#09 Soap

[totallynotasimp67]

Edge

I’ll be honest, it shocked me that I wrote this, but I guess asexuals write good smut, I do apologize for any spelling errors I’m minorly dyslexic

Tags: smut, 99% smut, edging, p in v, trans 09’ Ghost, smut then fluff, Soap 100% has a praise kink but he doesn’t get off on being praised he gets off on praising his partner, post top surgery pre bottom surgery Ghost, after care fluff

09’ Soap keeping 09’ Ghost on his lap, Ghost begging to touch his Captain or himself or for Soap to touch him, something, anything, but Soaps hands were placed firmly on Ghosts hips effectively pinning Ghost to his thigh, arms bound and placed around Soaps neck

Soap relished in watching his little Ghost squirm, begging for stimulation but unable to do anything,

“Please sir,” Ghost begged “I’m getting your pants wet”

“that’s fine,” his eyes felt predatory to Ghost, but not in malicious way, in a way that made Ghosts body tingle

after a few agonizing minutes for Ghost, Captain MacTavish finally removes a hand to begin fingering Ghost, who moans at the stimulation he finally received

“You aren’t allowed to cum yet, not until I say so”

A command Ghost wouldn’t, no, couldn’t ignore he wanted to please his dear Captain, Soap not satisfied with out an answer asks “what do you say”

“Ye-yes sir” Ghost stammered

Satisfied, Soap removed his slick covered fingers and moved them to his mouth, making sure to look Ghost in the eye while he licks every ounce of the slick coating his fingers

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Si,” praising Ghost for being so good and listening to orders, licking his lips “mmhmm, I think I want some more”

Inserting his fingers in Ghost once more relishing the moan Ghost let’s out, this routine of edging and praise goes on for what feels like forever to Ghost, begging for Soap to do more

Soap knew what Ghost wanted, he wanted it too, it was getting unbearable to not be doing more, his hard cock begging to be released from the confines of Soaps pants and plunged into Ghost wet pussy, in one smooth moment Soap pulls his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock, hard and leaking pre cum

Lifting Ghost off his lap as if he weighed nothing, moving them to the desk in front of them he laid Ghost on the desk, lifting his bound legs over John’s shoulders, moving Ghosts shirt up and over his head, giving Soap access to Ghosts chest, kissing, biting and groping Ghost, eliciting moans, Ghost bucking his hips, begging for Soap

Soap wanted to, no it was more that that

He needed make Ghost his, mind and body, heart and soul,

He needed to mark every inch of Ghost,

He needed to let everyone know Lieutenant Riley was his, and no one could take that from him

Soap he knew he couldn’t mark all of Ghosts body so he’d have to settle for a few locations, his inner thigh, chest and neck

Slowly, at first, inserting himself into Ghost elliseting a loud moan from Ghost, Soap wanted to Simon to feel everything slowly. He started by going from tip to base, in and out, every time he slowly pulled out to the tip, nearly pulling out completely every time, then thrusting quickly back in, every thrust had Ghost moaning, arching his back, bucking his hips, clawing at Soap’s back, and all the while Soap was loosing it little by little, each thrust getting harder and harder, kissing and biting the tender skin of Ghost chest and neck harder than before

“Sir, please,“ Ghost pleaded “I can’t take much more”

One last thrust shakes the desk from its strength, Soap removed himself from Ghost, making him wine in discontent at the loss of his Captain’s cock

“Last as long as you can” Soap teases before dropping to his knees, biting Ghosts inner thigh getting closer with each bite to Ghosts sopping pussy, teasingly licking around his lips, once, twice

Licking Ghosts clit has him moaning and arching his back, making Soap grin, finally plunging his tongue into his pussy, Ghost grabs Soaps hair shoving his head harder into his pussy legs squeezing Soaps head, it’s not long of this when Soap needs to breathe but Ghost hasn’t cum yet, and he refuses to stop until Ghost cums, and he’s still being held in place by Ghost’s thighs and hands, squeezing harder pushing his face farther into his pussy, dying like this would be an honor, a passing thought as Soap moves his hands, grabbing at the soft flesh of Simon’s thighs, moving one to play with Simon’s clit, the other providing extra stimulation to his pussy

Grip tightening on Soaps hair, moaning “sir, I-I can’t,” Simon cries “I’m gonna cum”

Soaps neglected cock aches as his lover cums, he tries to lick up as much cum as he can, not wanting to waste a single drop of this heavenly elixir, Soap is finally released from Simons thighs, his hands releasing their grip on his hair

Soap stands, leaning over Simon, eyes full of ecstasy and love, basking in how his lover looks in the after glow, looking Simon in the eye,

“You taste like heaven”

“Ca-Captain,” Ghost pants “let me, please let me pleasure you too”

Untying Ghosts wrists and ankles, kissing up and down his arms and legs, praising how good he did, how good he tastes, eventually he’s sat back in his office chair, aching cock, neglected in favor of his lover, Simon weakly gets off the desk and on his knees resting his head on Soaps inner thigh

“Please, let me help you”

A curt nod from Soap is all the confirmation needs to start, licking the pre cum that leaked from base to tip, licking once more from base to the tip has John shivering at how good it felt, kissing around the tip Ghost wants to go slow, show his Captain how much he loves him, he wants to show John as much love as he received and more, more pre cum leaks out, Ghost licks it quickly, enveloping the head in his mouth, licking the slit more, bringing his head down Ghost envelopes more of Soaps cock in his mouth, pushing to the base

“Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good Si” Johnnys head fell back as he moaned, hands gripping the arm rests, resisting the urge to grip Simon’s hair and keeping his face pressed flush against his pelvis, Simon continues bobbing his head from base to tip occasionally removing his mouth entirely to kiss and lick the tip, relishing the state he’s put John in, head thrown back, chest heaving, hands gripping the arm rests so tight his knuckles turned white

Simon knew he could draw this out for a while if he wanted to, teasing Johnny sounded like fun, he wanted to hear the desperate moans fall from his lips, see him squirm because of him, Simon removed his mouth completely much to John’s dismay, his head moving to look Simon in the eye

“Why” he panted

Simon only smiled remembering what John had said only minutes prior “I wanted to look you in the eye when I said this, I wanna hear you, so last as long as you can”

This made John’s heart beat faster, his breathing hastening, cock leaking more pre cum, god, he thought using my own words against me grip getting impossibly tighter, when Simon licked the pre cum John let a moan escape

“yeah,” Simon teased “just like that”

With that Simon enveloped John’s cock completely in one go, making him moan, pleasure coursing through his body, Simon kept bobbing his head up and down John’s cock, every movement make him moan and pant louder, soon though John can’t take any more

“I-I can’t take much more Si” he pants “I’m gonna cum”

Simon doesn’t stop, he wants to swallow everything his Captain releases, and he does with fervor, swallowing every last drop, not letting any thing go to waste, when he’s done he rests his head against John’s thigh once more both their eyes glazed over, once heavy breathing calming down, when John leans over and picks Simon up to sit on his lap, holding him close, kissing him tasting himself on his lovers tongue

———

Johnny picks up Simon, out the office, through the master bedroom and into the master bath, a heater already going making the whole room warm and comfortable, John set Simon down on counter but not before putting a towel down, he didn’t need his love being sat on a cold counter without pants or underwear

Softly, John speaks “I’ll start a bath, and we can clean you up yeah”

Not waiting for a reply he separates from Simon to start the bath, being extremely diligent to make sure the water’s temperature is perfect, once done he returns to Simon, holding him close, kissing up and down his neck while the bath fills

Simon had already been stripped butt naked, so when the bath was ready John put him in, but John still had almost all his clothes on

“You gonna join me?” Simon’s head lulled to the side to face John, pleading eyes he couldn’t say no to, not that he wanted to at this moment

“Aye, give me a sec” with that John undresses, he grabs a wash cloth before getting in behind Simon, head resting on his shoulder, large arms wrapped around the smaller man’s torso, kissing praises into said shoulder

Diligently, John starts to wipe Simon down, starting with his inner thigh, extra careful around the bite marks, but still ensuring they get clean

Simon sighed, content, leaning further into John relishing the moment

“You’re so good to me Johnny”

Pausing a moment as John processed what Simon said, “you’re so good to me, Johnny” why wouldn’t he be, in his eyes Simon deserves the world and John would do anything to make it happen, why would he think he deserves anything less

“I only give you what you deserve” John hummed “now, let’s get to bed, I want to hold you”

Should I cross post this to Ao3? I kinda want to.

I might

[bunny-jpeg]

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

[sgt-cheetoh]

Ghost is the definition of rizz em with tism and Soap fell for it. That is all.

[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

[gothghostiie]

my brain is spitting words so you have to read them

soap getting it on with the cute new recruit (you) and he ends up fucking you in his private quarters. he knows what hes doing, his cock making you mewl and cry desperately, loudly, too fucked out to do anything but drool as he fucks you into the mattress.

except his quarters are rigbt next to Simons. he doesn't mind that soap is getting laid, but god, do they have to be so loud? so when he does go and confront him he tries to joke, make it less awkward.

"can ya fucking keep it down with your little recruit? can hear them scream for ya every night- like, surely yout bloody cock isn't fucking 'em that good." he chuckles. soap doesnt. soap just smiles.

"wanns try for yourself?"

[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.”

[electricchaser]

09 Ghost has a designated chair in Soap's office.

Soap doesn't clue into it at first. In the beginning, it was just an extra chair stuck in the corner of his office. It was old and worn, and he had a newer one in the other corner, but it was only for him to use when he needed a break while working, or for company, so he didn't care to replace it. Then Ghost started hanging around after hours, or even just during the workday, tending to his own responsibilities while Soap worked, but every time he'd sit in that exact chair. It confused Soap for a minute, and at first he'd try to make small talk, not wanting Ghost to feel uncomfortable or unwelcome, but eventually he catches on that Ghost isn't interested in conversation, or any interaction. He just doesn't want to be alone. Just wants to have a little company without the pressure of actually having to engage in social activities.

So Soap doesn't say anything when some of Ghost's belongings, officeware and paperwork start accumulating in a small bin under the chair overtime.

He doesn't say anything when he walks up to his office one afternoon to do some paperwork, only to find it unlocked and a bell set on top to alert anyone inside, and merely sits down at his desk to work on his reports when he sees Ghost curled up and out cold in the chair.

He doesn't bring it up when he continues to find Ghost curled up in his chair, sleeping or otherwise, even when Soap isn't in his office. Eventually he gets used to Ghost just being an accessory to his office, like a picture frame or a little basket of pens, always there, even when he wasn't.

He does say something when another recruit is in his office and they go to sit in that chair and he's struck with this overwhelming feeling of just... wrong and politely but firmly directs them to the other chair because 'that's not their chair'.

The first time Soap walked into his office after Shepperd's betrayal, and he sets eyes on that empty chair, he feels like a cold bucket of water was dumped over him, because seeing that chair empty has a whole different meaning now. It didn't mean Ghost was just off training or busy with other things. It didn't mean Ghost was just tied up somewhere else busy working. No, now that empty chair was a sign of pain. A symbol, of how Soap had been betrayed, a constant reminder of how the person that chair belonged to was no longer around to use it.

It takes a solid three weeks of Soap gathering his things and working somewhere else on base before he can finally stand the thought of sitting in his otherwise empty office to do his paperwork. The first time he does, he has to take multiple breaks to sob and pull at his hair and curse the world, and curse himself because damn it he should've known better than to get used to something that could get taken away from him so easily.

A few months later, Soaps snaps at an ignorant rookie who sees the old worn out chair and suggests getting rid of it, replacing it with something in better shape, and he only has half a heart to feel bad after the fact.

That chair never leaves Soap's office, even after he dies, because Price knew. He knew and he doesn't have the heart to clear out Soap's office. Not yet. Not for a long time. It isn't until Price leaves active duty and someone else takes over that that office gets cleared out, and even then, that chair and most of the belongings in that office leave with Price, set up and stored safely in a room in his house, because he'll be damned if he lets the only things left of his teammates just get thrown away, like they never mattered. Because they mattered to each other, more than anything or anyone else.