#or maybe soap

[http-paprika]

The fact that I've yet to see a single COD fanfic inspired by the new Sabrina Carpenter song Juno is a crime. Absolutely criminal. I don't even care who it's about, but I need it. guess i might be writing this afternoon

[yooo-lets-go]

Ghostshipping

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[bluegiragi]

underground fighter au goes crazy (inspired by this threadfic over on twitter)

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[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI Mechanic!Ghoap x reader, manipulation - dividers @/cafekitsune

I carnally need mechanic Soap seeing you on the side of the road at the end of your rope over your shitbox car that finally decided to kick rocks.

He’s like an your own personal saint as he leans over the hood of your car, one boot tapping the ground behind the other in concentration, shaking his thick, strong thighs beneath the taut jeans he must’ve just barely managed to fit into as he fixes your car in a way that’ll have it giving out again in about a week’s time.

He gives you a card for Price’s shop, says he’ll fix it free of charge if anything else acts up. Tells you to ask Gaz- the lad manning the office for ‘Soap’.

It’s the slightly modified version of a trick he had learned from Ghost, a man who spent his early adulthood making ends meet- usually using the method as a way of scamming money out of ‘rich blokes who couldn’t even tell you wha’ the hell they were drivin’.’

He however, had a different reason to dig up the old scam- that being to get you into the old man’s auto shop so he could show off for you, parade you around, and ping pong you between himself and his man- maybe even talk him into giving the both of you a ride up to the local lookout in his baby, You’d look so cute stuffed between them in the backseat of Ghost’s truck, after all.

[mizushibart]

suits.

[mindie-arts]

Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*

This might be my new obsession-

[the-raindeer-king]

Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling y’all, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.

Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.

He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.

You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet… until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.

You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.

Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.

Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.

You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.

Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!

It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.

When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.

Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.

[majinbangus]

im weak, here's another thought about guard dog!Simon

Not only is he a guard dog, he's also a lap dog, but not in the way you would think.

He'll keep you perched on his lap, hugging you to him, back to chest, and wrap a protective—almost possessive—arm around you, even in the comfort of your own home. He never lets go unless you tell him to, but it's always with a grumble for disturbing how comfortable he is.

When he first pulled you into his lap, you looked at Soap in surprise, but your man didn't even bat an eye, simply turning the television on and finding the sports channel.

"Wha's the matter, pet?" Funny how Ghost called you that when he was collared with your tag (If found, please call:). "Thought you would like a dog who cuddled with you."

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Could you keep it down, sweetheart? I'm tryna watch."

A chuckle from behind you, and arms tightening around your waist. "Hear that, pet? We need to be quiet. No more barking."

From that day on, you never made much of a fuss again.

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i have so many thoughts about guard dog!simon

[gomzdrawfr]

Price: You watch your backs.

Price: Alright?

[giotanner]

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish in "don't be angry but I did a thing-"

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Ko-fi

[yooo-lets-go]

I love your art of how Ghost and Soap first got together, but since it's over a year old I wondered if you still think that's how they would get together or do you have a different idea nowadays?

Best I can offer is Soap’s POV of that historic moment:

Based on this work of art:

[shotmrmiller]

missed out on my chance to make a ghoap kinktober fic where reader cockwarms soap and ghost rubs your pussy til you're crying and overstimulated and might die if he doesn't stop but will also die if he does because you're hurtling at light speed toward another peak again and the only way soap can come is with the pulsing of your walls squeezing him viciously tight, exactly like how ghost's hand does around his cock when he's high strung and unable to think clearly while on an op.

[hai-nae]

uno reverse

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Uncommon kinks I think 141 would have (feat. König)

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Gaz: Quirofilia, the love of hands. Especially manicured hands. Pretty hands getting dirtied by gardening without gloves. Playing the piano with dainty fingers. Long nails squeezing the trigger of a Glock. A light touch running up and down his body. The sting of those pretty nails digging into his back. Soft palms wrapped around his thick shaft, massaging precum over his tip.

Ghost: This one is a little out there, but nebulophilia (sexual arousal when in fog/steam). He likes it really, really thick. Like to the point you can barely see your hand if you held it out in front of you. Likes to make you look for him in the mist. He was always so quiet, always likes to make you jump when he catches you. Then the heaviness of the air in his lungs when he inhales, ugh it just does something to him. The way your skin sticks to each other from the wetness of the air.

Price: Hear me out. Vacuuming. Watching a woman vacuum. Especially in heels. Just the thought of a domestic, hyper feminine woman makes him cream his pants. Especially if it's a part of brat taming. Speaking of brat taming and hyper femininity, he's into corsetry. It doesn't have to be limited to just your waist. He likes to lace up any soft part of you. Likes to tie the laces so tight, your skin seeps out the side and back. He likes to constrict your movement and make you breathe shallow.

Soap: Wrestling, duh. He'll show you some moves to take him down, grab you from behind and make you throw him over your shoulder, kick the back of your knees and make you kneel in front of him, put you in a chokehold with his arms. Loves getting sweaty. Loves the panting. Loves the way you mess up each other's clothes and hair. And then fuck each other's brains out on the mats.

König: Interrogation play. Always one to be in charge. (Of course there's always a safe word but you like to test yourself, see how far he will go and how much you can take.) Tie you up to an uncomfortable wooden chair. Throw cold water on you. Pull your hair. Face slapping. Light choking. Make you genuinely scared. Tie you up in an incredibly uncomfortable position where your arms are tied up behind you and attached to a pipe on the ceiling so you are forced to bend over and stand on your tiptoes. Makes you cry and cry from overstimulation. Always asks you for information you don't know anything about. Then proceeds to fuck the sense out of you, still asking for Intel.

[quarterlifekitty]

really fucking loosely inspired by this

Imagine dying with Soap. Complete strangers, a complete accident. You were on the crosswalk, the light was yours, but the car sped through anyways, distracted.

Dying in the same place and at the same time has a way of tethering spirits together. And in a short time, you find that you and Johnny get along famously. Shame you couldn't have met when you were alive. And thank god you died outside-- you'd hate to be housebound. So you follow Johnny when he wants to check on his mates. He's good company, and you get this feeling in the pit of your soul that you can't stray too far from each other anyways.

His best friend, Ghost, is not taking things so well. In fact, he's taking things very fucking badly. Terrible enough that Soap died-- it's made worse by the fact that his death was so random, so meaningless. He hadn't known it, but he'd made up his mind a long time ago that either he'd die in combat before Soap or they'd both live forever.

He fails to accept losing Soap to a random accident. Which, Johnny had predicted easily when you were on the train to Manchester. Man's gonnae be bloody inconsolable, I reckon. Probably lose all his sense, too. What he hadn't predicted is that you'd be a part of his breakdown.

Simon had always had a way of finding things out. And you're the latest subject of his obsession. He seemed to think that the accident had had something to do with you. It must've been that you were the target. There had to be a reason. There had to be more to this than some distracted driver. Before long, he knows everything that there is to know about you, but he's no closer to solving the mystery, because there is no mystery.

Something about death tends to make you take things less seriously. Soap is laughing his ass off about how Ghost is pretty much losing sleep looking at shit like your yearbook photos and work emails. Meanwhile, being unable to talk to anyone else in the entire world has made you and Soap a lot freakier. It probably takes less than a week for Soap to solve the eternal question of 'can ghosts fuck'. And he takes to testing what other limits his new form has. Simon won't react to anything you do at all, no matter how close Johnny gets when he's whispering in his ear. You get very slightly more success, for reasons not clear to either of you (you tell Johnny it's because you're not a fucking idiot, which prompts him to smack your ass).

You heard when you were alive that it was easier to psychologically suggest things to people by talking to them while they were asleep.

What this is all leading up to, really, is you laying on opposite sides of a bed with Ghost between you, whispering filth into his ear while running your spectral hands over him and watching him tremor and writhe while his cock twitches in his boxers.