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the dove is dead and rotting in my backyard. antis dni. proship.
๐ข BRAT SOAP, COME GET YOUR BRAT SOAP ๐ข
I didn't sleep at all cause I was up writing this so if there's any mistakes - no there aren't.
this is for you, sin, hope you enjoy โค๏ธ
cw: none that I can think of, really. just some light smut for breakfast.
PART 1, 20 tweets
Johnny's car breaking down in the middle of a deserted road at night and what he gets for his trouble is a 6'5 foot creature in a skull mask getting off his bike to help him.
he's bent over his own hood with his pants around his ankles in record time ๐
something something omegaverse ghoap where alpha Ghost tore off his own scent glands so nothing could get in the way of his revenge on Roba
cue omega Soap being so desperate to get his attention, he resorts to putting his blood in Ghost's tea, hoping to get a reaction that way
got another omegaverse ghoap vision in the form of alpha Ghost missing his canines, one of the worst tortures he's ever had to endure
that won't stop him from claiming Soap of course, his knives doing the job of marking his omega just fine until he gets steel replacements
omegaverse ghoap but Soap is already mated...
and every time they fuck, Ghost has to wear a muzzle. growls like a feral beast while Soap mocks him, taunting him with his mate's bitemark, telling Ghost what a pity it is he'll never carry his pups as the knot catches on his rim...
Ghost shotgunning smoke into Soap's mouth and leaning back against the headboard, a cigarette loosely held between his fingers, dark eyes lidded as Soap rides him slowly, grinding his hips in lazy circles so he can feel every inch... yeah
Victorian era Ghoap where Ghost keeps his sickly wife confined to her room while keeping his new young and pretty valet on a tight leash, the boy trailing after his master like a loyal dog, the devotion in his baby blue eyes clear to anyone who bothers to look closer ๐
Some Valentine's ghoap for the soul. Or Ghost's idea of a romantic gesture.
Enjoy the toasty dead dove ๐ชฆ๐๏ธ
cw: slight dub-con? but not really, burnplay (cigarettes), scarring
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serial killer Ghost not letting me sleep.
had a hell of a streak in the 80s, remembers the blood and the screams fondly, but the one thing he recalls in stark detail is his last victim, a beautiful boy with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, hitchhiking to get away from his parents
๐ข BRAT SOAP, COME GET YOUR BRAT SOAP ๐ข
I didn't sleep at all cause I was up writing this so if there's any mistakes - no there aren't.
this is for you, sin, hope you enjoy โค๏ธ
cw: none that I can think of, really. just some light smut for breakfast.
PART 1, 20 tweets
back to my religious-inspired thoughts, this time featuring vampire priest Ghost and altar boy Soap.
this one was inspired mostly by Midnight Mass, NiN and a certain person I'd fall to my knees for any dayโค๏ธ
DEAD DOVE ๐ชฆ๐๏ธ
cw: underage, age gap, blasphemy
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It's 6:30 am and I still haven't gone to sleep, send help.
I've been inspired by this beautiful piece and the campaign, so here's a little something to balance out the pain. Writing this was cathartic for me, my boy deserved better
CW: mcd, hurt/comfort
#mw3spoilers
#soapghost
Pervy CEO Ghost and young pretty intern Soap, where are youuu ๐ญ
Johnny on the phone with his dad, giving him all the little updates about his life while Simon's eating him out, the man old enough to be his father and taking full advantage of it...
biker Soap riding officer Ghost in the back of his policecar is nice, but what if I made it age gap and they do it right after Ghost shot someone so his uniform's covered in blood ๐
โhe fell first,โ this. โshe fell first,โ that. what about โthey fell simultaneously, catastrophically in sync and yet it takes over a year for them to even admit it. they have been yearning in silent tandem, oblivious to how hard the other has fallen.โ what about that, hmm???
omega Soap's first heat hitting him while he's out on a hike, stumbling as his body starts to shake and the fever takes hold, deep into the woods and a long way from home...
cue recluse alpha Ghost sniffing him out like a bloodhound, the sweet smell drawing him out from his den
Iโm obsessed with tops w dicks who fuck their bottom using a strap. Leaving their cock hanging b/w their legs, throbbing & leaking down their thighs even though theyre not being stimulated. Feeling phantom pleasure as the bottom clenches down on the strapโฆ cumming untouchedโฆ hh
Oh hey, would you look at that, I'm back. ๐
This experience was... interesting. But it just showed me who the best people on this godforsaken part of twt are.
I will keep making the content I want to make. I will keep writing. Nothing will ever take that away from me.
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
ohhh the worms are braining again
Simon who's a shape-shifter but wears the mask because he's forgotten what his own face looks like and when he takes it off in his regular form there's nothing there, except for his dark brown eyes. +
Soap's smile is sharp, the glint in his eyes softening as his hands trace the planes of Simon's chest.
The older man just huffs, feigned exasperation poorly masking the fondness in his voice.
โBrat.โ
And when he presses the cold blade against the exposed skin of the manโs back, he leans in close to whisper in his ear one simple command.
โGo. Now.โ
Obsessed with Ghost and Soap being two sides of the same coin
#ghoap
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
The Ghost, striking fear in his enemies at the mere mention of his name, his bonewhite mask glimpsed in the dark making him seem like a nightmare personified.
OH!! What do we think about Ghost with his mouth sewn shut?
It's one of Roba's favorite ways to torture him. The first time he does it, Simon rips the stitches out as soon as he's alone, the pain and panic making his hands shake.
It doesn't stop him from biting back.
Another night at the bar. Another stranger.
Tall, blond, bulging muscles. Another pale imitation of what he actually wants. But it'll have to do.
Dark eyes follow his every move as the stranger brushes his hands over his sides, fingers squeezing at his waist.
Soap's been playing this game for a while now. But he's been getting restless, his efforts apparently in vain as his lieutenant opts to sit at the bar and watch as the young sergeant lets his latest conquest touch what isn't theirs, night after night.
And when Soap glances at the bar once more, the look in Ghost's eyes makes him shiver. The desire in them leaves him lightheaded, the mask covering his face not enough to conceal the way his jaw tenses, as if he keeps grinding his teeth in irritation.
The flash igniting the cigarette reflects in his eyes, narrowed dangerously at the display in front of him.
Ghost's patience has been wearing thin, every outing an exercise in control. It's easy to keep himself in check in the field, harder when they're back at base.
But the pressure is building and Soapโs going to relieve it, one way or another.
So he puts on a show.
Lets his mouth run wild, flirts shamelessly with whoever catches his eye. And every time, he makes sure Ghost is watching. Hopes tonight will be the night the man finally snaps.
Theyโve never talked about whatโs been brewing between them, always the unspoken โwe canโt, we shouldnโt, itโs dangerousโ echoing in the spaces between carefully placed touches and lingering looks.
alpha Ghost who can't growl because of torture he went through that damaged his vocal cords... instead he lets out a breathy rasp, scratchy and strained
and then comes omega Johnny whose purring sounds more like the soft chirps of a bird, the cooing comforting to the old alpha
โLet's go, sergeant. Don't want you missing drills in the morning.โ
And Soap follows, always follows, obedient and happy to have gotten another night of his Ltโs attention. But he can never get enough.
But still he stays rooted in place, slowly swirling a glass of bourbon in one hand, the other reaching for a smoke. He pulls the mask up over his nose, feels the heaviness of Soap's eyes on his scarred mouth, baby blues turning darker.
But here, it's nearly impossible. All Ghost wants is to give into temptation, reach out and take what's his.
And every night they spend here is making it harder for him to remember why he's still holding himself back.
This time he'll make sure of it. He lets the strangerโs hands trace his hips, grope his ass, feels a hot breath on his neck as the man whose name he's already forgotten sucks bruising marks on pale skin.
โFancy seeing you here, Lt. Thought you'd left me to fend for myself.โ
Ghost huffs a laugh, unimpressed. โI'd hardly call it fendinโ. Would've bent over for that tosser like a bitch in heat, wouldn't you, MacTavish.โ
โDunno, sir, maybe I just wanted to get your attention.โ
The older man narrows his eyes at that and spits the cigarette out, leans to whisper against Soap's ear.
โYou've certainly got it now, Johnny.โ
Soap glances towards Ghost, throws him a smirk as he follows. He's never taken it this far before, usually satisfied with riling his superior up until the older man barks out an order, low voice brooking no argument.
Ghost knows that's why he pushes him like this, prods until the hard shell gives way to softness, but he's a jagged blade wrapped in silk and maybe that's what pulls Soap in further every time.
The man's never been one to stay away from danger.
A slow drag from the cigarette helps calm the anger he feels simmering just beneath the surface, until he sees the man Soapโs sloppily making out with crook his fingers around his sergeantโs belt, tugging him in the direction of the back exit.
And when he finally sinks inside, he wonders why he waited this long. Loses himself easily to the sweet sounds spilling from Soap's lips, Johnny's lips, just for him.
All for him.
How he pulses around him, hot and pliant, how he moans his name. His real name.
Ghost's grip on the glass is hard enough for it to crack. He tosses the last of its contents back, setting it down with a thud as he stands, heavy steps leading him to follow Soap and his would-be lover.
I finally sat down to watch the whole campaign cause I can't wait till I play it on sunday and
THE GUARD DOG GHOST AGENDA IS REAL JUST LOOK AT HIM
#mw3spoilers
He stalks across the alleyway, brick buildings on either side ending in a dead end. He can barely make out the shape of bodies grinding against each other in the dark, Soap's voice unmistakable as he murmurs guidance, โright there, harder, don't stopโ.
The clash of their teeth is a violent, hungry thing. Ghost can still taste the other man on Soap's tongue, the unpleasant tang of beer making his lip curl up in a snarl.
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
Thinking about demon!Ghost and a distressed Soap
Inspiration from Sister by She Wants Revenge w/ a dash of Black Butler, wanted to try writing about it
CW: Some religious trauma. Nothing really explicit.
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Before he can protest, Ghost is pulling away only to sink to his knees, large hands pushing Soap's clothes further down before his lips wrap around the man's pulsing cockhead, sucking him deep in his mouth until the man's crying out, knees buckling.
He puts his knife away and presses his open palm against Soap's chest in one smooth movement, the other manโs breath leaving him with a gasp as Ghost crushes their lips together in a bruising kiss.
Ghost smiles, amused. It seems like the poor blokeโs doing a shit job satisfying Johnny. He detaches himself from the shadows, hand reaching for his knife as he moves closer.
Simon just shushes him, licking his tear-stained cheek with the flat of his tongue. One hand lifts to where Johnny's is bracing against the brick wall, lacing their fingers together.
โI've got you. Let go for me, Johnny. Show me how good you can be.โ
Ghost does his best to put both their clothes back in order before settling his hands on Soap's hips once more, turning him so they're facing each other.
โWhat's so funny?โ
โTook you long enough.โ
Simon presses his teeth down in warning, easing off for a moment to gather the dripping spit and precome with his hand before he latches back on, slicked fingers prodding at Johnny's fluttering hole.
Simon pushes himself even closer, letting his head fall to the crook of the smaller man's neck, a low moan falling from his mouth as he drives his hips faster. Johnny's meeting his thrusts now, voice a desperate chant of โSimon, please, need you, only you, I need-โ
Ghost presses the knife against the other man's heated flesh, sharp edge dragging across the skin of his abdomen as Soap shivers, still catching his breath. His smile is a vicious thing, neck bared in challenge.
Soap just leans his head back against the brick wall, lips swollen, eyes nearly black in the dim light, legs parted, hard and leaking through his underwear.
Simon obliges, getting back up and grabbing Johnny's hips to turn him around and slam his body against the wall, bulk pressing the smaller man against the heated bricks as he hurries to pull his jeans far down enough to take himself out.
"You alright there, mate? You look like you've seen a ghost."
The words pull Ghost from his trance and he smirks, answering "You look exactly like a hitchhiker I picked up in '82."
Maybe reliving his memories is just what he needs.
The stretch must burn, an almost pained gasp leaving Soap's lips before the rhythmic pace makes him settle, little whimpers filling the air and it's not long before he's tugging at Ghost's shoulders, impatient.
And that's all it takes, the smaller man coming with a cry, gripping him like a vice, milking Simon dry as he follows after only a few deep thrusts more.
Johnny leans back against him as they catch their breath, a chuckle rumbling through his chest that turns into a quiet laugh.
can't sleep so ghoap prisoner au
Ghost sneaking into Soap's bunk at night, eating him out, edging him until Johnny finally cracks his eyes open with a drawn-out moan, half-asleep and so close, and Simon just... stops. Tells him to beg for it, a mean little smile on his face.
trans Ghost training Soap's throat... the unruly mutt leaving teeth marks all over the strap... indents getting deeper as his gums bleed all over it, staining his mouth red... big hands holding him steady, thumbs hooking into his mouth as Ghost never stops fucking into it...
puppy Soap refusing to wear clothes, tearing them to shreds like a feral mutt, biting the hands that feed him and getting punished as a result, passed around from one handler to another because nobody knows what to do with him-
Ghost putting makeup on Soap, the smudged eyeshadow making his eyes even more striking, Simon tilting his head up to glide lipstick on plush lips...
Johnny will look so beautiful with the dark stains of tear tracks running down his cheeks and red smeared across his lips ๐
can't sleep (as always) and the mommy kink ghoap is back...
neighbors 19 year old Ghost and Soap who's twice his age and bored of his husband, finds it harder and harder to resist the boy that keeps taunting him, knowing looks thrown his way whenever Simon catches John staring
#roachghost
turned
#soapghost
because I hate most of the hcs for Roach and Iโm taking it out on him (a little bit) cause I can.
Ghost and Roach are in a dying relationship and then Soap comes along.
24 tweets, no warnings, no cheating
I love cockwarming, but cuntwarming??
Soap sat on Ghost while he does his paperwork, periodically clenching and unclenching around him, feeling him twitch inside, warning him not to move as Ghost's knuckles turn white from digging into the chair they're both sitting on...
Ghost isn't entirely sure why he stopped after him, but now in his fifties with a divorce and a grown daughter behind him, he finds himself thinking of that boy more often that he'd like.
Until one night on Halloween he passes by a young man on the street and stops in his tracks
Sure, those cutesy hcs about noticing the little things someone does like how their nose scrunches up when they're laughing, or the way they bite their lip when they're concentrating, or how they always have to have something for their fingers to fiddle with may be nice BUT-
Ghost turns to look at him and realizes he's the spitting image of that boy from so many years ago. The clothes are unnervingly similar, his build helping the illusion, and his eyes... the same bright blue eyes are now looking back at him, the man having noticed him staring.
@anxiouscryptidd
I see them going to some depraved "anonymous" gentleman's club so Soap can cockwarm while his master talks business ๐คญ
but ohh the angst the wife can bring. She's frail and Ghost barely pays her any mind, just keeping her comfortable so she won't be a problen, but Johnny....
If you feel the need to slander and belittle people just because they like things you don't IN FICTION, you should actually take a break from twitter and probably the internet in general.
Making serious allegations just because you're jealous is so fucking ugly it makes me sick.
He laughs, disbelieving eyes rising up to meet Ghostโs dark ones. His lips are tugged up into a smirk, the smugness only making him look more breathtaking.
โHappy Valentineโs, Johnny.โ
cw: mcd, suicide
we've talked about how Ghost wouldn't want to live without Soap, but what about the opposite?
What if it's Johnny who can't handle living in a world without Simon, without that dark omen of a man hovering behind him, keeping him safe?
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
actual ghost!Ghost haunting the military base Soap's been sent to
mild hurt/mostly comfort, just a bit of sadness with fluff, no warnings
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The Minotaur
Some Ghoap inspired by Saltburn, it's more of a rambly analysis/brainworms going wild than something with actual plot. Still, I hope you enjoy.
slightly dead dove, just to be safe ๐ชฆ๐๏ธ
cw: implied non-con/murder
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Sooo remember that idea I had about Ghost having a breakdown and using Soap's ashes as a mask?
It's here.
CW: mcd, angst
#mw3spoilers
#soapghost
Simon Riley is alone again.
And itโs no surprise, really. Not to him. Not after everything thatโs happened.
thinking noncon thoughts.
Ghost putting his knife between Soap's lips to keep him from calling for help, telling him he'll cut off his tongue if he dares to open his mouth.
No matter what those rough hands and sharp teeth do to him, Johnny's only allowed to cry noiselessly.
I love serial killer Ghost, but serial killer Soap though??
bodies splayed out delicately, sinners transformed in death to resemble the statues that'd watched over him in his childhood, when big blue eyes roamed endlessly over faces locked in bliss and suffering and serenity
my insomnia meets Paris Paloma's The Fruits meets toxic ghoap
I suggest you listen to it while you read ๐ค
sfw, 14 tweets
Ghost who's actually painfully young underneath the mask.
@anxiouscryptidd
And when Johnny stands there in nothing but her jewels, equally ashamed and aroused, Ghost just smiles fiendishly and guides him to come take his prize, his cock hard and weeping at the sight.
Cue Simon finally remembering as he gazes upon those familiar features after decades of being lost, eyes blurring with unshed tears as Johnny sees him for the first time, falling in love all over again. +