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Soap stuck in a shitty relationship with his spiteful, stuck-up girlfriend. He's too sweet to break up with her and Ghost has had enough of watching him suffer on the sidelines. He convinces Soap to finally give in/sleep with him, with the intention of getting caught.
We need to talk about thigh straps!! ๐
"We've got about 15 til exfil gets here."
"They can't come soon enough," Soap ran his hands through his mohawk, threading through the sweat and grease that clung to his hair. "I'm gonna need a hell of a shower after we're done here."
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Soap showing Ghost's Tummy some love
// Body image Issues
Johnny wakes long before the first rays of light are even thinking about filtering through the morning sky, his body so acclimated to its old internal schedule. He's got no intentions of getting up
Thread of Simon being a flirty drunk with zero boundaries
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"Oi! Johnny! 'S a celebration, not a bloody funeral! Quit sulkin' over 'ere... fuck's sake."
Johnny jumped from where he sat in the corner, nearly tipping over his glass of Scotch in the process.
Random headcannon that Ghost often rests his head on top of Soap's.
Comes up and rests his chin against the grain of his scalp and wraps his arms around him, nuzzles the peak of his head, plants a soft, drawn out kiss to the top of his head, right on his mohawk, breathes in a +
You know what's funny is that half the time, Ghost isn't even the possessive one, it's Soap being possessive for him. Like with the name Johnny, Ghost didn't say he's the only one who could call him that, it's SOAP who chose that for him. Like Ghost is down bad in his own way but
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GHOAP'S KIDS GROWING UP THINKING THAT JOHNNY IS HIS ACTUAL NAME BECAUSE SIMON ONLY EVER CALLS HIM JOHNNY
THEY FIND OUT ONE DAY TGAT IT'S JUST "John" AND THEY'RE SHOCKED/DISGUSTED CAUSE THAT'S JOHNNY?? THEY'VE NEVER HEARD SIMON CALL HIM "John", ITS ALWAYS JOHNNY
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Prestigious Actor Ghost and Model Soap
Johnny is a popular, well beloved model with millions of followers on Instagram. He's known for being drop dead gorgeous but also a loveable, good guy, gaining a large following from his frequent lives talking with his
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"Uhh Lt, you've got a little..."
"I'm aware Johnny," Ghost spoke with a tint of annoyance in his voice.
The meerkat perched on Ghost turned towards Soap, eyeing him up and down as if judging him, daring him to encroach upon his newly claimed territory.
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~2 Times Simon brought up kids, and the 1 time Johnny did~
Pt1
"So I was thinkin' after this, we could go to that new bookstore on the corner. Gaz says they have a killer comics section we can check out."
...
"Thought it could be a fun thing to go see..."
Angst Idea:
Soap looses one of his journals on a mission and it lands into enemy hands. Soap's shaking with fear that he's just compromised countless amounts of vital information, most significantly his lieutenant's face, which he drew hundreds of times over the pages.
Thinking of
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coming back from a mission gone south, shell shocked and just needing the touch of another human to ebb away the horrors of the things they saw. It's emotional and uncoordinated as the two fall into bed, fumbling out of tac gear and clacking teeth together
You know what there's not enough of, Boy dad 141.
Soap doing all kinds of science experiments in the backyard with his son, creating messes and exploding stuff
Gaz playing all the kinds of video games or joining in any shenanigans
Price becoming the epitome of a stereotypical
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~2 Times Simon brought up kids, 1 Time Johnny did~
Pt2
*Plunk* *Plunk* *Plunk* *Plunk*
The two men were near silent as the game unfolded, the stakes were high as the puck ricocheted back and forth across the table.
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~2 Times Simon brought up kids, and the 1 time Johnny did~
Pt1
"So I was thinkin' after this, we could go to that new bookstore on the corner. Gaz says they have a killer comics section we can check out."
...
"Thought it could be a fun thing to go see..."
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It's times like these where Simon has to wonder how on Earth Johnny hasn't been diagnosed with ADHD or something at this point.
It's said with love it, it really is.
Quite honestly, it's admirable the fact that he's /STILL/ going with his story without
PriceGazNik but it's Gaz going out to the local leather bar for the first time. He's enjoying himself, entertaining the occasional drink tossed his way when he makes eye contact with the older couple that's been eyeing him up and down. A few more glances and winks are shared
Afterwards, Soap slaps Ghost's chest, shouting, "The fuck was all that?!"
Ghost shrugs, "Just saved you the headache of having to type out a break up text, you're welcome."
Soap laughs. "Ya know ya could've just said something, crazy bastard."
"Yeah but this is more fun."
Good afternoon, Ghost eventually finds that he always needs a weighted blanket, a body pillow, or /something/ to lay on top of himself when he's sleeping alone because his body has grown used to the feel of Johnny sprawled out on top of him send tweet
Just had the insane thought of Ghost and Soap flat out wrestling and fighting for dominance as they fuck. Completely throwing gentleness out the door, too pent up after months apart on missions. Soap pining Ghost to the floor, slipping in from behind and locking his legs in his
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I like to think those are two are very much like a couple of lovesick high schoolers, like they literally cannot keep their hands and lips off each other. They'll sneak around on base to have lengthy make out sessions at least thrice a day.
Sometimes it's over a
What was supposed to be something quick to take off the edge soon gets dragged out longer and longer by Ghost, riding him till he sees stars and/or thrusting into him till he's bone-tired, essentially using him as a toy through the night.
Soap loses track of time,
Cover Art by
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Finally! It's about time I start sharing with ya'll...
OUR FUTURE DAYS
A
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With so little knowledge to go on, he could really be riding into anything, a pack of runners, clickers, refugees seeking shelter, or a band
to pack up her clothes.
//Kinda misogynistic but mostly Ghost is just a possessive freak
The worst of it all is the things that Ghost says, teasing Soap about liking an audience and that he should quit lying to himself by wasting time with these whores when the only thing that
hair and shoves his face into the bedsheets, shutting up any further remorses.
His girlfriend is subjected to the view of Soap falling apart, all while Ghost glares at her and begins taunting her by saying that "He's taken", and even going as far as to order her to pack up her
things and leave, holding Soap back up by the mohawk and telling him to repeat the orders while still pounding at his prostate.
And Ghost makes a show out of the experience, throwing Soap against the headboard and straddling him, his soon to be ex-girlfriend working around them
and right on cue, his girlfriend walks in just as Ghost buries himself to the hilt once more. As expected, she's furious, yelling at the both of them and shouting out all kinds of names at them.
Soap tries to backtrack, apologies slipping out of his mouth until Ghost fists his
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It happened so fast, Johnny wasn't even sure if he had seen it right. But then a few seconds later, there it was again! A small dot jumped up right above Simon's lip before disappearing. He silently watched the man's face, looking for any acknowledgment
Fuck it, fic cover art reveal time
It's about time I reveal this stunning commission I got literal ages ago, done by the amazing
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It serves as the cover piece for an upcoming fic 'Our Future Days', the SoapGhost TheLastOfUsAu I've been working on.
Soap is so much worse. The relationship is oftentimes less Ghost putting a collar on Johnny and calling him "mine" and moreso Soap getting a collar with Simon's name on it and wearing it himself, with Ghost happy to go along with it
get this from some vapid bitch you found on the street?", or "See, you need something better than some prissy little cheating slut, don't you?"
The girl goes to protest and deny that one, but she gets cut off by the growl Soap let's out. He fully gives in and earnestly meets
he truly needs is Ghost.
And of course, Ghost doesn't hold back for the girlfriend's sake, following up every bit of Soap's moans with ribs that "She never made you feel this good, did she?", or "Did you really think you could
who waves dismissively in return, all his attention devoted to the man under him.
With finally her out of the picture for good, Ghost can't help the sly smirk forming behind the mask, the grin made even worse by the almost pained grunts coming from Soap as he finishes deep
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Okay one last thing, I haven't talked about Soap and his modeling enough so yeah
Magazine covers, editorials, clothing brand adverts, a bit or runway walking, his biggest work being a sponsorship as the face of a cologne fragrance, the sultry commercials of
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Prestigious Actor Ghost and Model Soap
Johnny is a popular, well beloved model with millions of followers on Instagram. He's known for being drop dead gorgeous but also a loveable, good guy, gaining a large following from his frequent lives talking with his
Ghost's enthusiasm, quickly finding a rhythm with their movements.
By the time she's leaving, Soap has Ghost on his back, legs hiked onto his shoulders and is lost to the sensation of Ghost's body clamping down on him. She tries to hurl one last string of insults towards Soap,
inside.
He collapses on top of Ghost, trapping his aching cock between them. Not that it's of much concern to Ghost now, he got what he came here for already...
Also in my head, Simon doesn't remember a single thing the next day and Johnny decides not to tell him because he's scared and the two keep dancing around each other like idiots lmaoo
Adding on to this
So the idea of Ghost's monologues, there's one in particular that they've recorded several times but he's just not happy with any of the outcomes. It's a lengthy, emotional speech 3/4 of the way through the movie, the couple decide to tone things down to avoid+
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Prestigious Actor Ghost and Model Soap
Johnny is a popular, well beloved model with millions of followers on Instagram. He's known for being drop dead gorgeous but also a loveable, good guy, gaining a large following from his frequent lives talking with his
He was still getting used to the shock of hearing that usually gravelly timbre morphed into an almost cheery tone. That, in combination with the bubbly laugh that freely filtered through the room, was a surprising (but not unwelcome) change.
What /was/ an unwelcome change to
at the moment, though, not with the massive furnace plastered to his side keeping him warm despite the brisk chill hanging in the air.
Oh no. He'd much rather stay here for a bit.
With the last few days of their leave chipping away, the looming threat of their swift departure
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~A kiss out of Pride~
Pride.
The emotion that he was feeling. It was pride.
How could he not be proud? John knew he had to be smiling like an idiot in love as he watched Kyle give his acceptance speech.
The man looked dazzling, radiant in his uniform.
drooling onto his shoulder.
Christ, he really is beautiful. 'A right fucking bonnie,' just like his sister had teased, indeed.
Johnny spends hours, days, Christ knows how long tracing circles on Simon's broad back and observing the man while he sleeps.
Sadly though,
Johnny, was the arm draped around Gaz's shoulder, with its owner leaning over to whisper something in his ear that had the sergeant's ears turning red and earning him a shove to the side.
It really was a sight you had to see to believe. If another soldier on base had wandered
Johnny watches the first speck of light dance along blond tufts of hair, waits patiently for the show of sunlight gradually pouring onto his face, the dulled rays shining on the bump of his brow bone, catching on the bend of his nose bridge and illuminating the plush lips
into the room, they'd have gawked at the brazen display of eye batting and teasing being thrown Gaz's way by this Mancunian chav at the table.
Only this wasn't just any ole Mancunian chav sweet-talking him, this was Ghost. This was /the/ Simon fuckin' Riley, drunk and inebriated
back to the barracks and the harsh reality of their jobs hanging over their shoulders, Johnny reckons that it wouldn't be /criminal/ to linger in that early morning spell, milk every second for all its worth just a bit longer.
Especially not if this is the view he's treated to.
By the time they do finally make it out to the kitchen, the scones and tea have gotten to be much colder than either of them would've liked. Not that either of them can find it in themselves to care much about it, though.
all things must come to an end, and at some point, Johnny carefully works to pry himself free from his clutches. There's a brief struggle that sees a comatose Simon grumbling and pulling at Johnny's arms to keep him in place. It's a comically short-lived fight though.
Simon swipes Johnny's pillow under himself and crashes before he can even escape into the kitchen.
As much as it pains him to leave the bed, Johnny knows that if he lets Simon keep him tucked in, he'll be pinned under him until late in the afternoon (his body seems to
make up for lost hours of sleep during his leaves, Johnny's noticed). Besides, he has plans for the both of them this morning.
Roughly thirty minutes later, and the quaint little cottage the two are staying in is filled with the smell of a full English breakfast, complete with
from deep sleep by the smell and promise of a hearty plate of food.
There are several soft thumps of uncoordinated feet that cease with the final *click* of the bathroom door. Johnny figures he can go about making them a cup of coffee and tea while he waits for Simon to wipe the
after an intense three weeks of an op and letting down his walls unlike anything any of the other task members had seen before.
Simon had been the life of the party throughout the night, cracking wise joke after wise joke, engaging everybody he could find in a conversation,
even singing, /SINGING/, when some old, power ballads started playing on the cab ride back.
The usual scowl under the mask was replaced with a wide, toothy grin that lit up the room and warm, round eyes that held the softest of gazes. Eyes so inviting, it'd be impossible not to
bacon, sausages, fried eggs, and the little addition of Scottish tattie scones thrown in as well.
He's just leaving out a bit of butter and jam when he hears the creak of the bed sound out from down the hall. It's amusing how easily the body in the bedroom can be roused
sand out of his eyes and come back to the living.
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Only, after his second cup of coffee and his third tattie scone (he held off as long as he could), Johnny starts to worry that Simon might've fallen victim to falling back asleep on the loo yet again.
The deadly combo of their height difference + the softness of Soap's hair means Ghost is powerless to the impulsive thought to rub his chin along his head, as long as he can until Soap pushes him away laughing from the slightly abrasive tingle of buzzed hair on a stubbled chin.
get lost just staring at them, watching the way honey brown shined with a mischievous delight...
Not that Johnny had been staring or anything.
Nope. Not at all.
Certainly hadn't kept his eye glued to Simon's form, refusing to miss any second of his lieutenant's shenanigans.
observing the way the cushy plumpness at his stomach squished and folded in his hands, a slight pinch of his eyebrows taking place.
Johnny makes his presence known with a low-whistle, teasing Simon with a, "Well go on, gies' a twirl, now."
Evidently, the man was in deeper
to the stiff wall of musculature hidden beneath the fat.
Seeing the whole display take place was really quite... curious.
To say that it was out of character for Simon to be so invested in his own body would be the understatement of the century. The man /never/ looks at himself
offering just a peek of sinewy, tatted skin.
Simon peered up at him, dark orbs boring down on him from behind disgustingly perfect, long eyelashes. "Don't act like ya wouldn't love it, slag."
Jesus, the Ghost was going to be the fuckin death of him one of these days.
shut down any self loathing he must be feeling. "You look good. Happy. Healthy, even. Still built like a fuckin' tank."
The corner of Simon's mouth does a slight twitch upwards. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're fattening me up for a roast."
grip by those arms, thick forearms and biceps trapping a neck while his knife did the dirty work.
Or, if he was fellin' real brutish, they were subjected to what was probably a rather pleasantly harsh chokehold. Trachea crushed under the man's grasp, muscles and veins visibly
watches him roll the meat of the limb in his hands, methodical observations being taken, almost as if he's inspecting one of their firearms for any deficiencies. Suppose he is, in a way, doing just that. God knows how many poor bastards met their end while being held in a vice
"Like Hansel and Gretel?" Johnny snorts.
"Yeah, those are the bastards."
Simon turns around, subtly brushing Johnny's hands off his abdomen in the process. "Bringin' me up here, spending the holidays with your folks, feedin' me all kinda shit I swear was named by
a fuckin' witch. This all an elaborate scheme to turn me into a- -a pot of soup or somethin'?"
His words hitch around the rough treatment being subjected to his stomach, Johnny's hands being unrelenting in their assault, especially now that they've been given such easy access.
head to the corner of the room. "I'm sure he'll take /great/ care of you for me. Yeah?"
Johnny squawked. "Ack, the fuck did I do to deserve babysitting duty?!"
"Hah, he's not that bad!" The snarky, little chuckle Gaz let out did nothing to assuage him, nor did the sympathetic
lap, get a grip ya big 'oof!"
It was like pushing against a freshly laid cement wall, trying to shove him back into carrying his own weight, dense layers of muscle that refused to work making him strain to push Simon upright.
"Mmhm, 's that an invitation, Johnny?" Simon hummed,
shoulder pat he gave Johnny on the way out. "Sorry, Tavish, I've already served my time watching him. Your turn! Good luck, man."
Gaz made his swift exit after that, leaving Johnny at the mercy of a very much sloshed and gone Simon.
The bastard was feeding him to the wolves...
straining to keep pressure on the airway, muscled form pressed tightly against the offending hostile, caging them out from the rest of the world...
While Johnny carries on with his questionably grim, perverse daydream, Simon moves on to the next asset of his inspection.
lungful of his shampoo.
And Soap hums underneath him, more than happy to be enveloped by Ghost once again. He does this all throughout the day, meetings, downtime on base, helicopter rides back from missions, midday naps, early mornings. At this point Soap's gotten used to
lieutenant slumped over a porcelain throne, trousers still around his ankles. What he does find is Simon standing in front of the tiny sink, his various creams and skin products abandoned to the side as he prods at the underside of his arm.
Johnny stays in the doorway and
practiced efficiency. Seems quite satisfactory to his standards, if he does say so himself. Johnny digs his fingers into the flesh in slow, languid circles, inching closer and closer until he's just brushing pert nipples. The faint grunts of breath coming from Simon morph into a
Wouldn't be the first time, Johnny still loved ribbing him about that stint in Berlin. Not that he was much better, the both of them passing out at just about anywhere after all those all-nighters.
What Johnny finds when he steps into the washroom isn't his
Absolutely hadn't pushed aside his own enjoyment of the night to intently watch his actions. And he /definitely/ hadn't been sulking further the more he witnessed Simon drawl out tipsy flirt after tipsy flirt.
Nope. He didn't give a damn that Simon would repeatedly run a hand
within his head...
"Riley, for the last time, that's it mate! I'm tapped out."
Gaz started to make his way out of the rec room, wriggling out of Ghosts arms who he cried out in protest.
"Bah, while the night's still so young?!" it was actually near 3 in the morning, "And who'e
back. In fact, heโs more inclined to wrap himself further around the lieutenant, pressing his lips flat against the trapezius before him and taking part in his own inspection of the man.
He starts with those sizeable pecs, cradling and fondling the muscles there with practiced
Soap snickered at the beady eyes that raked over his form. The animal then turned its attention back towards Ghost. It sniffed around the black balaclava, nudged the fabric with its nose, and even lightly nipped at his head a couple of times.
"Looks like the wee thing has taken
Okay but I need you all to picture like 15 of these little guys sitting on Ghost while he's prone with his sniper. With at least 5 or 6 piled onto his ass
between these two beefy leather clad Dilfs for the better half of the night, the one behind him purring Russian compliments in his ear as he instructs him on how his husband likes to be bent in half and manhandled
Johnny didn't even get a second to take a breather before he felt the couch dip from the dead weight adding itself next to him.
He turned to the right, only to nearly bump noses with bridge of the skull mask leaning over into his space.
"Oi! Simon, yer nearly slouching into my
Now this one seems to be the cause for the slight scowl gracing his face, and the reason for his prolonged absence. Simon takes an excessive amount of time feeling at his own midriff, presses even harder down on the flesh at his stomach until the softened outer layer gives way
particularly in the mood to face the man at the moment, hoping to drown out the memory under another bottle to round out the occasion.
Gaz, though, seemed to have other ideas.
"Oh? Did you already forget about Tavish, sitting over there all by his lonesome self?" He nodded his
thought than he realized, seeing as he actually startles at Johnny's intrusion, hands quickly falling onto the sink. Simon catches Johnny eyeing him in the mirror, letting out a short huff of air.
"Didn't ya have your fill last night?"
Johnny shrugs. "Well that was last night.
more than he has to in the mirror. Sure, there's a bit of preening that comes with his face and his skincare from time to time (Lord knows he needs it with all that eye black), but he's never been one to fuss over how the rest of his body appears.
And yet here he is now,
It's here, with a good handful of his tummy being groped by Johnny, that Simon finally mutters his first full sentence since he started.
"Mmhn. 'ave gone a bit soft on you. Must be all that leftover Haggis you've been feeding us."
"It looks good on you, Si," Johnny is quick to
harsh groan when Johnny begins tweaking said nipples, progressively getting more and more harsher with his treatment, enjoying every bit of muttered cursing he's managing to pull out.
Yup. Exemplary work, this weapon is. His favorite, dare he say.
Granting him a bit of mercy,
hell's supposed to keep me company?!"
Johnny tensed from where he sat on the edge of the sofa, tipping back his drink and staring off at the doorway in the hopes of being forgotten about. After watching his superior all but proposition a quarter of the base all night, he wasn't
along his company's arms, whispering shitty puns and trying to feel up their colleagues' frames if given the chance.
Johnny rubbed at his eyes with the pads of his fingers.
Christ, he was way too buzzed himself to be dealing with all these emotions that were being stirred
I can wake up hungry, can't I?" he steps up behind that broad, expansive back, standing on his toes to peer over at him over his shoulder. "Speaking of, I made us breakfast this mornin'. Eggs, bacon, those tattie scones my ma made that you liked so much."
wicked delight as he watched the reactions he was pulling out of the sergeant.
Johnny was left wondering where the fuck this side of Ghost had been hiding this whole time, wondering if he was like this every time he'd had one too many. The thought of Simon acting this bold with
"Those the little potato wedges?"
"Aye," Johnny smirks seeing the little glint in Simon's eye return at the savory dish mentioned. "Saved ye a few, when you're ready."
"Mhm. Be there in a minute, 'M just wakin' up."
Johnny hums, but makes no move to remove himself from Simon's
"Any size." But fuck does he really love this one. Loves watching the way freckled skin squishes and wobbles with every dig of his fingers into Simon.
"Feels like pure fuckin' heaven, waking up with your body hoverin' over me." Johnny litters the pudge near his waistline with
eyes squinting with the telltale sign of smirk playing out behind the mask.
Johnny laughed it off, ignoring the way his heart stuttered deep in his chest by being on the receiving end of Simon's teasing. "Yeah, you wish, aye?"
He punched Simon's shoulder in jest, his pliant
the sudden presence that will latch itself to him and sigh into his scalp, pleased to be back in his happy place.
Soap's hair has even started to curl and dip around the top, the follicles learning to shape themselves around the foreign object constantly pressed into the skin.