#GhostSoap x male reader

[batfleshh]

Early Morning

GhostSoap X M!Reader

Warnings: fluff because I can’t handle whatever the fuck that campaign was., cuddling and kissing, small make out sesh, poly gs+r, off duty boys, not many warnings tbh

Waking up on the weekends always felt refreshing, especially when you were surrounded by warmth. You push your face against a chest in front of you, not really bothering to check who’s it was. You could hear quiet whispers and mumbles, and a hand pushing its fingers through your hair. A small noise of content is exhaled through your nose, the body behind you that was supplying the equal side of the warmth shuffles around a bit, pushing up against you more than it was before.

As you finally listen in to what’s happening around you, you realize the chest your pressed against is Johnnys. A warmth blossoms in your chest, a smile curling up on your face. Your eyes are still closed, not wanting to be fully awake to the world yet. You reach a hand back slowly and feel around for Simon behind you, his hand quickly finding yours. He grabs ahold of it and squeezes, letting you know he knows you’re awake as he continues to talk to Soap. It seemed pretty early, the room not looking that light. It wasn’t unusual for them to be awake early, usually used to immediately getting up in the mornings and being off to work.

You hear Ghost say something involving you, and the next thing you know you feel Soap lifting your head up gently, his lips kissing your face as you open your eyes to him. “Well good mornin’ love. Hope we didn’t wake you.”, he says, the touch of his soft lips leave a fluttering feeling in your chest. You shake your head at his words, your hand still holding Simons rougher one. You feel the older male behind you move his face down to the nape of your neck, his lips pressing against it softly.

“Mornin’, dear.”, you hear Simon mumble against your skin, a hum of acknowledgment leaving your throat. Laying between the both of them made you feel safer, the feeling of it bringing you a comfort that you didn’t know you needed. You feel Ghost move himself back up to continue his talk with Johnny, his hand still holding on to yours. Your eyes travel up to stare at Johnny as he talks, his accent captivating you every time it slips out when he talks. Your look doesn’t go unnoticed as he glances down at you a few times, a smile appearing ever so slightly every time he did as you looked up in awe.

Soap leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest as you chase after his lips as he attempts to pull away. He looks over at Ghost and glances down at you, pushing his lips against yours again and deepening it, letting his tongue slip in. You feel Simon let go of your hand, moving it up your body to grab at your chin gently. Ghost moves down to bite at your neck softly, marking it while he holds your face in place for Soap.

When they both pull away, you’re all breathing heftily. They both loved showing you how much they loved you, every piece lining up perfectly when you three had moments like that. As excited as you were from the attention, drowsiness was still nagging at you. You mumble as you move back down to push your face into Johnnys chest. You sigh calmly as you feel Ghost push against your back, a deep breath leaving him as he rests against you. Soap follows in behind you both and rests his head against the pillow, moving his face closer to you and closing his eyes. You all loved your moments together, and it would only take death for you three to be apart.

~ ★

[prismuffin]

so for my bday ficcc i have two ideas

idea number one: male reader is based on my demon oc. basically personality wise they very sassy and flirty. kinda a bitch ass ho. idc who u pair it with imma be real. it could be ghost, soap or or price. or like batman. he summons them n junk

idea number 2:

polycule ghost, soap x male reader. male reader is a smart dumbass. like they’re an airhead all of the time minus work. they’re a colonel but honestly dumb as shit outside of work. obvious as hell.

if u want more ideas i can tell u love u mwahhhhh

A/n: Hey Webbie!! Happy birthday!! (Or late birthday depending on when I get this out) decided to go with option 2 kay? also i didnt know how to end this- fight me-

Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader

( summary: Ghost reflects on how he fell in love with two dumbasses )

Warnings?: swearing, mentions of alcohol, talks of guns and violence, reader being a dumbass

!-!more under the cut!-!

Ghost sighed as he watched you chase Gaz around base. He'd apparently tickled you which you saw as a threat, immediately taking off to get your revenge. Hearing a laugh beside him Ghost turned, seeing an amused Soap who was also watching your silly antics. "Go get 'em sweetheart!" He cheered you on and Ghost groaned. "Don't encourage 'em Johnny," "Why not? This is a funny sight," He smirked, sitting next to Ghost, his head instinctually falling onto the taller mans shoulder. Ghost rolled his eyes as he watched you trip, Gaz stopping to laugh at you. "Oh damn, think he's alright Lt?" Soap asked only to get silence as a response. "Lt?" Ghost had heard him, though he was too busy wondering why he was even with such an airhead anyway. He'd already been dating one headache why did he feel the need to worsen his pain with another.

When he'd first met you he was already with Soap, their relationship being monogamous at the time. Though that was more of a suggestion than set in stone. Maybe it was the fact that the first time he'd met you- you were choking some guy out with the power of your thighs alone that'd intrigued him. Either way you'd easily clicked with Soap after meeting him, and after exchanging war stories and silly jokes with the two men all day they both knew at the end of it that they liked you. Initially, it wasn't going to go anywhere but Soap was the one who suggested adding you to their little relationship. Ghost was hesitant at first, not because he didn't like you but because he wasn't sure if you liked him. You'd obviously liked Soap, romantically or not you both clicked immediately, but for some reason for Ghost it was so hard to read you on your feelings for him. Sure you were polite out of respect but could it ever go deeper than that? He knows sometimes his dark humor can fall flat and his stoic tone doesn't help either. Soap had reassured him that he had a charm that couldn't be beat, but of course he'd say that. You and him clicked so easily, you both told terrible jokes and fucked around when you shouldn't. You both had a mutual love for explosives and beer and karaoke and had this natural bond he could only wish for with you. After talking about it they sort of dropped it for a few weeks but it was clear that Soap had liked you and he could understand why. Especially after what he considers the true turning point for him. It was a pretty normal night on base, everyone asleep in their barracks, everyone except Ghost. He often had nights like these where sleep was the last thing on his mind, memories plaguing his brain as he fought desperately to think of anything else. He would wake up Johnny, tell him about the bad thoughts, but he really needed the sleep after the last mission they'd been on. So he thought to deal with it alone, going into the kitchen to hopefully find a stashed bottle whisky to drown his sorrows for the night. Only upon entering he found you, leaning against the counter, pouring yourself a freshly brewed pot of coffee. You both locked eyes, a mutual understanding flooding you both as you held out the warm pot, asking silently if he'd join you. He, of course, was hesitant but had nothing better to do. So he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and watched as you poured his coffee, black.

You'd both sat in silence for some time before you asked quietly why he was up. He told the truth, nightmares, but didn't go into much detail understandably. You hummed, replying with the same answer when he'd asked you a similar question. Your jokey manner was all but lost in this moment, at least for a second. You'd asked him to talk about his nightmares with you, saying that it'd be better than him just holding everything in all the time. He didn't expect it, but you were so easy to talk to. Just the smallest amount of convincing and he did what you asked. That night you both shared the stories of your nightmares with each other. You comforted him, gave him advice and told him things he definitely needed to hear. Him ranting only got the ball rolling as he found himself sitting on the common room couch with you simply talking about anything and everything, your company in the now silent base was warming. You'd even laughed at his horrid jokes, throwing back a few that he's now added to his growing roster of dark humor. He hadn't felt like this since...well...Johnny. As the sun rose and light cracked through the curtains he couldn't help but feel a little glad that he'd gotten to spend time with you. That night alone showed him he did have a natural connection with you. You understood him in ways he didn't even think you could. He found you also shared his insomnia episodes, his love for dogs and specific guns, his respect of stealth and going at it alone on missions. When he saw Soap later that day he nonchalantly added that he's now considering asking you to join their relationship, and he couldn't help but replicate the smile on Soaps face.

One which he held now.

"Lt?" Soap glanced up at Ghost, noticing the slight crinkle in his eye and the small indent underneath his cloth balaclava. To anyone else he'd look completely normal right now, but Soap knew that those miniscule signs meant that he was smiling. Smiling at you as you groaned on the floor. Closing his eyes, Ghosts shoulders bounced in a silent laugh before he moved to stand, Soap following him with his eyes before realizing where he was going, and moving to go to you too.

Rolling on your back, you huffed, the cold floor on your rear as you stared up at the blinding white flood lights that shone down on you. Only they were blocked by a shadow, then two, the smiling faces of your boyfriends stood over you. "Need a hand sweetheart?" Soaps Scottish accent filled your ears and you couldn't help the small smile that found it's way to your face. Reaching out with both hands you grabbed onto one of each of theirs, laughing as they hoisted you up with ease. You felt Ghost pat your back before his arm wrapped itself around you. Looking at him you noticed the small smile beneath his mask and reciprocated his action, now committing to a full side hug. You just held each other there before Soap joined in, now you held both of your boyfriends in your arms. You rocked back and forth between them, your chase with Gaz momentarily forgotten as you accepted this newer task of being held. Only momentarily though as Gaz came back into view you suddenly remembered what you were doing before this, your glare being set on his form. "Garrick!" You yelled and he ran again, you moved to chase him but the hands of ghost didn't seem to want to let you go. "No you don't, come on, we're leaving." "Awww but Simon come on-" you groaned, "I'm starving." He stated bluntly, practically dragging you away from the scene as Soap laughed at your pouting face, following the two of you to the kitchen. Ghost simply listened as you began ranting about some random show that you and Soap had been watching, allowing you to completely forget about the Gaz thing as you got distracted by your own thoughts again. He watched as you and Soap recounted a particular episode that seemingly got on your nerves as it ended on a cliff hanger, silently smiling once again as he relished in the company of his two idiot boyfriends.

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( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEB I HOPE YOU LIKE YOU BIRTHDAY FIC SEXY !!! )

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!!

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[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 7)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader apologizes to Ghost after the incident. The two men confess.

Word count: 1516

Warning: Slight description of violent thoughts.

And here he is. Without the skull mask. The face of the man that has appeared so many times in your dream. Blond hair, long and perfectly curling eyelashes that slightly shadow his brown eyes. A long scar that starts at the corner of his left eyebrow, pretty near to his piercing, and runs down to the corner of his mouth. He looks even prettier than you could ever imagine. But you would never wish that you’ll see his real face for the first time in such a scenario like this. You gulp, trying not to stare at the three red scratches on his right cheek.

“I– I’m sorry…” Finally, you muster enough courage to say the words. Your mind thought of what had brought you here, into this embarrassing situation. You and the first man you’ve ever had a real crush on, Fyodor, met again after years of no contact. You lost yourself and found a place to fall into your old habit of burning your arm with cigarettes. Ghost found out, people started to surround you, and you got mad and attacked him like a rabid dog before running away. Then, Soap showed up in front of your door, and stayed with you in your room for a while, helping you to mentally prepare for this difficult ‘speech’ of apology.

Ghost looks at you, his brown eyes narrow, probably to gauge how sincere you are with your apology. The three scratches on his cheek that no one but you caused during the motion glow so bright to your eyes that it makes you feel even more guilty and horrible than you already were. 

“Y/n, did you know you strip my mask off during that little act of yours? In front of everyone?” Ghost hisses, obviously very angry and disappointed.

You widen your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat as you try to say something. Anything. But you know nothing can fix what you caused. It’s because of you that everyone there has seen Ghost’s face, the thing that he has put effort into to hide from people. 

Soap says, “Look, I’m not trying to underestimate the severity of this situation, but I just wanna say that I did step up and help Ghost to hide his face in time before anyone can have a good look at its prettiness.”

Now Ghost’s burning eyes turn to Soap and the Scottish man chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry… You two continue, I won’t butt in.”

Again, the man of your dream turns his attention back to you, and you have to embarrassingly admit to yourself that he still looks so hot being angry like this. You turn your head slightly to the side with the hope that none of the two men will notice how blushingly red your cheeks and neck have gotten. 

“Look straight in my eyes, Y/n.” The man roars.

Tremblingly, you turn your head back to look him in the eyes as he demands.

“Why did you do that to yourself?” Ghost asks, as he grabs your left arm and lifts it up to emphasize his point. His fingers squeeze around your flesh so tightly that you unknowingly grimace.

“I– I don’t really know…” You stutter. The Brit is furious, his aura is powerful and intimidating, and you can do nothing but shrink in his raged presence. 

“You don’t know? YOU DON’T KNOW??” Simon grits each word through his teeth.

Tears brim in your eyes again, “I don’t know! Alright? It’s just… I just felt this burning anger inside my body, my stomach, and I wanted to… do something… to hurt someone! I wanted to punch someone really hard in the face multiple times! And then when they fell to their knees, I’d kick them really hard in the face. Then– then I’d peel their skin off! But I cannot hurt anyone but myself, so I did it! I burnt my arm and it made me feel better!”

Simon stares blankly at you, saying nothing but breathing heavily. Soap observes you two carefully, his eyes move between you and Simon.

You expect Simon to scream back at you, calling you ugly names, like a failure, a monster, a psychopath, a liability, or just a crazy, unloveable dog. But all his reaction is a surprisingly soft, trembling voice, “This is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us…”

Your big puppy eyes widen again at the man, as never in your dream would anyone respond this way to such bloody, concerning words.

“W-what?”

“I said, this is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us.” The man ‘kindly’ repeats the sentence for you, and Soap almost bursts out laughing. The Scot is notorious for laughing in unfitting circumstances.

“Well, actually he opened up to me just a few minutes ago.” Soap jokes.

“Shut up, Soap.” Simon rolls his eyes annoyedly. 

“Sorry, sorry…” Soap giggles and then does the ‘zipping’ motion across the line of his mouth to indicate that he won’t butt in again and he’s serious this time.

“Y/n, why is it so hard for you to open up? To trust us?” Simon proceeds, his brown eyes glittering in the dim sunlight that manages to pass through many layers of blinds into his own dark room as if he’s crying. But he is not, because there is no tear. 

Seeing that you’re not replying, he pries further, “Why??”

It’s quite ridiculous to think that it turns out Simon is the one who has this kind of talk with you. About ‘Why don't you just open up?’. Admittedly, no one will expect this seemingly emotionless man under that legendary skull mask and with the thickest shell ever to be forcing this conversation onto you. You thought he must’ve known why. You thought you two are somewhat similar, and he’ll understand why you do the things you do. Two wounded children who have to spend a lifetime trying to find ways to ease the pain engraved so deeply in their souls. He should’ve known…and helped you to avoid opening up about it. Instead, unfortunately, he’s here, making you pour your heart out.

“Alright! I’ll tell you why!” You shout, and the mountain of a man flinches, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh, “I’m just– not really good at maintaining relationships, OK?” Your brain starts playing tricks on you again, as Fyodor’s face pops so vividly inside your mind, along with the memories between you and him, and between you and some other people whom you wish things could’ve been different… 

“I don’t understand how relationships work. I don’t understand how other people do it so easily. I don’t know, they just… they send each other stupid messages, stupid little jokes and memes, and then they hang out with each other,... I try to do the exact same things as them, but still I can’t. Everything that has me in it is just meant to end sooner or later. No matter how much effort I put into a relationship, it still ends in one way or another. It’s just– I’m just– different.” You stop to catch your breath. It feels like your heart can jump out of your ribs at any moment now and it’s hard to breathe. Then, you realize your vision is blurry, and that you’ve been crying this whole time.

Simon is silent for a while, before speaking again, “So… you don’t believe any relationship will work for you, so you just don’t open up to avoid…”

“Attachment.” You say. Breathlessly. “I will never be who I want to be.”

“What do you mean?” Simon is right in front of you. You two are so close now that you can feel the heat of his body radiating around you, as if it’s wrapping you up in the warm cloth of a blanket. He lifts his hand and wipes your tears rolling down on your rosy cheek with his rough thumb.

“I want to be…a happy, humorous, and likable person. Someone who can crack funny jokes. Someone with a positive and attractive aura. Someone who can make people immediately like them and want to be around them. Someone who has a lot of friends, knows a lot of people,... Someone is able to give love in return…”

“I’m pretty sure you’re already such a person.” Simon speaks gently, his voice is soft and warm.

“No. It’s just a facade. A mask. The truth is I’m a despicable person filled with ugly thoughts and jealousy.” You shake your head.

“What’s so fun wishing to be someone else?” Soap suddenly speaks up after being silent and observing you two for so long. He moves closer to you too, and now you realize you’re being cornered by both of the men. As you instinctively take a few steps back to maintain a ‘safe’ distance, the Scot smirks dangerously, amused at how scared you appear to be and how your adorable puppy eyes nervously dart between him and Simon.

“We love you for who you really are.”

*

To be continued... (Our men finally confess...)

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[story-blues]

In my opinion, Simon would be SO soft for his partner.

He’s lived through abuse, torture, war, and everything in between. He thought Simon Riley died, along with anything soft and good that hadn’t been beaten out, when he became Ghost. He made himself into an unfeeling, soulless weapon. He thought that was all that was left.

But he was wrong. Oh, how wrong he was.

His partner showed him that. Gave Simon a reason to climb out of his grave and force Ghost aside.

He knew he didn’t deserve them, not even close, but he would try.

[broken-glass-puppet]

Hello! Can I request a ghost x ftm reader (if you don’t do trans male reader then just male reader is fine!) :D

ftm readers are good too, since im a trans dude

Ghost x FtM reader

my man doesn't care about your gender, he would love you even if you where a worm

if someone missgenders you or dares to use your dead name he will fight them, silently watching them with a intimidating look, if looks would kill his surely could

if you use a binder he will remind you of taking it off and relax your muscles

if you are in HRT he will help if you don't like it doing it alone

kisses every inch of your body when you have dysphoria or just felling insecure

will call you 'his handsome man' just to see your happy face and your smile

''nah im not gay, but my boyfriend is''

he loves your top surgery scars, he likes to trace them, kiss them, look at them, he just thinks they are so beautiful

if you want to do a step forward to sexual touches he will take it slow just to see you happy

''good boy'' ''handsome boy'' ''my sweet boy'' is what he likes to call you when you two are alone, in public is more of ''baby'' ''honey'' but nothing too romantic

in your period? he has heating pads, your favorite snacks + ice cream, your back hurts? he has pillows, your belly hurts? he will rub it gently, you are dizzy? chamomile would help a bit, he will put on your favorite show/movie or anything while he plays with your hair

[9-istol]

— MERRY CHRISTMAS !!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! I just wanted to wish everyone one last amazing holiday whether you celebrate Christmas or not.

As well as list the Christmas specials I made this year! For anyone who doesn’t know, they’re all MLM and fluff! Please enjoy! ✩

See work links below . . .

⤷ Christmas Cheer ⋆ John Price x M!Reader !! ❞

The Task Force 141 goes on leave for the holidays, and they decide to celebrate it with each other on Christmas Eve. Heading to a lovely pub in England. And as Price awaits for his boys, a bartender with an elf hat catches his eye.

⤷ Trembling Across the Ice ⋆ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x M!Reader !! ❞

Kyle and his loving boyfriend go ice skating together. Per his boyfriend’s request even if Kyle does have end up having trouble with standing on the ice. But don’t worry, his boyfriend his here to teach Kyle how to stay standing!

⤷ It’s Just Us ⋆ Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” Mactavish !! ❞

Task Force 141 is left out at a safe house on Christmas Eve. It’s sad that they couldn’t make their flights home, but instead, the four men spend Christmas together.

Hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Call of Duty - Ghost x Listener SFW You Have a Nightmare, Ghost Comforts You

[M4A] [Sleep aid] [Nightmare comfort] [Established relationship] [Romantic] [Kisses]

Sweet dreams 😴

.

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Welcome to my blog ig?

You can call me Cyrus, Coyote, or cowboy, it doesn’t matter to me. Please keep in mind that I am an ADULT but I do not search for anything weird on this app, any weird or sexual behavior towards me will get you blocked immediately.

Characters I will write for (or try to at least!)

Logan Walker

Keegan Russ

Simon Ghost Riley

David Hesh Walker

Captain John Price

John Soap Mactavish

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

König

Joel Miller

Thomas Merrick

Gabriel Rorke

Ajax

Tommy Miller

Dallas Winston

Ponyboy Curtis

Johnny Cade

Steve Randle

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Two-Bit Matthews

I will probably refrain from writing for anything that is not Call of Duty, The outsiders, or TLOU based!

I will NOT write female reader, Afab, or any female aligned stories.

I WILL write Trans!Masc, Male Reader, amab, and masculine readers. Gender-fluid included.

I don’t really care if any females want to interact, just don’t make a big deal about reading my (mostly gonna be smut) stories. It will be weird if I have a woman commenting on my male aligned posts.

Other than that..uh—Hi! My name is Cyrus, people call me Coyote. (Rather not reveal my actual age but I’m over 18!)

I’m a guy that goes by he/him pronouns

Please do not interact on my smut posts if you are under 18. In my non smut stories they are all 16+. You may follow me though, I don’t have a problem with that as long as you don’t do anything weird🫶

18+ plus people, LGBTQ community, trans people, are all welcomed with open arms, welcome to the cowboy family:) feel free to make requests and suggestions for any stories for posts in the future. I will try my best to stay active and respond to all the ones I do get.

Also, if you’re a regular anon—you may submit your legacy here by referring to yourself as emoji’s or phrases. Example: -❤️ anon- at the end of your ask/request!!

And remember, if you want me to try and write a fic based on a character I don’t already have in my list above, please share! I will try my damn best!!

That’s about it. Any suggestions on stories I will take!

[batfleshh]

GhostSoap X m!reader hc's bc I said so?? 💀🧼

warnings: not proofread, nsfw, degradation, established poly!relationship, gay ppl being gay, dick in butt, bottom reader & character + top character (not sure how to do these sorry)

sfw

They both love how excited you get when you see them both; Soap always getting you riled up when he greets you and Ghost giving a casual, more calm greeting (mainly just a pat on the head and few exchange of words)

To put it simply, your relationship isn't that complicated (even if it is just you and soap bugging the hell out of Ghost 80% of the time)

They both love you very much!! You all have a sense of balance within each other, and that's what's best about the relationship <3

Never a bad moment! And if there is, one makes the other apologize to the other, even after the most brutal of fights (if it leads to that) You'll always have each other's backs, one way or another

nsfw

I like to believe Soap and Ghost are both switches, and you all like to switch roles from time to time

It doesn't matter who's in charge, you all get the right amount of pleasure and are satisfied by the end, even if it's a punishment

But here's a few scenarios that could possibly happen

Simon could want to punish you, or they both could want to share you! It always depended on what was agreed beforehand, and what was within all boundaries. But sometimes, the situations laid themselves out in front of you throughout the day.

Like when Simon decides on punishing you.

"P- Please!", you beg, the harsh thrust of Ghosts hips knocking the wind out of you with every movement. You had been sassing him and Soap all day, along with a few moments of teasing. You just couldn't help it! You had been so needy for them for days; but they were just "too busy" to fulfill your needs. You completely understood, having been a busy man yourself, but this time, it was just too much waiting!

Simon grunted as he continued to pound into you, his gruff groans and small pants were faint in your ears as your mind raced, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure and pain of his movements. He had your wrists pinned with one of his hands as you laid on your stomach, hips up in the air as he held you by your waist with the other in that position. You had already spilled previous climaxes onto the bed sheets, your overstimulated body trembling.

"Such a fuckin' slut, aren't you baby?”, he teased, the pace of his hips practically bruising your skin.

"Like when I treat ya like this? Hm?", he continued to question. You could only whine and nod your head against the bed, your words lost somewhere in your throat. Who knows how long this would continue, but Ghost would make sure to get his point across by the end of it.

Or when you and Johnny decide to take care of Simon

"You're alright, LT, just relax”, Soap coos playfully at Ghost, who was laying down on your shared bed, scarred face holding a blank expression with a hint of blush sprinkled on it. You were sat beside him, sitting at his side patiently while you waited for Johnny to continue his own actions. A few minutes later, Soap had entered Ghost with his cock, softly rocking his hips against the slightly bigger man, breathy moans leaving the both of them.

You slowly reached your hand down to Ghosts cock, taking it in your hand gently as you felt his body shiver. You slowly reached up to kiss him, soft lips pressing against his. You slowly began to stroke him, eyes looming over to Soap, watching his actions. Johnny picked up the speed of his thrusts, earning more moans from the gruff man. Simon loved both you and Johnny’s attention on him, and he sure loved receiving it like this.

~ ★

That’s all for tonight!!

[ltghxst]

one question- how to speak in a british accent? i should be embarrassed cus i litterally grew up in a family which has a heavy british accent except for me.. my accent is like- AMERICAN

*Ghost looks at you in utter disbelief, just staring and pondering your stupidity. He frog blinks after zoning out for a minute in disbelief at your question.*

How to speak in a british accent-?? Mate ive got no clue I was born here. I just have it.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Would you do another Clark Kent X top!male reader with a scent/ musk kink?

Something like both the reader and Clark are kryptonians and scent is really important and strong for them. They’re having their like first time from being away from each other in a while and Clark goes feral for the readers smell.

Thanks for your consideration :)

Clark Kent x kryptonian male reader

Drabble

This took like three times as long as normal to write. This is also loosely inspired by this toecurlingly delicious ghostsoap fic I read the other day. Also, kryptonian headcanons be upon ye.

Theres no actual in hole action in this and its shorter than normal cuz Im trying out kryptonian words, so I’ll add a translation under the cut.

Zughozh = war suit, armor

Zrhymin = spouse, masculine

Zhao = romantic love, lust

Ugahn = mission, task, job

Usemehd = longing, craving

Vahn = passive form, to smell or sniff

Kolir = to touch or feel

Jurim = Skin

Wailagehd = satiation, fullness, wholeness

Shom = fire

Ehvahn = Active form, to smell or sniff

Eul = God

Eurredhuhs = shrine, church, temple

Zrhueiao = beautiful, appealing

The mechanical door barely shut behind the two of you before you were all over one another, hands grabbing at fabric and tearing, teeth biting, tongues licking, growls and purrs leaving the strange piece of biology your species possess in their throat and chest. A loud trilled noise leaves Clare as you tear the fabric of his Zughozh and dig your thumbs into the spot under his pecs, where humans have their solar plexus.

Clarks knees buckle like wet tissue paper as you massage at his sunspot, an organ settled in the same area as the solar plexus on humans, an area that stores the extra radiation you gather from the sun that isn’t used to sustain or give you power. Normally it means nothing, but between Zrhymin who share a deep zhao, the meaning it deeper, as the organ grows sensitive in response to one’s other half and their presence.

A long time has passed since you two have been together, separated by Ugahn, as your duties as heroes fill your lives so deeply. But it doesn’t stop the two of you from feeling the deep Usemehd for the others Vahn and Kolir, to rub and lick the heavy scents and musk off one another’s Jurim and make it part of oneself. You were less effected, as you had stayed on earth as Clark was away on his mission, giving you the ability to return to the fortress of solitude or your shared home to take in Clark’s scent and musk.

But Clark had had no one but himself for all this time, leaving him feeling empty and lacking Wailagehd, his inner most needs and cravings left longing and aching. Even as he would lay awake at night pleasuring himself to the thought of you, of your scent, of your strong musk, and the pheromones you carried that set him on shom. Even as he keened into the night, making himself finish over and over, always left lacking and empty without you there to purr at him, to touch him and rub your essence all over his Jurim.

Maybe it was because of your higher caste, born of a higher evolved stage of kryptonians, that left your scent so addicting to Clark. Left him feeling like an addict huffing your laundry and used towels as he jerked himself off, feeling like some kind of pervert. But the way you reacted similarly to his own scent, and how you were quick to spread his legs, or bend him over whatever surface present, told him you craved him just as deeply.

But the separation had left Clark so deeply Usemehd, that you found him collapsing to his knees, his strong grip tearing your Zughozh with a level of desperation and neediness you had so rarely seen from your Zrhomin. His face was quickly buried in the crevice between your thigh and your torso, Clark making sure to inhale and Ehvahn your very essence, his hands massaging and rubbing at you as if worshipping you like some type of Eul in a Eurredhuhs.

As your fingers run through Clarks curls, trying to pull him back so as to kiss him, your Zrhomin growls, his eyes cracking open just a smidge to glare at you with glowing red eyes. His lip pulls back just enough to show off his sharper canines, his action only causing soft laughter to leave you as you pull him closer to your body, letting him indulge himself as deeply as he wants.

His worship makes you throb, hard and leaking, something that only strengthens your musk and smells, which only seem to work Clark even harder. The steady drip drip drip you can hear between Clark’s thighs tell you he is just as soaked, his cum soaking through his boxers and onto the floor in a puddle, just from touching you alone.

He is Zrhueiao between your thighs, nose burying deeper into your crevices and musk filled areas, his wet tongue and mouth leaving you slick and heady, the guttural purrs passing your lips matching his own. Before the night is over, you will have covered Clark in all you are, as will he to you, and though only other kryptonians would be able to smell, it will settle something deep and primal in the both of you.

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 6)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Soap goes to see Male Reader after the incident between him and Ghost.

Word count: 2033

Warning: none.

You know you’ve fucked up. Losing control over your own actions and unleashing your emotions on your L.T. in front of everyone. Now you’ll be seen as a liability. If they’re kind enough, they may cross your name out of the upcoming mission and will take care of you later after the mission is over, and if not, they can get rid of you, making you transfer elsewhere and then you will have to start from scratch again, trying to build relationships with new faces while coping with the strange circumstances. Not that you are anything near as close with the other men of the 141 as they are to each other, but at least they’ve been around you enough to understand you to a certain extent and will let you have a leeway occasionally with the meetings or the paper works when they notice you’re not really OK for those seemingly effortless errands. With new people? You probably will have to shut your mouth and forget about your own emotional needs pretty usually so as not to be the center of disdain and labeled as an incompetent outcast.

As these thoughts run through your mind like midnight trains that seemingly carry with them the hope and dream of a lone onlooker into the pitch darkness, you sit in your room, door is locked, all windows are closed shut, with hands covering your face. You dread the thought of having to adapt to a new environment with new people so much that you think if the worst-case scenario ever happens, you will just end it all to save yourselves from further suffering and your stupid, unrealistic expectations. 

What kind of expectations specifically? Well, you’ve never created a positive impression on any other teams before the 141 since you’re always that timid, reversed, and obviously mentally struggling pathetic wet blanket that stayed in the corner every meeting. No one wanted to talk to you or spend their precious leisure time with you because no one wanted to waste their time on a depressed little shit, or get heavily attached to by a crybaby that demanded their attention 24/7 or else he’d think he was worth nothing to them. Therefore, whenever you received the news that you’d be transferred to a new team, you always expected a new chance to be a different person. You would always try to muster all your courage and all the…qualities closest to extroversion inside you (if it ever exists) with the hope that this new team could be different. You would present them with a more optimistic, outgoing, and attractive picture of yourself, and they would remember to include you in everything, like some silly card games, some sparring bets, or simply just listing your name along with theirs when they plan to do something. You thought the feeling of loneliness and isolation that you used to feel among your old teammates would end. You thought you would stop feeling so invisible. 

Technically, you do achieve these things while being with the 141, although you’re still the depressed, pathetic boy that refuses to open up for fear of your expectations not being lived up to; it’s your coping mechanism: you’d rather have nothing after all than risk being hurt. The 141 consists of kind and considerate men; they all have their secret, traumatic background stories so they understand that sometimes you need your time alone to process your own emotions without even having to know the exact reasons why; they always include you in everything they do, and it warms your heart every time they call out your name and insist on you going with them to different places. Still, one problem persists though, which is the inevitable fact that you have grown so attached to them that you feel impossible to ever have to leave. Even the thought of it makes your heart sink and your stomach lurch. It makes you feel physically sick. What’s worse is you probably mean nowhere near as significant to them as they are to you, which is a truth you cannot escape but still try so hard to ignore.

It was about some hours after the incident when someone knocked on your door. You try to stay as quiet as possible, even going as far as holding your breath so that whoever is on the other side of the door will think you’re not inside or you’re sleeping and will go away. 

“I know you’re inside, and I know you’re not sleeping, Y/n.”  Soap says with an unusually stern voice.

You groan loudly and stand up. Upon opening the door, you’re greeted with the sight of a big, angry Scottish man crossing his arms in front of his chest, his arm muscles stiffening. Apparently, he is here because of the stuff between you and Ghost. A thought suddenly crosses your mind, as you wonder what it would feel like if you also had someone who cared about you that much. It must feel nice. You think despairingly to yourself, though on the outside, you still keep that expressionless face before Soap.

“What do you want?” 

“What do I want?” Soap scoffs, “Do you realize the dire situation you’re in right now?”

“Of course I do, you think I’m an idiot?” You grimace, feeling the indignation building up inside you again while the jealousy is burning your organs.

“Then why did you ask me that question?” Soap almost screams at your face.

Something suddenly snaps inside you, and you growl like a hurt animal, “YOU ALL WILL KICK ME OUT ANYWAY, SO WHY BOTHER?”

The Scott is obviously taken aback by your emotional explosion, his eyes widen and he takes one step back, “What do you mean by…kicking you out?”

“What’s else besides kicking me out of this team? Isn’t it obvious?” Your chest rises and falls noticeably as you feel like a combination of violent emotions is choking your throat. Anger, jealousy, despair, regret, hopelessness,... the worst-case scenario is so close to stopping being a scenario as you are actively making it truly happen. You scoff at yourself when the Scott is still trying to come up with the right words, a term that you despise so much suddenly pops up in your mind. Self-fulfilling prophecy. You despise that term with all your heart because you feel like whoever coined it and whoever uses it is blaming you, the person who has suffered so much in the past and is the victim of his own circumstances, for not being able to break the cycle yourself. How can anyone expect a deeply wounded soul to save itself? How can they expect right from the start that the soul knows how to achieve such a feast? 

“Y/n…we’ve never planned to kick you out…” Soap carefully speaks with his softest voice possible, aware that acting impulsively right now will probably result in catastrophic consequences that can never be undone.

“It’s either today or some day in the future. It’s inevitable.” You coldly say.

“Why? Why are you so sure that we’ll get rid of you sooner or later?” Soap asks, clearly puzzled by your certitude. 

“BECAUSE I’M REPLACEABLE!” You scream again, this time your heart feels like it’s being ripped open by all the overwhelming emotions which have been bottling up inside you ever since you, as a little boy, became known of what loneliness was. All the questions ‘why no one wants to play with me?’, ‘why am I always alone?’, ‘what do they have that I don’t?’,...‘what is wrong with me?’ and all the memories of how you always stood from far away, watching the kids laughing and playing with each other, or when you were on the street getting to your destination, and you suddenly stopped just to look at a group of young people sharing with each other about their normal days and talking about the new cool song they came across on a social app. The feelings that dominated your senses at those time are hard to describe. They are a mix of jealousy because you knew those people had what you’d never have, despair because you realized who you inherently were was the reason why you’re never meant for such relationships, hopelessness because you had come to terms with that loss, and, strangely, nostalgia. Nostalgia because you used to be in a couple of relationships that could’ve become the same as theirs, like what was going on between you and Fyodor, and you missed those feelings. You missed the touch, the care, and the fire. You missed the person you could’ve become.

“I am replaceable, alright? It has always been like this! Always! I’m nothing to any of you. I’ve always been nothing to every. Fucking. One!” Before you know it, tears are welling up in your eyes and your tough, emotionless facade collapses in front of Soap, revealing the broken, sensitive, and wounded boy behind. You collapse on the floor as well, your legs and one of your arms support to prevent you from hitting yourself against the cold cemented surface, while your other arm cover your shameful face as you cry like a baby in front of one of the greatest soldiers of the base. 

“Just go.” You say between your pathetic cries as you try to swing your door shut when still crawling on the floor. 

To your surprise, however, the man grabs the door to prevent you from closing it, he does this with so much force that the veins bulge on the back of his hand.

“What the–?”

“Listen to me, Private Y/n.” Soap grunts through his clenched teeth. “We have never thought of you that way. You’re not replaceable to us. You. Are. Important, alright? We can never get rid of your ass because we love you so much, like a real family. Am I understood??”

You looks up at the angry Scottish with your widened brown eyes, still the same innocent, puppy eyes that followed his every step when you’re first transferred to the base of the 141. Soap looks at those eyes and immediately the rage ignited inside him dies out. How can he be angry at you? How can he be angry at those eyes? The man kneels down and pulls you into a big embrace. His warm, large hand rub your back and you can feel his heart beats wildly as your chests touch each other. 

“This is how you have been feeling all this time?” Soap asks, his voice rumbles. You flinch a little as his warm breath tickles the sensitive skin on your neck. It feels so strange to be this close to someone.

“This is how you felt that night, after we arrived at the base from the bar? When you stood alone in the parking lot? When you spent the whole day training without eating? This is how you feel all the time with us?” 

You cannot reply. Instead, you are clinging on to him as if you’re clinging for your dear life, screaming into his shoulder. Your fingers sink deeply into his clothes, wanting to make use of any other ways to release the powerful tensions within yourself besides screaming your heart out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you feel this way. It’s okay, I’m here now, baby. I’m here now.” Soap keeps pouring sweet words of solace and affirmation into your ears as you let all of the suppressed emotions out. Both of you know that this isn’t the end, your pain and deep-seated traumas will not be magically healed right after this embrace just because you finally have the courage to talk about it with someone. But it is enough for now. Soap is proud of you. He is proud because, either deliberately or not, you have decided to open up. Maybe getting help wasn’t what you thought you’d gain when you screamed words deep inside your heart to him a few moments earlier, but this presents a new beginning, a beginning to a life where you believe that you can actually have what you thought you’d never have. And you deserve it. All of it.

To be continued... (dang, when will I be able to finish this?)

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[chxrrylime]

Could we get some Daddy Soap or Ghostsoap x reader aftercare HCs?

Why not a little bit of both? ♥

Ghost x Soap x M!Reader ↪ 938 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male dominant daddy Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, daddy kink, aftercare, praise, and degradation.

Soap

The first time you call Soap daddy is purely an accident. He’s balls deep inside you, hips rocking hard and making you see stars. Your cock’s trapped between your stomachs, and the divot of his abs is a small, sweat-slick valley that stimulates you just right. 

You’re so close to coming, clawing at his shoulders and making him groan. He bites down on your shoulder and you cry out the word instinctively.

You’re absolutely mortified when he pauses for all of a second before bursting out laughing.

That couldn’t be a good reaction, right? He was going to laugh at you and kick you out of bed for being a weirdo—send you and your daddy issues packing.

You freeze up at first before trying to push him off of you. Trying to get away and hide—try and preserve what bit of pride you have left, if any. But he catches your flailing wrists easily, shushes you and tries to get you to calm down, pinning you to the bed.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright, lad,” he coos, soothing you down, his big hands gliding across your shoulders, petting through your hair. His face goes from serious and concerned to a mild smirk before, “daddy’s gonna take care of you, huh?”

You blush, biting your lip with a frown as you try to turn and press your face into the pillow, the eye contact flooding you with stinging embarrassment. Soap just hums, caressing your cheek. He’s still hard inside you, and rocks his hips ever so gently, making you whimper.

“S’okay, baby boy. This is what you want, yeah?” You nod and he tsks at you, making you flinch, worrying you answered wrong somehow.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes, sir—daddy…” you breathe, and he groans deep and rumbling in his chest.

He fucks you stupid after that, seeing how many times he can draw that word from your lips. He cums and doesn’t even soften and you swear you’re gonna go insane when he keeps fucking into you.

When the both of you finally finish he snuggles up against you. Big spoon. Pets all over your body until your breathing evens out. He apologizes for laughing—didn’t mean it any wrong way, just shocked him is all. 

But he promises you he’s more than okay with it. And even if you had any reason to doubt him, the way he’d managed to rail you twice in a row without pause washes all of those doubts away. 

Obviously, he’s into it.

Ghost

Now, when Ghost finds out about this little development between you and Soap? Well, Ghost has a very specific kink.

The man loves to third wheel the whole daddy thing. Loves to wrap his strong arms around you, chest to chest as Soap rails you from behind, making you cry and moan while Ghost equally mocks and praises you.

“Daddy’s cock feel good, love?”

“You’re taking him so well, right fucked stupid, hm?”

“Always such a fuckin’ slut for daddy, so easy for him.”

“Look so good stretched out on daddy’s cock, baby.”

His deep voice is always like a growl pressed against your ear, and it makes liquid arousal run down your spine, makes you clench tight around Soap’s cock as he rails you.

It affects Soap, too. You can feel his dick twitch and kick inside of you each time Ghost speaks, says daddy in that deep timbre. Can feel the shaky panting breaths against your back as his hips stutter. 

Ghost & Soap

With quickies or post-mission adrenaline induced fucks, aftercare isn’t always a big thing. Sometimes all it is from either of them is a rag produced to wipe off any cum and lube before collapsing into the bed to sleep, all of your limbs entangled and sweaty bodies pressed close.

However, with particularly long fucks or actual sessions and scenes that the three of you have planned or talked out, aftercare is a big thing. Ghost doesn’t always directly involve himself sexually in scenes or even regular sex, but likes to be present and hold either of you, talk you through it. So in cases like that he’s usually the one getting up to get water and snacks and a warm wet cloth to wash you both off with. 

When Ghost does involve himself, trying to get him to do much of anything after coming is a feat in and of itself. You’ve never seen him with his guard so low. He could still throat punch one of you at full strength, sure, but he’s usually eyes closed on the border of sleep and heavy as a boulder.

And so it’s those times that Soap is the one limping out of bed to grab the necessities. Ghost will roll over to hold you in his arms and murmur little praises and jokes in your ear while you wait for Soap to come back.

If you’re somewhere with a tub, Soap really likes to take baths with you after particularly heavy or intense sex. He always makes the temperature of the water somehow perfect—never too hot to burn your already heated skin, but not too cold to shock your body out of its post-orgasm bliss. 

Ghost does not enjoy baths. He’s not that much bigger than Soap, but he doesn’t like how cramped he feels in them.

Instead, he likes to take cold showers after sex. If that’s something you’re into then he’ll hum contentedly when you step in with him, and likes to wash your hair for you. Pulls you flush to his chest if you start to shiver. Kisses your neck with his far too hot lips.

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

[callofdudes]

I shall quote an actually fucking tweet I saw replying to that certain someone from twitter;

“I agree. Although there is also a lot Ghost x Soap art that I enjoy, I feel like us straight girls are a bit underrepresented in this fantom. So I'm happy to see some CoD x fem content, too.”

Ummm….what the fuck???

They complain about not seeing enough AFAB! Reader X COD (which there is!) but from the look on @makarovmw twitter page they are not only a porn addict but someone who fetishizes MWM relationships given their reposts and likes.

Honestly this is all just exhausting; let people write ‘X CoD’ with a fem or a male or non-binary or trans reader as long as it’s not harmful.

You don’t see enough of a certain kind of ‘X CoD’ that you want to see and like? Write/draw it yourself or commission it, why bully and harass people online?

Not enough female reader.... female content in general - there is LOTS of representation.

I don't go seeking out smut but I can say without a shadow of a fucking doubt a lot of content, fanart, audios, clips, even tiktoks are geared for the female audience.

Because, and I'll say it again, A MAJORITY OF THIS FANDOM NOW ARE PEOPLE WHO JUST JUMPED IN AND HAVE NEVER PLAYED THE GAME.

And they know that. And they can use that. Male representation when it comes to x readers/audio/art what have you is hugely down the tunnel and isn't made as often unless it's pure smut. So if anything the guys need more of their own content if that's what they want.

And maybe... Just maybe one of the reasons ghostsoap is so popular because they have chemistry. They've been a thing since the OG trilogy but it hasn't come out as popular until their interactions skyrocketed.

People like them because they watched/or played the game, saw them, and took them in. They're tangible and they're pretty darn freaking cute 😤

They're brothers, down for the long haul and that's something people can cling on to easier than x readers. But yeah... In this fandom, and in any fandom really, there is never a shortage of female representation with the men.

So that certain someone needs to get off their ass. But yeah... Strange things happen in this fandom, and sadly, every fandom. But that's just wack

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | COD - Ghost x Listener SFW Ghost Patches You Up

[M4A] [Injured listener] [Mention of guns, bullet sounds] [Unconfessed feelings, but hints that you both have romantic feelings for each other]

So... This idea's been in my brain since the SoapGhost shipping community burst forward a few months ago... Though it's terrifying to poke my toes into this fandom as some types of COD players aren't the most accepting people... But this is for the SoapGhost girlies (gender-neutral girlies).

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