#Soap X Ghost

[s3rrrpentine]

growing old with you ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )

partially blind ghost x partially deaf with bad knees soap

[druap]

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[danilights2021]

I haven't read this yet, but someone suggested this to me

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You had a plan, but never could have anticipated… this.

Ghost/Soap/female reader - throuple fic Please read this post

AO3 / all works are 18+

Part One You meet your new patient, and his Ghost. Part Two Deep breath. Part Three " You'll be with him?" Part Four Sanctuary. Part Five Johnny tells you a secret Part Six Simon does some digging Part Seven You get caught in a spell Part Eight The rock and the hard place Part Nine Simon and Johnny make a discovery, and a promise. Part Ten Dinner date Part Eleven Welcome home Part Twelve One step forward, two steps back. Part Thirteen Confessions Part Fourteen what's in a name? Part Fifteen Try Part Sixteen Therapy Part Seventeen A shock Part Eighteen Surprise Part Nineteen Prey

Timeline

Musings: Original ramble Follow up Q

Moodboard and playlist

[remiebear]

Happy holiday season!!!!

[skulldetergent]

Hug

[blingblong55]

Seeing stars -John "Soap" MacTavish NSFW

Based on a request: for kinktober can I have soft sex? Soap is the one to fuck you good he'll make you see stars

A/N: I'm sorry it took me this long to post it ---- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, established!relationship, oral!sex, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, fingering ----

Soft, sweet lover. That is who Johnny is as a partner. He has always been a kind boyfriend, something that awed you. He is the first relationship since your last toxic boyfriend. You've learned a lot from him but one thing you have learned the most is that he is a dedicated lover. He dotes upon you, which is why sex with him is possibly the hottest, messiest thing you can live through. 

"C'mon my love, tell me what you want and I'll do everything in my power to fuck you like how you want it." In that moment, he feels you wrap your arms around him, "I want you, I need you to fuck me until I'm nothing but a mess," you softly say as you kiss his cheek. Your body writhes with pleasure and need. "Please, Johnny," you whisper. 

Johnny's breath catches in his throat at your words, a shiver running down his spine. Fuck. The way you say it, all needy and desperate...it makes his cock throb almost painfully, trapped as it is in his jeans. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste you. "Anything for you, Bonnie," he murmurs against your mouth. "Gonna fuck you so good, make you forget your name."

His hands roam your body, mapping out every curve and dip. He palms your tits through your shirt, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they stiffen into tight peaks. You arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping you. Johnny chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's it, love. Let me hear you."

He yanks your shirt up over your head and tosses it aside, baring your glorious tits to his hungry gaze. He ducks his head, latching onto one pert nipple and suckling hard. You cry out, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. "Mmph, so fucking perfect," Johnny groans, giving your other nipple the same treatment. His hands slide down to pop the button on your trousers, shoving them down your thighs along with your panties.

He settles between your legs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. "Gonna taste this sweet cunt," he promises darkly. "Get you nice and wet for my cock." Johnny nudges your thighs further apart and dives in, tongue flicking out to lap at your folds. He groans at the first taste of your arousal, the flavour exploding across his tongue. "Fuck, you're soaked already. Dripping for me."

He licks a long stripe up your slit before zeroing in on your clit, suckling the sensitive bud. Your hips buck against his face, hands fisting in the sheets. Johnny grips your hips harder, holding you in place as he eats you out like a starved man.

He slides two fingers into your slick heat, pumping them in and out. "That's it, love. Ride my fingers. Gonna get you nice and stretched for my fat cock." Your walls flutter around his digits, clenching down like a vice. Johnny curls his fingers just right, rubbing against that special spot inside you that makes you see stars. "There it is," he purrs, massaging your G-spot with each thrust. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue."

You are writhing, moaning mess beneath him, hips bucking erratically. Johnny doubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit while finger-fucking you faster. He can tell you're close, thighs trembling and stomach muscles jumping. "Come for me, Bonnie," he commands, voice a deep rumble. "Wanna taste that sweet cunt." With a keening cry, you shatter, gushing all over his hand and face. Johnny laps it up eagerly, tongue delving deep to catch every drop. He gentles his touch as you ride out the aftershocks, soft kisses peppering your sensitive flesh.

Finally, he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied groan. "Delicious, as always." He stands to quickly shed his clothes, freeing his painfully hard cock. It juts out from his body, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He gives himself a few quick strokes, just to ease the ache. Grabbing his cock, Johnny lines himself up with your entrance, the head notching just inside. He leans down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. "Ready for me, love?" he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

At your nod, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. They both groan at the sensation, your slick walls stretching deliciously around his throbbing length. "Fuck, you feel so good," Johnny grunts, starting slow, deep thrusts. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling almost out before sliding back in, making sure to brush against your g-spot with every pass.

"That's it, love," Johnny pants, sweat already beading on his brow from the exertion. "Take my cock like a good girl. Gonna fuck this tight little cunt so hard." He changes the angle slightly, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed, a silent scream on your lips. Johnny's grin turns feral, knowing he's found that secret spot inside you that drives you wild. He keeps his angle just right, hitting it with every deep thrust. Your cries grow higher, more desperate, fingernails scoring down his back.

"That's it, love," he pants, picking up the pace. "Gonna fuck this sweet little cunt until you're begging for mercy." He leans down to capture one pert nipple between his teeth, biting and suckling the sensitive bud. You keen, back arching off the bed. Johnny's hands roam your body greedily, palming your tits, sliding down to grip your hips hard enough to bruise.

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by their ragged moans and grunts. Johnny can feel his orgasm building, balls drawing up tight. But he grits his teeth, determined to make you finish first. Your pleasure always comes before his own. He reaches in to rub tight circles on your clit, thumb pressing down just right. You buck against him, a scream tearing from your throat as you shatter, walls clamping down on his pistoning cock like a vice.

"Fuck, that's it," Soap groans, hips stuttering as he chases his release. "Milk my cock, love. Wanna fill this tight little cunt with my seed." A few more erratic thrusts and he's there, spilling deep inside you with a guttural moan. He collapses on top of you, both of them gasping for air.

Johnny peppers your face with soft kisses, murmuring praise against your sweat-dampened skin. "You're amazing, love. Always so perfect, so responsive." He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest. One hand lazily traces patterns on your stomach while the other cards through your hair.

"Love you, Bonnie," Johnny says quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Love you more than anything."

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[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Ghost who’s always refused to have any kind of personalised gear or clothing, until he meets Soap, and quickly loses every single one of his hoodies to the Sergeant

Ghost finally caves and gets ‘LT Riley’ printed across the back of one. He gets to wear it once before he has to put it through the laundry, and somehow it manages to never end up back in his room along with his other stuff. Quite a mystery, until he sees Soap walking around in it, and chases him halfway across the field to physically pull the hoodie off him

Only for Soap to bat his eyelashes and say ‘if you wanted to get me naked LT, all you had to do was ask’

[luxcuriousao3]

I think I'm incapable of writing fics where Ghost and Soap aren't together, actually.

[thybreadmolds]

Wowie Zowie! Things for y’all. :0)

vvv ⚠️Spoilers for Season 2 of Arcane⚠️ vvv

I fell asleep last night drawing this ^

[darth-mortem]

Partners in crime

[silaslich]

Honestly? Never had a better time fucking my s.o. in the back of a car than after we got our asses beat during a paintball game. Bruises for weeks from that and he fucked his nose up, didn't even care than his blood got in my mouth.

Since you're looking for another sport for them.

Yeah this made me feel things

So what follows is entirely your fault :)

Cw - smut, blowjob/throatfuckin :)

Johnny can feel Simon’s blood dripping onto his skin. He can taste it in his mouth. It’s sour on his tongue, dirty and metallic, like a copper penny is pressed flat against his lips.

Simon doesn’t relent. There’s a fire staked in his bones, this pot has been close to boiling point for so long- the inevitable had finally happened.

Johnny gasps, his cock squeezed tight in the circle of Simon’s palm. He can’t focus, barely enough to breathe let alone watch as Simon squeezes and tugs and jerks the length of his cock. Pressing his thumb harshly against the head of it- making Johnny hiss. Simon slants his lips against Johnny’s throat, sharp smirk threatening his skin as he bares his teeth.

“Thought’a ’bout this f’so long, Johnny” Simon sounds drunk, but Johnny knows he isn’t.

This is the end result of the pot exploding. It had skipped straight past boiling over the lip, breaching the lid no matter how well the two of them thought they’d weighed it down. Pushing everything down till it boiled down to a thick-black syrup, sticking to the bottom, staining everything. A real fuckin’ mess.

Johnny whines, his smart tongue is held between his teeth and his mind can’t think of anything clever to retort, not right now. Not when Simon has him like this, like putty in his hands.

“Nothin’ to say? Hmm” Simon’s tone drops, something dark lacing his words, it’s harsh when he tugs Johnny’s cock a little bit too hard. He practically cries. Still, he doesn’t say a thing.

Simon’s eyes lower, eyelids drooped, analysing. Watching Johnny as he squirms in his grasp, he’s at his total and utter mercy.

“Y’had a lot to say earlier, didn’t ya?” Simon stills his hand altogether, a smile cracking his face as he watches Johnny’s hips attempt to follow Simon’s retreating hand. What a desperate slut, he thinks.

Johnny whines. “Didnae mean a word of it” his breath catches and Simon watches the way his chest swells with the effort.

Something dark rumbles in Simon’s chest. He doesn’t particularly enjoy watching Johnny suffer, but after today? Little fucker deserves it.

“That so?” He asks, rhetorically. “Didn’t seem that way when you shot me point blank, ya little fuckin’ cheat. Still got pink paint in m’hair” Simon flattens his palm to Johnny’s cock, adding pressure, watching as the Scot winces.

Johnny wails, lips gaped as he says something Simon can’t really understand, his accent thickens around the garble of words. Simon raises a brow, he’s indulging himself if anything, when in reality he’s as desperate for this as Johnny is.

“Please Si” it’s soft as it’s stunted out of his chest, something equally pathetic about it as much as it makes Simon’s cock stiffen in the constraints of his jeans.

Johnny takes his own knuckles into his mouth, biting down till Simon can see the way his skin divots beneath the pressure. No, he won’t have that. Simon’s quick to rip Johnny’s hand away, shoving his arm down by his side. Simon wastes no time when he presses his index and middle finger down against Johnny’s tongue, using the leverage of his thumb under his chin to keep him still.

“Can’t jus’ be nice when ya want sommet Johnny” his smirk crawls further up his face and he watches Johnny’s wet eyes widen, there’s more than just physicality behind this, there always has been. Thats what makes it so cruel. Johnny shakes his head, gagging around Simon’s fingers. Enough is enough.

Simon’s curling his tongue around Johnny’s cock quicker then the Scot can register that his own mouth is free. It’s silent, the way he gasps for air, hands flying for Simon’s head instantly. He knots his fingers in the dirty blonde locks of Simon’s hair, curling it around his fingers. Tight.

He can’t help it in the way his pelvis wants to jut upwards, fucking up into Simon’s mouth. Simon doesn’t fight it, doesn’t snap his head back to spit in Johnny’s face and tell him to pack it in. He instead, gags around the girth of Johnny’s cock, trying to widen his throat the best he can- sucking him deeper. So deep he can feel the hair at Johnny’s groin touch his nose, it’s no simple feat.

“Jesus fuuuck” Johnny bites the words out, hissed through his teeth. Simultaneously rutting his hips into the wet of Simon’s mouth as he tugs him closer by his hair- fucking his throat for real now.

Neither of them would have thought that this is how it would go. They probably thought it wouldn’t come to pass at all, neither of them willing to be the first to say something. Despite the lingering glances and the stationed hands when they touched one another- they would never have admitted it to each other.

Instead, it took a paintball to the back of the head. Point blank range. As dangerous and foolish as it was, Johnny can’t regret it- not for a fucking second.

[tanked-up]

If the 200 of yall want a sneak peak on my fic then there’s some on my community and I’ll be posting more soon !!

[al4thea]

I would like to think that Ghost & Gaz tried their best to get to Soap as quickly as possible

Inspired by this image

[accecakes]

More Ghostsoap Fallout Shenanigans!!

They are in the process of getting to know either other's characters, Ghost is having a hard time figuring Soap out.

[melh1art]

good morning

[s3rrrpentine]

old men amirite