#soap x ghost

[melh1art]

good morning

[al4thea]

They're wrestling your honor

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 5 - Rough Sex

Ghost x Soap - 3k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost recognizes the bartender from one of his favorite websites. (Ghost POV) (lightly inspired by this art)

cw: dark fic, noncon sex, rough sex, degradation, slut-shaming, victim-shaming (phrases like "asking for it" and "wanted it" are used), public sex (no getting caught), anal sex with minimal prep, ghost is mean and johnny is upset

Ghost recognized the bartender the moment he stepped into the building. How could he not? He’d fucked his own fist to those big blue eyes and pouty pink lips more times than he could count, he hadn’t even needed to look twice to recognize him. 

He hadn’t been subtle about his attraction to the man – dropthesoap online but Johnny according to his nametag. He’d parked himself on a stool close to the wall and hadn’t let his eyes stray from the bartender even once. His place at the edge of the bar means Johnny spends most of his time with his back to Simon, giving him a truly fantastic view of his ass in the cutoff jean shorts practically painted onto him. 

He’s flirty when he takes Simon’s order, leans his elbows on the counter so his loose tank top hangs low, showing off the necklace dangling over his chest and drawing Ghost’s eyes to his tits. The smirk on his lips is cocky and self-assured when Ghost ogles him, and Simon has the sudden and overwhelming urge to break him. 

He sits there for hours, taking the refills when Soap – Johnny – stops by to give them, but not drinking enough to get even tipsy. He wants to be fully aware when he gets his first taste of Johnny, doesn’t want to miss even a second of tonight.

It’d be a lie to say he’s not annoyed by how long Johnny’s shift is, but Simon’s spent longer in the same spot with worse views. After the first hour he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his favorite videos of Soap’s – he’s got them bookmarked, plus a whole photo album of screenshots capturing his favorite moments. 

If anybody nearby is put off by the not-at-all-disguised porn he’s got pulled up (or the tent in his jeans), they don’t say anything. Ghost is left to his own devices, content to look back and forth between the ass getting fucked on his screen and the same ass bent over a counter as Johnny reaches for someone’s card.

(Ghost ducks into the bathroom somewhere around the two and a half hour mark, his cock so hard it’s verging on painful. He sees no need to deny himself, not when he knows he’ll have what he wants by the end of the night. Besides, getting himself off now means he’ll be able to fuck Johnny without busting the second he gets his cock in like some teenage kid.

When he makes eye contact on his way back to his stool, Johnny winks. Ghost can’t wait to get his teeth around his throat and bite until Soap goes limp.)

It’s past midnight when Johnny finally unclips his nametag, patting one of his coworkers on the back. He meets Ghost’s eyes as he turns towards the backroom, winking just before he ducks out.

Ghost is out of his seat the second Johnny disappears. 

He’d seen the staff-door leading into the alley when he smoked before heading inside, had seen another waiter come out for a cig of their own, so he knows there’s a good chance Johnny’ll come out here.

He hardly has to wait ten minutes before the door opens, warm light flooding the otherwise dark alley – the streetlamp just on the corner is burned out, has been for months, and leaves the whole sidewalk dark once the sun sets. It’s to Ghost’s benefit, allowing him to watch from the shadows as Johnny steps out of the building, rubbing his hands together to fight off the light chill.

He waits until Johnny’s turned away, starting towards the mouth of the alley before he makes his move. One hand on the nape of his neck, the other on his elbow, and Ghost has him pinned in one quick move.

“What–” Johnny hisses, immediately throwing himself back and swinging his free arm in a messy attempt at a punch. It’s child's play for Ghost to lock both his wrists in one hand, holding them at the base of his spine and forcing him into an arch as he presses against the smaller man’s back, letting him feel his size.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” He rumbles, tongue darting out to taste the shell of Johnny’s ear. The man struggles beneath him, but Simon has him pinned too securely for him to even hope of landing a hit.

“Who the fuck do ye think ye–” Johnny cuts himself off this time, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost and getting his first real look at his face. Simon can see the exact moment recognition sets in, but if anything Johnny just gets tenser between him and the wall. “No fuckin’ way.”

“You recognize me?” Ghost says, resting more of his weight against Johnny. “Cause I recognize you.”

That makes him falter, wrists twitching in Ghost’s hold. “What?”

“Yeah,” Ghost sighs, grinding his hardening cock against Soap’s ass. “Don’t know how you don’t spend all day bent over. Even if none of ‘em have seen your videos, walkin’ around dressed like this?” He drops his hand from Johnny’s neck to his ass, groping him harshly enough to make the man squirm. “You’re practically beggin’ for it, slag.”

Johnny’s face is flushed red beneath him, just the way he gets when he’s getting rimmed, and Ghost’s cock kicks in his pants. 

“Get off of me,” Johnny hisses, forehead pressed to the brick wall as he breathes through clenched teeth. “I swear to God I’ll scream, arsehole.”

Ghost almost laughs, undoing his belt with one hand and shoving his jeans down just enough to yank his cock out. “Go ahead. I know you like puttin’ on a show.”

Soap’s hands jerk in Simon’s hold and now he really does laugh, working one calloused hand over his cock to make sure he’s fully hard before pawing at the jean shorts that have been driving him mad all night.

“Walkin’ around, practically flashin’ ass,” he taunts, tugging meanly at his belt loops until he can yank the shorts down. He glances down, groaning at the sight of them caught right beneath the curve of his ass and pushing his cheeks up. “So fuckin’ fat, goddamn.”

“Stop it, stop it,” Johnny growls, desperately pushing off the wall with his shoulders and wriggling from side to side like a worm on a hook. “Ye can’t fuckin’-- don’t touch me–”

Ghost smacks his ass once, hard enough for the sound to echo and Johnny to yelp in surprise. When he hears the hitch in Johnny’s breath he does it again, then again, pulling back just enough that he can redden both cheeks.

“Actin’ like you don’t want this,” Ghost says, pinching a particularly red spot and twisting until Johnny makes a sound close to a squeal. “If I told you to, you’d drop right now and swallow my cock.”

“I wouldn’t!” Johnny insists, face screwed up in what Simon’s sure is a mix of pain-pleasure – he’s seen enough of Soap’s videos to know how hard being hurt makes him. 

“Seem you do it enough times,” Simon continues, easing up on spanking him so he can grope him more fully, fingers running over the warmed skin and gripping hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re always so goddamn desperate for it, huh? Seen you nearly drown yourself in a cunt, damn near black out with a cock down your throat, happy as can be.”

“That’s– it’s different,” Johnny insists, pushing himself forward as far as he can and scraping his face against the brick. Ghost can only imagine how irritated the skin will be, maybe he’ll even bleed a bit, have a few scabs on his pretty face Simon hopes so, hopes in his next video he’ll get to see the fruits of his labor. 

“Nah,” Ghost rejects, finally shoving the shorts down fully so they’re resting around Johnny’s knees. “A cock is a cock for sluts like you.”

“Fuckin’– shut up,” Johnny whispers, eyes clenched tightly shut. “Just stop fuckin’ speaking.”

Simon obliges him for now, too focused on dragging his fingers across the hole he’ll be fucking to really care about responding. At least, until he brushes over something distinctly not-flesh that drags him to a stop.

He knows what it has to be immediately, knows there’s nothing else it could be, but still taps harshly at the end of it, pushing it up further into Johnny and making him gasp.

“What’s this, then?” He whispers, grabbing the hard plastic and twisting, pulling it against the ring of Johnny’s ass just enough to make him squirm again. “Oh, Johnny.”

“Stop, stop it,” the man hisses, and Ghost moans when the first tear slips down his cheek. 

“You get fucked before comin’ here?” He asks, pulling on the plug more fully now so that it pops out of Soap’s ass and he can fuck him more fully, watching intently as Johnny shudders. “Let someone get you all dirty before comin’ to work and beggin’ for another man?”

“I didn’t– I’m not–” Johnny heaves, face pinches like he’s in pain. “I’m not fuckin’ beggin’, ye arsehole, ye won’t listen.”

Ghost hums, forcing the plug in more roughly, stretching him now. “Or did you do this to yourself before comin’ out? Stick a couple fingers in your needy hole, maybe get yourself off, huh?”

He yanks the plug out, stuffing three dry fingers in just after and relishing in the cry he yanks from Johnny. He’s wet inside, but not dripping, and Ghost can tell immediately that he did this to himself.

“Jesus, you really are a whore,” he groans, leaning forward to bite Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing tight and scissoring his fingers. “You’ll fuck yourself if you can’t find anyone else to do the job, ‘s that it?”

“Please,” Johnny begs, every blink sending more tears down his cheeks. “Please.”

Ghost coos mockingly, pulling his fingers out and patting Johnny on the ass. “Yeah? You need me that bad? Not sure if you’re stretched enough, but you’ll be tighter like this.”

“Wait, don’t,” Johnny gasps, struggling renewed when Ghost presses the plush head of his cock to his winking hole. “Ye can’t– ye need lube.”

Ghost huffs, smacking Johnny’s ass again. “You think I carry lube on me? I’m not like you, I don’t just walk around waiting to fuck.”

Johnny keens and Ghost presses himself forward again, just about to breach his hole.

“Please, please! Just let me– fuck, spit or somethin’, ye can’t– I need–”

“Spit?” Simon tilts his head consideringly, then grabs Johnny’s face, jerking it over his shoulder and surely giving him a crick in the neck. “Alright then. C’mon.”

Johnny doesn’t have a chance to protest before Simon shoves his fingers in his mouth, pushing them to the back of his throat immediately and tapping his tongue. Soap’s eyes go wide, panic making him lurch in Ghost’s grasp.

“Thought you wanted this?” Ghost grunts, hold tightening as he forces the smaller man still again. “You don’t get this bitchy in your videos, y’know? ‘S false advertising.”

Johnny whines as Ghost drags his fingers out, smearing spit all over his cheeks and smearing his tear tracks. He jerks his cock quickly, coating himself in the spit still coating his fingers.

“Now shut the fuck up,” he hisses, letting his voice drop so low he can hardly hear himself as he finally pushes himself inside of Johnny. “And take it.”

Johnny pitches a fit until Simon is fully seated, writhing and whining like he’s getting shot instead of fucked. Ghost just huffs, not letting the grip on his wrists slip even a little bit as his other hand holds his hips steady. 

He doesn’t go slowly, doesn’t give Soap any time to adjust before he’s fucking in and out at the speed he likes. He’s seen enough videos to know Johnny’s taken fake cocks bigger than Simon’s, had jerked his own little cock and moaned like a bitch as he rode some tentacled monstrosity a fan sent him. 

As much as Johnny is crying now, Ghost knows he needs this. He wouldn’t have left the house dressed like he was, with a plug keeping his hole stretched for any man to use if he hadn’t on some level wanted to get fucked.

But his tears shine in the low light of the alley, and Ghost has always liked it when his partners cry and get pathetic for him. He’d hardly even had to force Johnny – all those muscles gone to waste when a bigger, stronger man decided to do something with him.

So the crying, the writhing, the bitching and moaning, it only serves to make Ghost fuck him harder. He keeps Johnny pressed tight to the wall as he uses his hole, treating him like nothing more than the fleshlight he deserves to be. 

“Tighter than a virgin,” Ghost praises, pressing his cheek to Johnny’s so he can feel the tears dripping. “How’d you do that, huh? Take cocks for a living and still squeeze me like you never want me to leave?”

Johnny only answer is a sob, and Ghost hisses in his ear.

“You’re so loud, boy. ‘S like you wanna get caught.”

Johnny clenches tight on him, and it’s Simon’s turn to moan now. 

“Oh, tha’s it?” He asks, grinding himself deep so Johnny clenches rhythmically over his entire length. “‘S not enough to film your little videos, you want to put on a show in person too?”

“No,” Johnny finally manages, his first word since Simon got his cock in him. “No, no, I don’t, please don’t…”

Ghost hums like he’s deciding something, pulling out again to drive himself forward slowly, groaning at the plush heat enveloping him. “You sure? Seems a shame to let this all go to waste.” He smacks Johnny’s ass, making sure to bully the head of his cock into his prostate at the same time.

“Yes, yes, please–”

Ghost groans, throwing his head back so the sound isn’t muffled and squeezing his eyes shut at the way Johnny grips him like a vice. “Fuck, you beg so pretty, don’t you? ‘S just about all y’know how to do, huh?”

Johnny shakes his head, shivering in Ghost’s hold, and he feels himself creep that much closer to an orgasm, spine curling as he hunches over Johnny. 

“‘S all you’ve done so far,” he continues, the sound of his hips smacking Johnny’s ass loud in the alley, heart racing. “Beg for more, beg for less… can nearly beg as well as you can take a cock.”

It’s the way Johnny wails that finally throws Ghost over the edge, has his hands tightening to an almost unsafe point around Johnny’s wrists as he bucks like an animal, draining his cock inside his tight hole.

He’s glad he snuck away to jack off in the bathroom, because this orgasm leaves him nearly blind and staggering in its intensity, and he knows it would only be worse if it was his first of the night. 

He doesn’t pull out when he’s finished, even when he feels his come start to leak. Johnny’s hole twitches around him, each squeeze drawing pathetic little whines from the man’s throat. It’s nearly enough to make Simon want to go again, but he knows it’ll take a bit for him to get hard again.

His blood is still buzzing when he reaches his free hand around Johnny’s fumbling until he can wrap his fingers around Johnny’s cock. He wonders briefly if it’d been pressed against the wall, but grips him tightly anyway.

Johnny yelps at the first jerk, shoving himself back into Ghost for the first time that night and squirming. “What are ye– ah!”

“Hush,” Ghost soothes, keeping his motions steady and quick, twisting his wrist at the tip as he tugs. “You tellin’ me you don’t wanna get off?”

“I don’t– ah, shit, fuck, I can’t– please–”

Ghost hums, doesn’t bother responding, and jerks Johnny’s cock until he feels him twitch and feels the warm dribble of come on his hand. Johnny’s orgasm is short but must be overwhelming, if the way Johnny starts nearly bawling is anything to go by.

Simon shifts uncomfortably behind him once he’s milked the smaller man to full completion, unsure what to do with tears after sex. He wipes his hand on Johnny’s jeans as he tugs them up, finally releasing his wrists to button them. Johnny doesn’t make any attempt to move, just lets his arms fall limp by his sides even as Ghost tucks his own cock away and rights his clothing.

He doesn’t fully pull away, letting Johnny keep his hands but wrapping one arm around his waist and following him forward when Soap leans against the wall again, forehead pressed against it.

He gives Johnny a few minutes to recover, longer than he usually gives his partners before insisting they leave his bed. But Johnny’s not like his other partners, Simon plans to actually keep him around instead of shoving him away as soon as he drains his balls. 

So he gives Johnny a moment of post-orgasm peace, lets him think through whatever he needs to, but doesn’t give him any breathing room.

“Let’s go home,” Ghost says once his heart has returned to its regular pace, Soap still resting his entire weight against the rough brick wall.

“What?” The man croaks, accent slurring as he blinks blearily, eyes clouded with tears.

Ghost huffs a laugh, hauling Johnny back by one shoulder and keeping his arm looped around his waist, holding his weight. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you go, did you?”

Johnny’s breath shudders, and Simon feels it echo through his body. “Please…”

Ghost hums, interrupting the sound. “‘S that the only word you know?” He scoffs, pressing his nose to Johnny’s temple and breathing deeply. “You know you’re coming with me. No point in putting up a fight.”

He feels the moment Johnny gives in, tension draining from his spine like someone popped a bubble in his chest. Ghost can’t help but grin, deeply satisfied by the submission he’s forced out of Johnny. He knew the man could relax, if he let himself – though if he’s honest, he’d preferred the fight. There’s no pleasure in dominance when it comes easily.

“C’mon,” he prods, pulling them both away from the wall. “I wanna fuck you in a bed next time.”

Johnny’s whine echoes into the alley and Simon can’t help but laugh quietly as he leads them away.

[accecakes]

After workout embrace 💪💯

He's checking his buddy's core to see if his rock hard abs are still ripped af!

[thisnoah]

ITALIA 🔥🔥🔥

[thehandsresisthim]

“a test of endurance - part one”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, anal (plug in johnny), hand job, simon remembers fucking johnny

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october (6.10., 13.10., 20.10., 27.10.) and something on halloween!! for the thirteenth, and the twentieth, i’ll post the continuations of this fic :)

word count: ~1200

The first time you really tease both men is on a rainy Sunday evening. Both are sprawled across your sofa, wearing loose clothing, a picture of pure comfort - Simon is resting in Johnny's lap, skull mask still on.

You enter the room, smiling. “Are my boys ready to be taught a lesson?” you ask, voice saccharine.

Johnny just hums, whilst Simon - ever the obedient one - immediately sits up straight, eager at the thought of being touched, to get the special attention that only you can dish out.

“I’m ready, love,” as always, Simon is the first to speak, his brown eyes glistening with adoration, like a dog that’s eager to get pet.

“‘m ready,” Johnny says next. His answer is shorter, less respectful - as usual.

+🎃+

Just twenty minutes later, you had one nude trembling man in your lap, and another wearing just his boxers, sitting before you on the carpet.

Simon, ever the obedient one, is holding onto your shoulders as you coo at him and stroke his cockhead. The featherlight touches are coaxing his sensitive dick to release a steady stream of precum, which you eagerly spread all over his cock. Still, it’s not nearly enough for the poor thing.

At a particularly mean touch - you’ve carefully pressed your pinkie finger against his slit, wiggling around a little, knowing exactly that the sensation reminds him of being sounded - Simon catches himself lifting his hips up in an attempt to meet your touch.

Immediately, he tries his best to counteract the movement, fingers boring into your shoulders as he forces his hips back down. “I’m s-so sorry, master…” he whines, nuzzling against your shoulder.

You kiss his neck. “It’s alright, baby. Can you grab the remote for me?”

Simon hiccups and nods, leaning over and handing the remote to you. You smirk as you take it, and then let go of his dick. He whines, but swallows down any complaints.

Noting his discomfort, you place one hand on his lower back and nip at his neck. “You can touch yourself. But, no cumming.” As soon as the words are out, Simon babbles out a string of ‘thank yous!’ and whines, lazily humping into his fist.

With your other hand, you menacingly hold up the remote, and the man kneeling on the carpet swallows as he sees it. His gorgeous blue eyes are wide open, disbelief and a hint of fear mixing with the anticipation.

With a tilt of your head and a mean smirk, you turn the vibrating plug nestled against his prostate off. Johnny wastes no time when it comes to protesting as his cock bobs, awkwardly spilling his creamy precum over his cock.

“Hah– you– sadistic fockin’ whore–” Johnny starts hurling curses at you, eyes narrowing as he sweats some more, skin glistening in the dim light of the living room.

He struggles to sit straight, catching his breath as a heartwarming, pitiful sob escapes his open mouth, a bit of drool joining the puddle of pre on the floor.

“Aww, were you close, love?” you mock, laughing as you toss the remote on the armchair, thus openly revealing that you've got no intention to activate the plug again. Johnny doesn't know if that's a bad thing or not.

You reach forward again, causing Simon to make a startled noise as the fabric of your shirt accidentally moves against his throbbing cock, marking it with his precum.

Paying Simon's whines no attention, you grab the bottle of lube, holding it in your dominant hand. The man in your lap bites his lip, holding out hope that maybe you'll coat your fingers in the lube and work him open, cruelly teasing his prostate until he struggles to speak.

But you don't. Instead, you click your tongue, thus immediately making Johnny pay attention to you.

“Come ‘ere, boy.” you instruct, and just for a second, Johnny considers getting up, and not crawling towards you on all fours like he's been trained to do. But he swallows his brattiness - God knows he's shown enough of that already - and obediently comes close to your outstretched hand.

“Grab the lube. You're going to take your plug out, pet,” you gently pat Johnny’s head, “and you better not cum during.”

Johnny whines at your command and peels his boxers off, the stained fabric clinging to his skin where he dirtied it with his pre.

He takes the bottle with a shaking hand and immediately goes to work.

Simon starts to tremble in your lap, cock twitching in interest at every strangled gasp that Johnny lets out, every wet squelch as he works the plug out of himself.

Simon doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but the prolonged teasing has made him a little delusional - perhaps you’re ordering Johnny to take the plug out so that there’ll be room for his cock? Maybe, just maybe, you’re going to allow Simon to fuck him?

He tries to banish the memory of the last time you made Simon fuck Johnny - how you had one steady hand between his shoulderblades, instructing Simon on just what he’s allowed to do.

“That’s it, baby, you can go faster, go on, Simon, work him open…” your voice echoes in his head.

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ he thinks, as he notices himself getting closer to the edge. Still, he can’t help his mind from replaying your words, “You better not cum if you know what’s good for you. I swear, Simon, if you finish, I’ll make sure you can’t properly sit for the next three weeks-“

With a panicked whelp, Simon pinches the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm at the last second. It hurts, to edge himself like that, but disappointing you would be worse.

You, ever observant, have paid close attention to Simon’s struggle, and immediately hug him and kiss his neck. “That’s my boy. Good job!”

He keens at the praise, happy to have made you proud. Still, he’s close to the edge, and has to pinch himself again at Johnny’s slutty moan as the man finally works the plug out.

You clap your hands. “You boys did so good!”

Wait. Johnny blinks up at you. Usually, you only say this sort of thing when you’re done with the scene. But the scene can’t be done yet, can it? Simon and him haven’t cum yet, and-

The sadistic gleam in your eyes confirms both boys’ fear.

Simon whimpers and sighs, head hanging low, his shoulders slumped as he wordlessly accepts your silent instruction.

Johnny wants to fight, to argue, but he knows it’s useless. Besides, he knows that he and Simon asked for this, get off on being denied, and if it truly gets unbearable, there’s always the safeword.

Johnny sets the lube down on the table and blinks again. “Master, may we shower? Cold shower, maybe?”

You nod. “Yes, you may.”

Thank you for reading!! there’s more to come on 13.10., i hope! ❤️

masterlist is here

[remiebear]

Silly seals!!

[literatecowboy]

Kinktober 2024

5. Bondage

warnings: Soap x Ghost x Reader (throuple); face sitting; nickname 'pup'; fem reader; its reader's present;

“A wee bit tighter…there ye go, LT. That’s perfect,” Soap said, double checking the knot and giving it a tug to ensure it would hold. 

“Sure you don’t want me to put a bow on your head? Think it’d look cute on you, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up one of the other ropes from the pile. Johnny offered his wrists, and Ghost took them, tying them carefully behind the Scot’s back. 

“Nah, don’t want to wait on her to unwrap me. Besides, there’s bows on all her other gifts,” Johnny said. Ghost snorted. 

“Impatient pup,” he murmured, taking one of the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s chest into his fist and pulling the Scot close, pressing his lips to his. Johnny groaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He rolled his shoulders, and Ghost pulled away slowly. 

“Comfy?” Ghost asked, running his hands down Johnny’s sides. 

“Very. Help me get into position and then go get our girl, Simon,” Johnny said, rising awkwardly from where he sat. Ghost helped him arrange himself on his knees on the bed before stepping away. 

—

“Just a few more steps, love. Keep coming,” Ghost murmured, guiding you by your hands as he lead you into your bedroom.

“Okay, one more guess. Is it a puppy?” you asked, a smile on your lips. 

“In a manner of speaking,” Ghost said, shutting the door behind you. “Go on, take the blindfold off.” 

You gasped as you lifted your blindfold off and it fluttered to the floor. Johnny knelt before you on the bed, smiling, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Happy birthday, bonnie,” he murmured. You felt heat rush to your face, and you giggled. 

“You’ve always wanted our pup tied up and begging for you. Now’s your chance,” Ghost murmured, embracing you from behind and gently sliding one of his hands up your shirt. 

“Oh, yes. And you’re okay?” you asked Johnny, shivering from excitement as warmth stirred in the pit of your stomach. 

“More than okay, bonnie. Come sit on my face,” Johnny whined, squirming on the bed. Ghost squeezed your breast tenderly. 

“Go on, give him a go,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He guided you onto the bed and you knelt before Johnny. Though you’d been with your boyfriends a dozen times before, this new arrangement was incredibly arousing. You leaned forward, running your hands over the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s body as you kissed him. 

His cock throbbed against his stomach at your touch and he groaned. Ghost ran his fingers through his hair before sliding his hand down his back and squeezing his ass. 

“Poor pup, all worked up,” he cooed, and you smiled, taking the head of Johnny’s cock between two fingers. 

“Such an eager toy for me,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You made short work of your clothes, your nipples hardening in the cool air and making Johnny whine, writhing where he knelt. 

“Pretty, isn’t she, pup?” Ghost cooed, stroking Johnny’s cock slowly as they watched you undress. 

“Please sit on my face,” he whined, doing his best to lay back despite the ropes binding him. You helped him get situated before crawling up over his body, dragging your fingers over your clit before lowering yourself onto Johnny’s face. 

His cock twitched as his moans were muffled and you gasped as he shoved his tongue into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your back arched as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently and making you writhe with pleasure. 

“Johnny!” you moaned, grinding down against his face as he devoured you, pushing his face deeper into your wetness. 

“Think you deserve a reward for making our girl feel so good, Johnny,” Simon purred, tugging his shirt over his head and sliding his pants and boxers off. He crawled onto the bed, tugging his hard cock as he settled between Johnny’s legs, spreading lube over his fingers before sliding one into Johnny. 

Johnny’s back arched and he moaned into your wetness. The vibrations against your clit made you gasp, and you trembled as that in combination with Johnny’s devourment of you made you cum. Pleasure washed over you in waves and you jerked and trembled, slumping forward and crawling off of Johnny’s face as you caught your breath.

Ghost slid another finger into Johnny and kept pumping them in and out, making Johnny moan and writhe on the bed. 

“Fuck…!” he cried. He turned his head to where you lay, your wetness drenching his face. 

“Lass, please. Ride me while Simon fucks me,” he begged. You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss before straddling his hips, nodding. 

Ghost slowly pulled his fingers out of Johnny, making him whine, but his whines turned to moans again as Ghost guided you onto Johnny’s cock. You both moaned in tandem as you sank onto him, the stretch sending waves of pleasure through you. 

Ghost pressed slowly into Johnny after you reached the base of his cock, making the Scot writhe and moan beneath you. 

“Fuck, yer gonna be the death of me. Both of ye,” he gasped, trembling. You slowly rocked your hips against him, grabbing the ropes that bound his chest and using them to pull yourself down into a kiss. 

As you rode Johnny, Ghost fucked him, sending you both sliding up the bed. You slammed your hips down into him, grinding your clit into his pelvis. As you moaned, Ghost reached around you and gently thumbed your clit, biting tenderly into your neck. 

“Fuck! I can’t last like this,” Johnny whined, his body trembling under the pleasure of your bounces and Ghost’s thrusts. 

“Let the lady cum first, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up speed as he rubbed your clit. 

“Go on, love, cum on Johnny’s cock,” he purred in your ear. You fell over the cliff of pleasure, falling forward onto Johnny’s chest, your body spasming and your cunt tightening around his cock as you came. Johnny came almost immediately after, coating your insides with cum as he bucked his hips up into you. 

With a few last, deep, thrusts Ghost came last, his groan deafening as he came inside Johnny, leaning over your shoulder to kiss the Scot tenderly. 

You caught your breath together. Ghost was the first to step away but he returned quickly with a blade, cutting Johnny free and helping him massage the areas that had been bound. 

You pulled Johnny into an embrace as Ghost spooned you, sandwiched comfortably between your boyfriends as you came down from your highs.

[cutiecusp]

TF 141 Group Chat one shot, Halloween. 🎃💀

These bunch make me laugh loads 🤣

@xoxunhinged @muneca-lemon-steppa @gardenof-venus @misshugs @soraya-daydreams @frudoo @renpodz @yesornowaitidontknow @shadowdark00 @rynbeerose @rynbeerose @lunamoonbby @incredible-walker @identity2212 @pukbadger @urbimom @corvid007 @wordsfromshona @shadows-empress @m00xy @canyonmooncreations @oniraki @evie-119 @havoc973 @kylies-love-letter @ishipdabands @cmbghost @heckinspooks @midwesternwitchery @eggy-yoke @redzluvvesage @masterclassofescapism

[verdantcreek]

scottish trick-or-treat (guising) with the lads <3 one of them is more into it than the other. can you guess who

[melh1art]

[thybreadmolds]

Here’s some older stuff.

Been a hot minute but. Yeah.

I’m on fall break now so I have a couple days of bliss than I return to the bowels of hell.

Newer stuff (I’m on vacation/in the mountains rn)VVV

[xoecoe1]

cowboy au! soap was shot, but survived, now ghost sings to him every night hoping that his loved one remembers him. (the song is: blue eyes crying in the rain.)

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 6 - Sadism & Masochism

Ghost x Soap - 1.2k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost appreciates all the things he's done to Soap and thinks about all the things he'd like to do. (Ghost POV)

cw: rough sex, bondage, degradation, spitting, belly bulge, dacryphilia, description of cutting someone during sex, somewhat unhealthy (but consensual) bdsm dynamics, ghost wants to hurt soap very badly and is restraining himself, violent thoughts about hurting someone while having sex, the sex is consensual but ghost fantasizes about forcing johnny, please hear what i am saying and do or don't read accordingly

note: i didnt reread through this one bc it's out of my comfort zone, so pls forgive any glaring mistakes lol

Ghost snarls as he fucks more harshly into the bound body beneath him, Soap’s whines and moans echoing off the walls as he squirms in his bindings. The ropes are tied too tightly – not so much that they’ll cut off circulation, but enough that Johnny’s wrists are red and irritated and will be for days.

Simon’s lips peel back from his teeth, expression twisted into something mean as he drags his nails down Johnny’s chest, irritating the cuts he’d spent hours on earlier. Each one placed so they blend in among his other scars, deep enough to drip steadily but not so deep that they’d need stitches. The dark red trails against Johnny’s tan skin makes Ghost’s pale hands look even more out of place, reminds him that he’s out of place above Johnny’s body, doing something he shouldn’t be.

It only makes his cock harder, the thought that Johnny doesn’t deserve this, that he’s only putting up with it for Ghost. It doesn’t matter much either way – if Johnny didn’t want to give, that wouldn’t stop Simon from taking – but Ghost knows Johnny’s nowhere near as much of a masochist as Simon is a sadist. Knowing that Johnny’s forcing himself to endure what Ghost wants, just so he can get fucked…

“Whore,” Simon spits, forcing Johnny’s knee flat to the bed when he starts kicking out in defense. “You’re just a whore for me, huh? That all you wanna be?”

Johnny arches his back, degradation always quick to get him begging for more. “Yeah, yeah, just for you, L.t.”

Ghost twists one of Johnny’s nipples far past the point of pleasure, watching avidly as Johnny’s mouth pops open into a perfect o, the pain shocking him quiet. Ghost leans forward as much as he can without forcing himself to stop fucking the stretched hole beneath him, and spits onto Johnny’s face.

“Mine, yeah?” He rumbles, gathering enough spit to do it again, making sure to hit Johnny’s cheekbone this time. His eyes are bright and dazed, too fucked-out to care much about what’s going on if it doesn’t include him getting off. Simon grabs him by the jaw, smearing the spit over his face with his free hand and shaking him roughly.

“Sir, fuck,” Johnny gasps, hips working to try and push himself further onto Ghost’s cock. Ghost knows that’s all he cares about, knows Soap would let him do just about anything as long as it meant a fat cock in his ass and at least one orgasm. 

“Gonna let me do whatever I want to you, then?” Ghost goads, big hand still pushing at Johnny’s face. He smacks him soundly a few times, relishes in the way his skin goes from pink to red, backhands the other cheek to make it match. 

He grips Johnny tight by the jaw again, pushing his lips out into a pout that he can bite, drawing another whine from Johnny’s raw throat.

He pulls back again a moment later, holds himself up with a hand placed over Johnny’s chest, gives him enough of his weight to make sure it’s a little harder to breathe. He trains his eyes on the bulge in Johnny’s gut, the outline of his cock visible.

Ghost wants to slam his fist there, listen to Johnny choke as he keeps fucking him, maybe see him struggle for breath. He’d be able to feel his hand on his own cock, could give himself that spike of pain that always makes his orgasms last longer.

He doesn’t, though, and manages to keep his fingers spread flat instead of tucked up into a fist. There’s a line for how much he can make Johnny take every time, and he has to push it forward slowly if he doesn’t want Soap to crumble to dust beneath him.

He wants to hurt Johnny, but that doesn’t mean he wants to break him. 

He knows that he’ll probably never be able to do everything he wants with Johnny – for as kinky as the Scot is, even he would back away if he could see the fantasies Ghost dreams about. But no one’s ever let Ghost do as much as Soap has, and that’s enough for him.

Johnny squirms beneath as Ghost fuck him, and Simon’s sure he’ll be limping tomorrow. He’d stretched him as little as he could get away with, using as little lube as he could to make sure it would sting when he slid inside. Johnny had cried until Ghost was buried hilt deep, and then he’d traded the crying for sobbing.

His face is soaked in his own tears and Ghost’s spit, and it makes his suffering that much more pronounced. Johnny’s dripping in evidence of what Simon’s done to him. 

He wants to make things ten times worse. He wants to bend Johnny over the sink and shove him face first into the mirror, wants to refuse to reset his broken nose until Johnny makes him come, wants to watch the tears on his face mix with blood – he’d lick the cuts when he was done, get a taste right from the source and listen to Johnny whine about the sting. He wants to brush his teeth every morning and look into a mirror he broke with Johnny’s face, knows Johnny would blush every time he washed his hands and had to see it.

Ghost runs his nails down sensitive skin, leaving behind pink streaks in his wake and thinks about standing on Johnny’s chest, making him hold his full weight. He’d wear his combat boots, the ones with rough soles that could leave red marks for hours. He’d jack off on Johnny’s face, watch him desperately try to get a deep enough breath to beg. Maybe piss on him a bit – Soap hates that, hates the stench and the taste, but that just makes Simon want to do it more.

He’s already gotten Johnny used to the knife. He could force him to his knees, fuck him from the back with a hand wrapped in his mohawk and another keeping the blade steady at his throat. Johnny’s tender headed, gets bitchy quick when Ghost tugs him around by his dumbass haircut, and Ghost can imagine just how he’d panic when he realized leaning away from the hand in his hair meant leaning towards the knife. 

Ghost wants to hurt Johnny. Wants to kick him and hit him, tie him up in ways that make his joints scream then whip him until he bleeds, wants to bend him in half so Johnny can watch as his cock wrecks his hole. Wants to share a bed and listen to him bitch and moan all night about how he can’t get comfortable because of the pain, then beg for more when he wakes up hard the next morning. 

He settles for this, for now – for streaks of red from shallow cuts, for swollen nipples and lips and a cock so red and achy that it can’t be anything but painful. 

Ghost can be patient. For Johnny, he can go slowly. He knows that they’ll get closer to what he needs someday, that he can make Johnny stretch enough for the both of them.

[blingblong55]

Desperate devotion- John "Soap" MacTavish NSFW

Kinktober day 6 Based on a request: Eyyyy, blingy!! Long time no see. Saw your kinktober post and wanted to have a bite. 1, 2 and 12 with Soap, but he's getting it alllll from his Captain, Reader. Don't we just live seeing desperate men begging in heat??? You feeling me? Anyways, have a great 72 hours and stay sexy. Kitty tax cuz why not? ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, power!play, denial of orgasm, degrading, sub!Soap, established!relationship, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, dom!reader ----

The moment you stepped into the room, you were hit with a mix of excitement and nervousness. There he was—Johnny, stark naked and tied up, his hands suspended above him by a ratchet strap. The vibrating cock ring around the base of his arousal kept him achingly hard, the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum. His lust was painfully evident.

Johnny's desperate eyes widened when he saw you. "L-love, please..! I—I can't—can't take it anymore..!" he stammered, his body trembling with raw, burning need. "Please, please… PLEASE let me cum!" His voice was hoarse, pleading like he'd been denied for too long. Yet, despite his desperation, Johnny still hadn't used his safeword, 'shampoo'.

He struggled in his bonds, breathless. "I-I'm a good boy..! I’ll be good, please, love, have mercy!" His words were heavy, tinged with unshed tears, his frustration evident in every syllable. You smiled, having him exactly where you wanted—broken, submissive, and entirely yours.

"Oh, no no no," you coo, cupping his flushed cheek. "You'll be a very good boy and let me play with you a bit longer before I let you cum, yeah?" Your tone was soft but commanding.

Johnny gazed up at you, his hazel eyes wide and pleading, his cheeks a deep red from both arousal and embarrassment. The touch of your hand sent a shiver through him, making him squirm even more in his restraints. He nodded eagerly, desperate to please you, to be the good boy he knew you wanted.

"Yes, yes, of course!" he stammered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, I need you to touch me." His cock twitched, dripping more pre-cum, the vibrations making it almost impossible for him to focus.

You began teasing his body, running your hands and mouth over him. Johnny whimpered and moaned, his skin alive with sensation. He arched his back, trying to thrust forward, craving more contact. "God, love," he gasped, his voice thick with need. "Your touch… I’m yours, all yours."

Johnny’s mind was a blur of lust, everything around him fading into a haze of pleasure. He was utterly at your mercy, and he loved every second of it. "I’m your good boy," he panted, "I’ll do anything for you. Anything."

You sat on the bed and sighed, eyeing him with a smirk. "Get on your knees, touch yourself, but don’t you dare cum, you hear me?"

His eyes widened in surprise but quickly filled with excitement. He shuffled down, positioning himself on his knees, never breaking eye contact.

With a trembling hand, Johnny wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock, marvelling at how hard and sensitive it feels. "Yes, love, I hear you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I won't cum, I promise."

As Johnny begins to stroke himself, his eyes flutter shut, savouring the sensation of his touch. He varies the speed and pressure, sometimes twisting his wrist or running his thumb over the tip, always careful not to push himself too far. The vibrations from the cock ring intensify with every movement, making it harder to maintain control.

Johnny's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his body glistening with sweat. His gaze locks on you, silently begging for approval, for guidance. "Is this okay, love?" he asks, voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "Am I doing a good job?"

Despite the burning need for release, Johnny relishes the control and submission of this moment. He’s utterly devoted to you, ready to follow any command, endure any torment, just to please. As he continues to touch himself, there's a deep satisfaction in knowing he’s fulfilling your desires, proving his worth as a loyal, obedient partner.

"Such a good job," you smile, leaning in. "What are you, hm? A good boy or mummy's slut?" Your hand wraps around his neck, squeezing gently. "Speak up," you say, landing a sharp slap across his cheek.

Johnny’s eyes widen in shock as your hand tightens on his neck, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. The slap draws a gasp from his lips, his cock twitching in his hand at the mix of pain and pleasure. Quickly, he gathers himself, desperate to answer you correctly.

"I'm Mummy’s slut," Johnny blurts out, voice quivering with shame and excitement. "I’m your slut, your toy, your everything. Please, Mummy, use me however you want." The cock ring's vibrations intensify, pushing him to the edge, but he knows he has to hold back.

As Johnny strokes himself, he leans into your touch, craving more of that sweet blend of pain and pleasure. "I’m so close," he whimpers, barely able to speak. "But I won’t cum. I’ll be a good slut for you, Mummy."

Johnny's world narrows to your touch, the sensation of his hand on his cock, and the overwhelming need to prove his devotion. Lost in a haze of submission and desire, he’s consumed by love and lust for you. At this moment, he’d do anything to please you, to be the perfect slut, to earn your praise.

You lay back, patting your thigh as you lift your skirt, revealing you’re not wearing any panties. "Ready?" you ask, playing with your clit, nudging him to come closer.

Johnny’s heart races as he sees you laying back, your skirt hiked up, exposing your glistening pussy. The sight sends a surge of need through him, making his cock ache in his hand. He watches, mesmerised, as you touch yourself, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you.

"Yes, Mummy," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "I want to fuck you so badly. I want to be inside you, filling you up." Crawling forward on his knees, his eyes never leave your body. As he settles between your legs, the heat from your skin makes him dizzy with lust.

Johnny leans in, burying his face between your thighs. His tongue flicks out to taste you, savouring your arousal. "You taste so good, Mummy," he mumbles against your skin, his tongue teasing your clit. Alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks, he’s determined to bring you all the pleasure you deserve.

As Johnny ate you out with fervour, you could feel his arousal building to a fever pitch. The vibrations of the cock ring combined with the degradation and submission of the situation were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. But he fought against his impending orgasm, focusing all his energy on pleasing you, being the best slut he could be.

"You're such a worthless slut, aren't you? So needy and desperate, pathetic even," you say between moans. You pull him closer, "You want to cum?"

Johnny's heart sank at your words, a wave of humiliation washing over him. But even as he felt the sting of your degradation, he couldn't deny the electric thrill it sent through his body. He was so aroused, so desperate to please you, that the insults only seemed to fuel his desire.

"Yes, Mommy," Johnny gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "I'm your worthless slut, so needy and desperate. I'll do anything for you." He nuzzled deeper between your thighs, his tongue working tirelessly to bring you closer to the edge.

As you pulled him closer, Johnny felt a rush of excitement. Finally, he might get the release he'd been craving for so long. "Please, Mommy," he begged, his words muffled against your pussy. "Let me cum. I need it so badly. I'll be such a good slut for you, I promise."

Johnny's body shook with the effort of holding back his climax, his cock throbbing and leaking with pre-cum. He was so close to the edge, so desperate for that sweet release, but he knew he had to wait for your permission. In that moment, he would have done anything to please you, to prove his worth as your devoted slut.

Johnny's heart raced with a mix of desperation and excitement as you demanded more from him. He knew he had to dig deep and sell his begging to satisfy your sadistic desires. So, he threw himself into it with abandon, his voice rising in pitch as he pleaded for release.

"Please, Mommy, please!" Johnny cried, tears of frustration and need welling up in his eyes. "I'm begging you, let me cum! I've been so good, I've done everything you've asked, and I just need to cum so badly!" He punctuated his words with desperate whimpers and whines, his voice cracking with emotion.

Johnny's cock was throbbing so hard it was almost painful, the vibrations from the cock ring pushing him closer and closer to the brink. Pre-cum dripped steadily from his tip, making his shaft slick and slippery as he continued to stroke himself. "I'm your worthless slut, Mommy," he sobbed, his pride and dignity completely shattered. "I need you, I need your permission to cum. Please, I'll do anything, just let me cum!"

As he begged, Johnny could feel the tension in his bodybuilding to an unbearable level. He was so close, so incredibly close to that sweet, blissful release. But he knew he couldn't do it without your approval, without your permission to finally let go and give in to the overwhelming pleasure. With each passing second, his desperation grew, his pleas becoming more and more frantic as he fought against the urge to cum without permission.

You lift his chin and smile, "Cum for me."

Johnny's eyes widened as you lifted his chin, your words washing over him like a tidal wave of relief and ecstasy. "Thank you, Mommy!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with emotion. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

With your permission finally granted, Johnny let out a guttural moan as his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami. His cock pulsed and throbbed in his hand, spurting thick ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach. The vibrations from the cock ring intensified the sensation, making him see stars as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Johnny's whole body shook and twitched with the force of his climax, his toes curling and his fingers clenching around his spent cock. He had never cum so hard in his life, the release sending shockwaves of bliss through every nerve ending. As he came down from his high, he collapsed forward, his face nestled against your thigh, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Mommy," Johnny whimpered, his voice hoarse and raw. "That was incredible. Thank you for letting me cum. I love you so much." He pressed soft kisses to your inner thigh, basking in the afterglow of his intense orgasm and the feeling of utter devotion and submission to you.

Tags: @anonymuslydumb @goldenmclaren @moonsua1 @Krinoid24 @frizzseaberries @frazie99 @katybaby00 @saoirse06 @vampsquerade @alxexhearts @tiredmetalenthusiast @jinxxangel13 @strangepuppynightmare @enarien @luvecarson @coralwitchdreamland @ikohniik @strawberrychita @queen-ilmaree @Llelannie @Macnches2 @talooolaaloolla @skelletonwitch @bittermajesties @1234beeandpuppycat @sparky--bunny @honestlyhiswife @who-can-appease-me @ghostwifeyy @konigssultwithghost @pinkblossomsworld @lovelyvqer @nobodys-coffee @the_royal_bee @soapybutt17 @asianbutnotjapanese @a-goose-with-a-knife @foxface013 @thegreyjoyed @mychemichalimalance @marshiely @iruzias @sleepyycatt @believeinthefireflies95 @noodlezz-bedo @trinthealternate @azkza @VampyTheGoth

[thisnoah]

SoapGhost but Italy edition

[Ref: Lionfield]