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Ghost catching Soap masturbating, but instead of leaving he just stands there, silently watching
And instead of stopping when he sees Ghost watching him, Soap just…carries on
So why am i suddenly thinking about the 141 and Los Vaqueros playing poker one night, and Soap is out early because he *sucks* at poker, so he’s just there sitting pretty on Ghost’s lap, and it’s all going great until one of them suggests a night with Soap as a bet.
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
Thinking about soft, gentle kisses, just enjoying each other, in no rush to get off, just…content
Soap on Ghost’s lap, grinding slowly against him, lost in how each other tastes, how they smell, how they feel beneath their clothes (1)
Thinking about Ghost fucking Soap from behind in front of a hotel window, telling Soap to look down at all the people passing by who have no idea how well Soap is taking his cock
They’re only a handful of storeys above the ground, on the third floor, so if someone were -
“I’d like to think that, in every lifetime, I’d find you.”
“*Every* lifetime?”
“Every single one.”
“Well, then, in every single lifetime, I would wait for you to find me.”
“*Every* lifetime?”
“Every single one. I will always wait for you.”
[NSFW] 🔞
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
cw: exhibitionism, sex against a hotel window, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
@Arsonyard
made me do it
There isn’t much to do in a hotel besides fuck or drink.
(1)
🔞 Silly little thread thing because I can’t stop thinking about Ghost being fingered while Soap sucks his cock
nsfw, of course
Anal fingering, blowjobs, and a lil bit of humiliation for our Ghostie 🤭
Starts in next tweet!
#soapghost
#ghostsoap
#ghoap
Thinking extremely spicy thoughts about Soap sending Ghost to the supermarket for something *just* obscure enough for it to take him at minimum 45 minutes, and when he gets back he finds Soap naked on their bed, on his knees and with a vibrating plug in his ass
For some reason in the middle of moodswing city I’m thinking about Simon Riley having a hip injury that hurts when it rains and means that he can’t ride his horses anymore, and John MacTavish being hired to exercise them for him
someone looking up and seeing his blissed out face against the window has him leaking and moaning like the slut Ghost tells him he is
Thank you for listening to my ted talk lmfao
To look up they would definitely see some guy with a mohawk getting absolutely obliterated from behind by some guy in a mask.
Soap is getting fucked so hard the window rattles a little, and there’s a part of him that’s scared he might fall through, but the thought of -
Hey, fun fact: I don’t have “minors dni” in my bio just for the shits and giggles, it’s there because i write, like and retweet literal porn and at the end of the day i have to protect myself. Minors should not be interacting with accounts that post 18+ content, period.
Ghost growls at first, he doesn’t like people touching his things, but he’s out of money and *really* doesn’t want to lose. He looks up at Soap, who nods, squeezing his arm.
“Alright,” Ghost says, checking his cards once more. He’s confident. “I raise you a night with Soap.”
Ghost unironically enjoys Pumpkin Spice Lattes 🎃☕️
#ghostsoap
#soapghost
#ghoap
sfw ✨
Ghost is on leave with Soap for the first time when he feels it.
The air is crisper, cooler. The clouds are fluffier and closer together. It won’t be long before the leaves change.
- at Soap.
“What?” Says Soap, blinking in confusion.
“Oh, nothing. No homo, right?”
Soap nods slowly, pulling out of Ghost as he feels his dick begin to soften. “Right. No homo.”
~end
Announcing: Let’s Be Lucky People (You & Me)
A ghostsoap childhood best friends au with angst, feelings and Johnny having to grovel to people more than once 🤭 oh and they’ve not seen each other for about ten years
I should have the first chapter ready to go tomorrow 💕
Ghost has been looking for Soap for the best part of an hour, and he finds him in the last place he looks for him: his room.
The door is ajar, so he thinks nothing of slipping inside the room to see if the younger man’s hiding in here. Ghost is about to call out for Soap,
and once he’s come down from his high, he finally opens his eyes and meets Ghost’s gaze. Ghost still hasn’t moved. Ghost is still very much hard in his trousers.
But Soap knows that if he ever went near Ghost’s cock with his mouth or his fingers, he’d definitely lose his tongue.
It’s wet, and more slimy than they were expecting, and most of the lower half of Soap’s face is just spit, but he doesn’t care. Ghost’s hands are on his hips, sliding up beneath his shirt, dancing across the column of his spine, holding him close.
Breaking apart every (2)
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“And can I get a name for the order?”
“Yeah, it’s Johnny.”
“Johnny, got it. Your drink will be ready down the end of the bar in just a moment.”
“Great, thank you.”
“Caramel-cream frappé for Johnny?”
“That’s me.”
“Here you go, have a nice day.”
“Thanks! You too, Simon.”
but he stops suddenly, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight before him.
Soap is lying on his back on his bed, his legs spread, one hand stroking his cock and the other fisted into the sheets at his side.
armpits. The thought of getting undressed right now just seems like too much effort.
Because it’s slow. It’s gentle. There’s no rush. They have all the time in the world. (4)
Soapghost but Soap is like really hopeless with dating etc and he keeps getting stood up or ghosted (pardon the pun) but his best friend Ghost (ay) is just ridiculously in love with Soap but doesn’t have the balls to say anything 🤭
Fuck it. I've lost a ton of followers in the past 72 hours or so, a lot of mutuals have blocked me, so i'm gonna say this with my whole chest. I am:
- anti-censorship.
- anti-harassment.
- pro-fiction.
- pro-exploring dark themes and dark content within the realms of fiction.
Few moments just to breathe, to drink in the sight of each other, before diving back in. Soap moans softly, quietly, as Ghost’s pierced tongue rubs against his own, his hands on Ghost’s chest, his shoulders. Ghost’s shirt is pushed up over his chest, bunched up beneath his (3)
When Soap opens his eyes and sees Ghost watching him from the corner of his room, he has to bite back a scream. It takes him a moment to realise it’s just Ghost, and he shakes his head, muttering “Jesus H, Ghost.” under his breath. “Can’t a guy have five minutes to himself -
without you storming in?”
Ghost says nothing, only stands there, arms folded, watching Soap intently.
In normal circumstances, Soap’s dick would’ve softened by now, but no, it’s still as hard as it was a few minutes ago - in fact, it might somehow be harder.
without telling Simon how much he adores him.
“I love you,” Ghost replies, because even though they have more time than they could ever want, he doesn’t want a second to go by without Soap knowing that he feels the same. (FIN)
Soap wets his lower lip with his tongue, and, keeping eye contact with the statue in his room, he puts two fingers in his mouth, stroking himself lazily with the other hand.
Maybe he just imagines it, or maybe Ghost actually does stiffen a little when he begins sucking on his -
fingers, coating them nicely in spit. Soap then reaches down between his legs and slips a finger inside himself, moaning softly as he does so. He closes his eyes, his thumb pushing against the tip of his cock, which is quickly gathering precome. He can *feel* Ghost’s stare -
usually does. Soap opens his eyes to make sure the older man is still watching. He drags his eyes down Ghost’s body, imagining those thick biceps wrapped around his throat, and he looks lower, a thrill of pleasure running through him as he sees the definite bulge in his trousers.
Jesus Christ, "i don't like this problematic thing so i'm going to wish death and violence upon people who write and consume it" is not the flex y'all think it is
“Fuuuuck,” Soap drags out the vowel, removing his fingers from his hole so that he can dig his nails into his inner thigh. “Ghost, I - I don’t know how much longer I can hold it,”
Soap wants nothing more than for Ghost to help him cum, to wrap a large, rough hand around -
“Ghost, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” he chokes out, and as the sentence leaves his mouth his orgasm hits him, his eyes rolling back and his voice cracking as he moans. He sees stars, he feels so damn good.
He continues to stroke himself through it, cum dripping down his fingers, -
on him, and it only encourages him, a second finger joining the first. Soap moans louder this time, his hips bucking up to meet the downward stroke of his fist.
He doesn’t know if it’s because Ghost is here, his dark eyes on his every move, but this feels better than it -
his cock and whisper obscenities in his ear. He’s close and he’s desperate, Ghost’s presence making his orgasm approach quicker than intended, but he doesn’t care.
“Please…please…I need - I need to -“ Soap’s moans are getting louder, someone’s going to hear, but that’s the -
last thing on his mind right now. “Fuck, Ghost, I -“
He can’t focus on anything else except that stare and how it’s making him come undone right then and there. He squeezes and strokes, the warmth in his belly growing, and his thighs begin to shake.
He’s so close so close so -
“What, that? Naw, that’s not gay, that’s just kissing among friends. I’ll kiss you, if you’re feeling left out.”
Gaz had rolled his eyes. “Right, so you’re playing gay chicken then.”
“Huh? What are you on about, Garrick?”
“Gay chicken, Soap. When two ‘straight’-“
Nobody knows when it started, the closest they’ve come to figuring it out was when Gaz asked Soap if he was gay.
Soap had made a face. “No, what makes you think that?”
Gaz’s eyebrows had shot up. “Because I walked in on you and Ghost kissing the other day?”
Had even air-quoted. “Dudes see how far they can go with each other sexually before one of them inevitably shits themselves and backs off.”
Soap had taken a moment to consider, before shaking his head. “Nah, it’s not a gay thing, it’s just bros being bros. Dudes being guys.”
That’s what it had been then, two months ago, but kissing had turned into touching, and touching had turned into sucking, and now, with Ghost laid out on his bed, balaclava pushed up over his nose and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, Soap’s thinking that this might not be a game -
- something that had left Soap breathless, and he really should’ve guessed then that this was more than just ‘gay chicken’, but he’d just brushed it off as the exhilaration and satisfaction he always feels when he makes someone cum.
Ghost arches his back, biting down on his -
They haven’t discussed it explicitly (much like everything else up until this point) but Soap knows he’s going to fuck his Lt tonight. If it’s not the responsiveness to his fingers, it’s the way Ghost is looking at him.
Like he wants to be fucked.
His eyes beg for him, wide -
stay here forever, Ghost buried inside him.
“So good for me,” Ghost kisses him, slowly, tasting every inch of him. “My good boy.”
Soap flushes but he smiles. “Only for you, Si.”
Ghost hums, and then he looks down at the window. “Better get cleaning, huh?”
(End of Part 1)💕
- plush, red lower lip, already bitten to hell and back by Soap. “Fuck, Johnny,” he says, and the way he says Soap’s name makes his brain short-circuit a little.
Warm whiskey eyes look up at him through pale lashes, chin tilted to show the teeth marks covering his pale neck.
Every single time someone is like “minors stop following me” or “minors dni” I’m just like “wait am i a minor???”
IM TWENTY-FUCKING-SIX
Of course I’m not a sodding minor 🤦♀️
- anymore.
Ghost whines softly as Soap slips one spit-slicked finger inside of him. Soap’s only done this a handful of times, each one with Ghost and each one just as nervous as the last. Before he’d started the first time, he’d had the mindset of “I’ve fingered enough -
Similar marks adorn his nipples and stomach, covering his inner thighs - anywhere that Soap could get his mouth on, he’d bitten into, salivating all the while
He slides a second finger alongside the first and Ghost moans quietly as Soap scissors his fingers, stretching him open.
- pussy, this can’t be much different, right?”
He’d realised almost immediately that he was very wrong. The asshole doesn’t self-lubricate, to begin with, and is tighter and has different spots to push against.
Making Ghost cum from fingering that first time had been -
- been doing this - whatever “this” is - the more Simon’s face has smoothed out, the corners turning upwards, the lips parting in contented sighs against Soap’s mouth, and now?
Ghost’s amber eyes and battle-hardened face is softened, open, begging for Soap to be inside him -
- between friends, just guys being dudes. Soap has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying “no homo” before pushing in.
The tight heat of Ghost makes him groan, and Ghost’s head falls back against the pillow as he grips Soap’s upper arms tightly. The Lieutenant hooks -
- Lieutenant. It’s tight, so tight, too fucking tight, Ghost isn’t prepped *quite* enough and Soap can feel it, see it in the way Ghost’s nostrils flare, his breathing deepens. Eventually, though, Soap’s pelvis is flush with Ghost’s ass, and Soap has to close his eyes,
Also thinking about Soap with his front pressed against the wall, his legs spread as Ghost fingers him from behind and whispers the filthiest things in his ear🧎♂️
He hears Ghost moan softly in his ear as he, too, cums in his joggers.
They gasp for breath, an hour’s worth of kissing leaving their lungs empty.
“I love you,” Soap breathes, because even though they have all the time in the world, he doesn’t want a second to go by (11)
- back in, watching as Ghost’s mouth drops open on a moan, watching his lashes flutter, watching his teeth sink yet again into his lower lip, watching blood spill onto his skin. Soap thrusts again, and again, and again, holding himself above Ghost on taut arms, fucking into him -
It’s good that they’re wearing sleepwear, as trying to grind against Ghost in jeans would’ve driven Soap crazy by now. Not that he’s not already being driven crazy from how good Ghost’s mouth feels against his, somehow equal parts tender and hungry, swallowing down his moans (5)
- and desperate, an expression Soap has never seen on Simon’s face before. It’s always been hard lines and cold stares, eyes that don’t quite feel and the flat line of his mouth that doesn’t move beyond the occasional barked order and concentrated frown.
But the longer they’ve -
- his ankles around Soap’s hips, flexing his thighs in an effort to bring his Sergeant deeper into him, but Soap controls himself, resists the urge to drive his cock into Ghost, fearing that he’ll split him in half - and then he’ll have to explain to Price why they need a new -
“Or I’m never letting you do this again.”
Soap swallows hard. Just having his cock inside his Lt makes him want to spend the rest of his life here, and to take that away from him would be the cruelest punishment.
So he moves.
He pulls out, almost all the way, and thrusts -
- and take whatever he wants.
And Soap will take it all.
“Ready?” Soap asks, the first word said by either of them for a while, and Ghost nods, hands patiently either side of him, fisted into the sheets, sweat glistening on his pale skin. “Okay.”
Soap spits on his palm and -
While Soap would agree to the latter, the former is what he *really* wants. So with plenty of begging, whining, and kissing, Ghost finally backs Soap up against the window, kissing him hard as he strips off the younger man’s clothing.
(2)
- deeply.
From Ghost’s mouth spills a litany of “please”s and “Johnny”s and “harder”s, and Soap is all too happy to oblige, hiking Ghost’s ankles higher up his back and driving his cock harder, faster, deeper.
“Fuck, Soap, please, please touch me, I’m close, I’m so -“
Ghost’s sweet hole clenching around him enough to drive a man to madness.
“Soap.” Ghost grits out after a moment, and Soap opens his eyes to look at him. “Move.”
Soap arches an eyebrow, glancing once at Ghost’s cock, fat and leaking against his stomach. “Or what?”
Listen this may be a controversial take idk, but i am not into puppy play, cannot do hybrids, anything like that makes me uncomfy
And I don’t wanna piss on anyone’s parade because I don’t kinkshame, write or draw what you want, idc
If we could maybe tag our puppy posts? Please?
as if to take them for himself.
Soap’s orgasm creeps up on him, biding its time, waiting until he’s truly lost himself in *Ghost*. He continues to kiss Ghost, biting down on his lower lip, feeling the growl that rumbles in his chest in response. His hands reach up to tangle (6)
“Good show, eh, Lt?” He says, still slightly out of breath.
Ghost rolls his eyes and doesn’t respond for a moment. “You’re obscene,” he says quietly, and Soap chuckles.
“And yet you’re the one who stayed to watch me wank.”
- slicks up his cock, lining himself up with Ghost’s open and waiting hole. He wants to ask again, to make sure Ghost is truly okay with this, but that means acknowledging that this is happening, that they’re really about to fuck for the first time. But this is just a fuck -
- closer and closer to the edge.
With a breathless “Simon”, Soap cums, deep inside Ghost, his cock twitching as he fills his hole with what seems like an endless load.
Their eyes meet as they try and catch their breath, and a slow smile spreads on Ghost’s face as he looks up -
almost-imperceptible shift of Ghost’s hips against his own, and he matches him, thrust-for-thrust, until they’re both panting in each other’s mouths.
“Si, fuck, Si, I’m gonna -“
It crashes into him like a wave, making him pitch forward and bury his face in Ghost’s neck. (10)
Soap wraps a hand around Ghost’s cock and pumps in time with his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long for him to spill over Soap’s hand, ropes of cum shooting onto his chest. Soap strokes him through it as he chases his own orgasm, Ghost’s overstimulated whimpers bringing him -
🔞NSFW🔞
Soap grinding on Rudy’s face as he licks at him, his cock leaking into Rudy’s perfect hair, already ruined by Soap’s hands gripping it like a vice. Rudy’s large hands splayed over Soap’s backside, spreading him wide, holding him steady as he writhes.
in Ghost’s hair, pulling at the soft, blonde strands, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles against Ghost’s.
He groans into Ghost’s mouth, for once content with Ghost’s hands on his waist, Ghost’s clothed cock rubbing deliciously against his own.
On any other day, (7)
“Johnny,”
The sigh of his name, the gentle whimper that follows, the tightening of Ghost’s hands on his waist make Soap increase his pace, but only barely.
His thighs begin to tremble, pressure building in his abdomen, his balls, his *everything*.
He feels the (9)
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And they’re less than thirty feet in the air, so if anyone were to look up, they’d definitely see Soap, with his palms and cock pressed against the glass, moaning up a storm with three of Ghost’s fingers knuckle-deep inside him.
He looks down and watches precum drip lazily -
(4)
down at his dinner. “I’m sorry,” he says, but Ghost takes his hand once more, squeezing it gently.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry. I’m here.”
And it’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to him.
//end