he couldn't go without. there were a dozen pretty faces on base, but none of them lingered in johnny's mind. so when he got you on your back in his room and his strong arms planted on either side of you. his cock rubbed up against the front of your pussy, his words filthy, "we gotta get 'em reacquainted, hen. been gone too long, she probably misses me." his words curled around a base part of your brain that was fueled by sexual need. you whimpered a little bit, you were caged under your captain. he was painfully big and as a result of your many encounters. not even your toys from home could relieve the itch under your skin. your captain was the only person that could make you cum. and johnny was more than happy to shoot every last of his swimmers into your cunt. at least he'd be certain that no other man could have you. when he got his impressive length into you without too much noise from you. he licked his lips. those blue eyes of his were heavy with a sexual want and you thought you found heaven. especially when he leaned back on his heels and lifted your hips until your were bent in a way that your knees were to your ears. you soaked cunt on full display for him.

"captain." "don't worry, bonnie. i got ya. just stay there, hook your arms under your knees so ya don't fall over." his words were heavy, almost caring as if you couldn't feel his hard cock in your stomach. he held onto you tighter and started to move against you heavily. you kicked out your legs a little bit and you felt heat flood your cheeks as he fucked you. the bed squeaked under the both of you as he placed sloppy kisses on your skin. he couldn't wait till he got some time off with you, he took you back to his flat in glasgow and got to mark your pretty skin. he wanted to see how bruised he could make your neck before you two got stares in public. as if they couldn't smell his cum on your skin. shore leave sounded nice about now, pull a few strings and surprise, you're with johnny the entire time. that was the luxury of being a captain. if you thought about leaving him, then he'd pull every string he could get his hands on to get you back in his circle. but from the blissed out expression on your face as he fucked you, you weren't getting anywhere fast. at least not until johnny puts a baby in you. he heard you talk about not wanting children, he had already made the decision for you. it wouldn't be hard, you put your faith too much in birth control and johnny was not about playing dirty. everything had a failure rate, it was only a matter of time. especially when his cock head was pressed up against your cervix. and it made you drool against your covers when you turned your head to the side. he could feel your pretty cunt flutter around his achy cock. the idea of him being with the only made you'd ever be with excited him and made him thrust against you faster. you whimpered and arched your back. he knew when you came then your brain would go flat lined. and he was right, you clutched onto him as you came. back arched and you squeezed your eyes shut. you didn't even form words, you just made a sharp noise that made johnny feel really good. the sight of you made him cum quickly as well. a thrust of his hips to make sure that his cock was getting comfortable with our spongy little womb. a promise of things to come.

before you could muster the strength to go find a way to make sure you didn't get pregnant, johnny was already one step ahead of you. his cock was hard once more and you were on your stomach, back arched to let johnny fuck that sweet cunt once more. even if you tried to claw at the sheets in some half-assed attempt to escape, johnny would always over power you. you're not getting away that easily, so just lie that and let your captain do all the hard work.

"don't sniffle there, bonnie. you'll look a lot better with some baby fat on your hips." <3

[baohanhanesel]

I bring you 09 Ghoap

[resident-idiot-simp]

[s0fter-sin]

09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure

that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. can’t convince himself that he’s safe

mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley

that's why he also notices when it starts to change

months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto

it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore

instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door

he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner

[klaart]

09 GhostSoap

Missing the 09 bois😪

Close up!! 09 Ghost design by AmikoRoyAi!!

He broke his last one,, should we give him another?

Laptop#51

He got it🤲💻

Laptop#90

He seems happy about his new laptop,,leap frog laptop!!

[24-05txt]

PITCH-HIT A GIFT FOR THE GHOSTSOAP SERVER GIFT EXCHANGE 💪never done '09 soapghost so I hope I did them justice <3

Also haven't done a comic in fuckin forever but shshshshhhh

[pampanope]

I just wanna see ‘22 Ghost hold 09’ Ghost tenderly~

Bonus:

[achx791]

Choose Your Silent Protagonist!

No, Soap, not you.

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Roaches first mission

that mission in brazil sucks so bad but the content is so worth it

[liamthemailman]

flowers from the OG timeline

[blond3ang3l]

I love a man that makes me feel secure enough that I can allow myself to be feminine in the way I want without having to worry about anything🎀

REINER, Orochimaru, Hidan, VEGETA OMG, Dio, CAPTAIN MacTavish, Zoro, Alucard

[brewed-pangolin]

Oh Captain, My Captain

Captain Soap MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+MDNI Pegging

John MacTavish was not a man you would ever describe as being submissive.

He had a way about him. Could silence a room with a single glance. Muster a regiment to their feet with barely an edge of disciplinary enthusiasm. And woo you to the edge of coherent consciousness while his hands molded you into a new plain of existence.

However, it was here, with synthetic leather wrapped tightly around your waist and him propped on his hands and knees that you truly saw the man John MacTavish had become.

-

"John", you murmured, the slightest hint of concern rolling off your tongue as your hand ghosted up ever so slowly up the curve of his spine.

"John," you repeated. "What's the safeword?"

"Cornflower." He responded with a slight head tilt and that same cool headedness you'd had become so accustomed to.

"Good. Now just relax for me."

Your hand traversed down the thick flesh of back and found itself perfectly at home in the curve of his hip. Positioning yourself behind him with the stiff rubber tip pressed gently between the flesh of his ass.

A glint of light catching your eye refracted off the abundant amount of lube along its textured length while ever so gently applying just enough pressure to glide in.

You felt him tense up underneath the pads of your fingers the moment the rubber tip punctured through his tight flesh. Halting your progression to allow him a moment to regain himself before pushing forward once more in one languid, gradual motion.

"Fuckin hell," he crooned. Shoulders rolling forward to meet your intrusion only to lull back as your hips patiently retracted.

"You good, baby?" You asked, the subtle vibration of concern thrumbing off your tongue as you again pushed forward into him.

He responded first with a gentle nod, letting his body mold into your langourous movement.

"Aye. I'm good."

"Good. We're gonna take this nice and slow."

"I'd advise so - fuck."

Your hands landed on the curve of his hips as he abruptly jolted forward. Rippling muscles undulating underneath taut flesh. A muffled hiss escaping your clenched jaw as you imaged the tightness you'd feel if the roles were somehow reversed.

"Easy, John. Move with me." Your gentle coax aiding to his sudden overstimulation. Feeling his stiff torso relax under your touch as you found a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and easy for you to maintain.

You had up until now avoided the sight of the rubber shaft disappearing into his flesh. Focusing more on his body language for any tangible signs of distress, willing to halt at any moment if it became abundantly too much for him.

Yet that moment never came.

Reluctantly you moved your sights down to the thick synthetic cock strapped to your waist and reveled in the ease as it moved in and out of his puckering hole. The motion of his flesh barely visible, only on your gradual withdrawals could you notice the subtle flutter as it synced perfectly with his robust inhalations.

"Talk to me, John. How you feelin?" You hummed, quietly letting your words hang in air and merge with the muffled groans emanating from his lips.

"Like I'm bein'- fucked in the ass."

"Hm. Always the ever observant one."

Soap's hushed yet jeering retort pulled a smile into the corners of your lips.

Unable to see his face, yet you imagined that familiar smug curl etched into the corner of his mouth.

Eyes branding the sight of him being so willing and compliant into the back of your mind, treating the vision like an erotic Shakespearean spectacle that would forever be for your eyes only.

Gliding your hands along the curve of his back, feeling his muscles move in tandem with your steady thrusts as your bodies molded together into a seamless and blissful rhythm.

Gingerly, you began to lay your front down against the length of his back. Hips slow, methodical. Easing into him for one push, slightly more forceful than the others while simultaneously seating the rubber shaft in its entirety as your chest made contact the scarred flesh of his shoulders.

"Fuckin hell, lass" he breathed on the most sinful whimper that had ever graced your ears.

Pressing your body firmly against his trembling musculature, molding into the curve of his spine while your lips caressed the sensitive length of his neck.

"Happy birthday, Captain." You purred into his flesh, mouth puckering along the curve of his shoulder as he lulled his head forward with a grunting moan.

Aided once more by the subtle rolling of your hips as you pulled back. Fingers finding their place in the deep crevice of his hips, one hand withdrawing into the air to plant a firm smack onto the flesh of his ass.

"Jesus, fuck!" He bellowed out on a thunderous roar.

Your hands clawing into his flesh as he thrusted forward, keeping the rubber shaft buried to the hilt to let your body move with him.

"C'mon, Soap. Let's test that will of yours. See if it's a strong as we all think it is."

Soap's head slowly turned to all him to glance over his shoulder, that all to familiar glare creeping into the darkness of his eyes as a deep snarl etched into his lips.

"Careful, lass. Or you're gonna regret tha' smart-ass mouth a'yers."

Your hand was halfway in the air as his whispered threat made entry into your ears. Connecting to his flesh once more with a smacking ricochet that reverberated off the walls around you.

"Carefull, Captain. Or I must just break you."

You'd bask in the pornographic retaliation he'd thrust upon once the tide had turned. For now, you bathed in the dominance he allowed you to absolve in.

Meeting his glare with a forceful snap of your hips, rendering him into nothing more than a whimpering mess of a man. Breaking him so beautifully by the end, you'd thought he might shatter with anything above a strained whisper as you withdrew from his body and held his soul within the palms of your hands.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

Like and comment all you want, but do not feel obligated to reblog. This is purely a self-indulgent piece that I've been wanting to do for years. And I finally found the will to do it. I'm aware this will not pull to everyone's liking, and I'm at peace with that. Thank you all for your love and support as always.

-💛

[resident-idiot-simp]

My latest victim was @azilver

[s0fter-sin]

“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”

[klaart]

09 Ghost Chompers🦷

The comic that started it:

+ the semi realism drawing that followed✨:

cheezin for mactavish :D

I wanted to show y’all what I was picturing for 09 ghost when I was drawing the chibi comic🫡

[gray-samael]

Silly arts of the first and only poly that got me hooked.

Based on these photos:

Thanks to hubby who sends all sorts of interesting photos.😂🖤