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A little treat for you all until I post again (о´∀`о)

Tiny Ghost 💕😭

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I’m back (^з^)-☆

Tiny Ghost saga continues: ✨Mission with Ghost✨

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There is a edited and a unedited version, lmk which one is better! 💕

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Pt. 3 of the tiny Ghost saga

Soap is tired

(Chonky Soap supremacy 🙌)

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Tiny Ghost is back!!!💕

On Microsoft Paint (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

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Soap the Tank Engine

I‘m so sorry 😭💀

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Ghost and Soap Fantasy AU

Yippie （≧∇≦）

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Ghost Metalhead AU

🫣😳

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the worst groomsman ever - john 'soap' mactavish

johnny wanted you. but not in the way that your husband wanted you. johnny had been such a good man to your husband, he basically was the groom given how much he helped you out!

so, he deserved a little 'thank you' for all the help. while you tried offering him money, he wanted something different. and that left you, on your wedding day, under john mactavish.

it was three hours before the wedding was supposed to start and johnny finally got his wish of being able to batter that sweet pussy with his impressive cock. he was very proud of the fact that he was a little over eight inches, and that every last inch could fit in your cute little cunt.

if he didn't have you in a headlock in that moment as his tip kissed your womb, he would've used up all the storage on his phone taking photos and videos of you taking him so well.

"aye, you like when my cock touched yer little womb." he growled in your ear. you were fighting back tears as he pummeled your pussy, bruising you, "gotta put a bit of me in ya before ya marry yer man."

he continued to fucking ruin you on the bed, your dress hung so neatly by the large mirror. it was your wedding day and you were getting your pussy ruined inside out by a man you weren't going to marry.

"such a pretty gal." he purred, "might not marry ya, but i'll keep that tummy nice and pudgy." he licked the tear off your cheek and you almost came in that moment.

johnny was a sick fuck.

when he finished, you heard a knock on the bride suite. it was johnny's cue to disappear before people started to wonder where he was. he gave that bare pussy a pat before he was doing up his tie.

the wedding went off without any problems. you kissed your husband on the lips as johnny's pearly cum made roost in your womb.

however, it was difficult to explain nine months after your wedding why your newborn son had dazzling blue eyes despite your husband having a soft brown. and why johnny had been so eager to help you set up the nursery. <3

(i want to apologize to the sanctity of marriage)

A Little Blood Never Hurt Nobody ✦ ︎John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day VI: Period Sex

summary: the best boyfriend in the world relieves you of your pain tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, period sex, vagina blood, john being the sweetest gentleman, fluff, soft sex, p in v, pet names, praise, author tries really hard at accents wc: 2k a/n: not me being on my period rn

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You settled into the cozy embrace of your makeshift cocoon, surrounded by layers of warmth - a plush comforter and soft blankets enveloping your body. Nestled within this comforting sanctuary, you applied a heating pad to your stomach, its gentle warmth soothing the persistent discomfort caused by the pinching of your uterus. A full bottle of water stood within easy reach on your nightstand. Despite the discomfort, you found solace in the carefully prepared comforts that eased the pain sensation, allowing you to find a semblance of relief within the embrace of your bedding.

All you need is your man, the one you were missing dearly.

John had went to the store to buy you some supplies: enough pads and tampons for the week and a list of your favorite snacks so you won't get hangry.

As you lay in bed, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from closing, you were jolted awake by the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut. The rustling of plastic bags filled the air, growing louder as the footsteps approached the door to your room.

“Ay, sweet bonnie,” he says as he enters the room. He greets you with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he steps closer. He carefully places the bags on your bed, the weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. You slowly peek out from underneath your cozy bedding, feeling curious and excited as you glance from the bags to his face.

“Thank you,” you say, sitting up, digging through the grocery bags, pulling out the treats waiting inside. You heard John laugh, taking the boxes of feminine products in his arms. Never mind a week; these will last you months.

“Anythin’ fer ye’” he winked, adoring you with his loving gaze.

“Ah’ll go stash these aweay,” he ducks into the bathroom, boxes in hand. Your eyes were glued to his large biceps, each covered in intricate tattoos running up and down his muscular arms. You bit your lip as your gaze traveled lower, noting the plush roundness of his ass and the thick hardness of his thighs.

“John?” You called out, setting the bag of snacks to the side. He called back, the sound of boxes knocking around before the swift sound of a cupboard closing followed.

"Can you come here?" You asked, your fingers gently grasping the edges of the soft sheets. Obediently, he reappeared in the doorway, his eyes meeting yours with an expectant gaze. "Need somethin’ else, princess?" he teased playfully, his tone warm and affectionate. You knew he would go to any lengths to fulfill your requests, whether big or small. His willingness to please you was evident in every gesture and word.

"Yes," you respond quietly, meeting his piercing gaze with apprehension and anticipation. You hope that he'll understand your unspoken message. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he crosses his arms, his icy eyes never leaving yours. His gaze briefly flickers to your concealed body before he takes a silent step forward, his presence looming over you from the edge of the bed.

“Ye gonnae tell me, or am I gonnae have tah figure it out?”

"Please, John," you pleaded, your heart racing as you reached out for him, your small fingers sliding against his warm, calloused digits, urging him to come closer. John hesitated momentarily, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, before finally complying with a mix of a weary sigh and a grunt. He shifted in front of you, his muscular frame towering over you, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he peeled back the soft comforter as he settled in facing you.

“Only because ye look so desperate.” he chuckled, taking the heating pad and tossing it to the side, replacing it with his hands. His touch caressed and massaged your lower stomach, pulling an airy sigh from your chest. After a few moments, he slipped them up higher, pulling your thin tank top from your body and tossing it to the floor.

His hands cupped your tender, swollen breasts, gently squeezing them as he sighed; his gaze zeroed on your body with a burning lust as he kneaded the soft, doughy flesh of your chest. You let out a soft whine, your body sinking further into the mattress, enjoying the feel of John’s large, warm hands pawing at your pliant body.

“Gorgeous girl,” he purred, his fingers dipping into the seam of your shorts before slipping them off your legs, leaving you fully nude in front of him.

“Gonnae make ye feel all better,” he promised, reaching behind his back to tug his shirt over his head, showcasing his thick and hairy chest trailing down his hard muscles and into his jeans. He tugs off his belt before sitting to the side to shuck off his pants, followed by his briefs.

“I love you,” you whispered as he crawled back over you, bracketing you with his thick arms. He grinned down at you, his smile toothy and his eyes crinkling.

“I love ye too, sweet girl,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before descending to your lips, groaning into your mouth as his hand pumped his growing erection, preparing himself to enter you.

You looked down, moaning as you watched him jerk himself off. As he slowly pumped closer to his tip, you licked your lips as pre dribbled from his slit, sliding down towards his fingers. You reached outwards, wrapping your hand around him, your fingers barely touching with how thick he was. Collecting his pre cum in your digits, you swiped them down his cock, coating his cock in his slippery essence for a smoother glide.

He grunted above you, his eyes narrowing as his lips parted, moaning from your soft touch. You squeezed his base, guiding him towards your bleeding hole, pulsing with desire.

The moment his tip caught against your entrance, John was pushing his hips forward, his cock sliding inside, filling you up completely with little to no resistance.

“Steamin’ Jesus, yer so tight!” John hissed, his hands wrapping around your middle, burying his face in your neck as he pushed his hips forward. His dog tags clinked as they pressed against your chest, the cool metal causing you to shiver.

You whimpered as his hips pulled back before pressing back in. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, but if his loud noises were anything to go by, you knew he wanted to pummel you into next week. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping your nails into his back as he picked up a steady rhythm, his deep strokes punching the air from your lungs.

John leaned up on his hands, his chain dangling in front of you as his blue eyes stared down into yours. One hand curled over the headboard as the other planted against your lower back, arching your hips closer to his thrusting cock.

“Fuck, ye feel so damn good,” he moaned, more words of praise spilling from his mouth as he pounded you into the bed, his fingers trailing toward your pussy before reaching underneath your hood and rubbing circles onto your clit.

You glanced downwards at your combined bodies; eyes glazed over as his cock pulled out before sinking back in, coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal, creating a thick and slimy texture that stuck to your thighs.

“John,” you whimpered, mouth falling open as your cunt clenched around him at the sight, his thumb rubbing faster at your sensitive nub as his pace quickened. You tossed your head back, hands reaching behind you to grasp onto the pillow underneath your head, eyes squeezing shut as you moaned uncontrollably.

“I ken, I ken,” he grunted, his pace faltering slightly, hips stuttering as his cock twitched hard inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over with each involuntary jump.

You were so much more sensitive than usual, not just your quivery pussy but your body as well; each touch and simple caress of his rough hands felt like they were melting away your skin, their heat licking fire into your veins, causing your head to spin and your limbs to tremble.

“M’gonna cum!” you wailed, crying out as John lifted your hips higher, his cock slamming even deeper inside you, barely pulling out as your greedy pussy clamped around him as if it couldn't bare the thought of him leaving you like it had a consciousness of its own.

“Me too, fuck!” He whimpered, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your waist, tugging you down onto his prick with every forceful thrust of his hips.

With one final thrust, you felt his warm cum spurt inside of you, rope after rope, as John’s slow grinds triggered your release; you both moaned in unison, clutching onto each other for dear life as you both rode out your highs together, debauched sounds of pleasure filling the confined space of your bedroom.

As John pulled out of you, a pink mixture of your combined fluids leaked out of you, paused by John’s thumb as he pushed it back in, groaning at the sight of your stretched hole spreading wider to accept him.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless as a proud smile spread across his face. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as he looked down at you, studying your expression for any signs of discomfort.

You smiled a lazy, contented smile, your eyes barely peeking open to look up at him. A warm, post-sex glow illuminated your face as you nodded slowly, still trying to catch your breath.

He leaned down, pressing a hard and wet smooch to your stomach before pulling back to kiss your clit, sucking it into his mouth with short flicks of his tongue.

“John!” you whimpered, tugging him away by his hair. He let out a loud bark of laughter, slapping the side of your thigh before reluctantly pulling away. “Jus’ showin’ her some extra love,” he winked before laying beside you and pulling you into his chest.

“Wan’ me teh run ye’ a bath?” he asked, nosing his face against your cheek before kissing your temple. You nodded before burying your face into his chest, letting out a deep sigh as you closed your eyes, letting sleep overtake you.

You were awakened when you felt arms scoop underneath you, gently carrying you into the washroom.

“Sorry, I had teh wake ye.’” you looked up at John’s face as he settled you into the warm water, bottles of bath oils, and a bag of bath salts sitting on the side.

He settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his chest, resting his head over your head. You could feel his cock begin to harden behind you before his mouth began pressing messy kisses against your shoulder.

You looked behind you, meeting his lips with a slow yet passionate kiss of your own before turning around to face him, before reaching behind you to grab his cock. His hands traveled up your waist as you sat down, his cock slipping back inside you, pushing his cum back into your body.

You slumped against him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you warmed his cock. Closing your eyes again with another pleasure-filled sigh, you buried your nose into his neck, relishing his gentle touch as his hands massaged your back. John watched you with a loving smile, kissing your head as you fell back asleep in his embrace. He knew he would take good care of you—just like he always did.

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Sweet Like Cinnamon ✦ John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day IX: Praise Kink

summary: just tell him he’s a good boy, okay? tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, the author tried really hard at accents, degradation in the beginning, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, fluff, body worship, john being a suckup, pet names, p in v, facesitting

wc: 1.1k

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“M’sorry, hen! M’sorry!” Your boyfriend whimpered from beneath you, his body convulsing, clinging desperately onto your hips as you bounced on top of his length.

“Hush.” You demanded, pressing your palm to his lips, glaring down at him as he gazed up at you, his brows upturned and tears forming in his eyes. He arched his back, chasing the pleasure you were giving him as you slowed your pace to a slow grind.

“Please!” Came his muffled sob. His pleading eyes stared up at you as his hips bucked up into you, his feet planted on the bed as leverage to fuck into your tight pussy. You raised your hips until only his tip was left inside. You watched John squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself for when your hips dropped, enveloping his cock in your gummy walls.

He whispered your name underneath your hand, peering his eyes open when you kept still, placing your hand against his pelvis, pushing him towards the bed as you steadied yourself. You removed your hand from his mouth, settling it beside the other.

You raised one eyebrow in a subtle display of skepticism, locking eyes with his tear-filled gaze with your own icy, unwavering stare. After silence, you watched John’s shoulders relax, his tense muscles unwinding as he released a choked sigh.

You grinned, sinking onto his thick cock, spearing yourself with an airy sigh, moaning out as the tip of his cock snuggly pressed up against your sore G-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“M’serious bonnie,” John whined, his fingers sinking into your skin. “M’really–”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” you growled, quickly setting an unforgiving pace, raising your body on and off his cock, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, using him for your pleasure as you chased your high.

For the past hour, you've been keeping him on edge, refusing his release while you chase yours over and over. You were angry because he canceled the date he had planned at the last minute, claiming he was out with his friends while you were getting ready.

John's heart sank as he heard the deafening silence on the other end of the phone. It spoke volumes, conveying a message of anger and disappointment that needed no words. Hastily bidding farewell to his friends, John made a beeline for home, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. When he arrived, he found you already dressed in your regular attire; your expression twisted into an angry scowl. It was clear that he was in for it.

“I ken, I ken,” he whimpered, his blunt nails piercing your soft skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I’ll… I’ll make it up teh ye’.” he moans, tilting his head back, baring his neck to you.

“You are making it up to me,” placing your hands against his pectorals, one hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing gently. “Right now,” you finished with deep breaths, glaring down at his pliant body.

John reached up, gripping the hand squeezing his throat. He reopened his eyes, mouth falling open as whorish moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls and into your ears. Your eyes softened at his pretty face contorted in pleasure, his gaze teary and pleading as your fingers curled deeper into his neck.

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, picking up the pace, fucking him until you were both moaning out uncontrollably. You arched your back, resting your hands on his knees, grinding your pussy back and forth, side to side, and in quick circles as his cock twitched inside you.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” you could tell he was nearing his release, smirking as he swiftly nodded, his eyes wide, pale blues sparkling with anticipation and desire.

“Go on, baby,” you purred, rubbing your nails through his sweaty brown locks sticking to his dewy skin. “Come for me.” Your smile widened as he let out a sharp cry, his hands pushing and pulling at your smaller body as his hips fucked into you in tandem, his cock jerking angrily inside of you before it jumped, spurting endless ropes into your womb with a silent scream.

“Good boy,” you cooed, refusing to slow your pace until he let out a painful groan, pulling your body up and off his sensitive cock. You cringed as his release slipped out of your gaping pussy, spilling onto his softening erection and down his length, coating his sack in a lewd mixture of your fluids.

John let out another whimper, lifting his head as he watched the sinful display of your combined releases coating his cock, causing a deep shiver to run up and down his body.

You smirked down at him, hands perching against the headboard as you shifted your body above him until your knees rested on either side of his head, trapping him underneath you. John stared up at you, his eyes unblinking as his mouth parted in awe.

“You gonna be good and clean me up?” you asked condescendingly, tilting your head to the side, your hair following suit.

He nodded again, running his hands up and down your body. His voice was airy and low as he whispered, "Please…”

“I’ll give you what you want,” you promised as you lowered your dripping cunt onto his mouth, tilting your head back with another sigh. “Fuck that's it,”

You ground your hips back and forth, moaning out as his tongue fucked in and out of your soft folds, sucking your clit into his mouth as he made out with your pussy, sounds of his muffled sucking and slurping causing heat to rise to your cheeks and yet he never seemed so at peace with your thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck John, I'm so close!” you cried, digging your nails deep into his scalp, guiding his movements as you rocked forward, chasing your high, wailing out as you stared up at the ceiling before your eyes rolled back; your vision going dark as you let out one final cry before drowning his face in your essence, jerking your pussy over his face until his nose dug into your delicate pearl. He shook his face from side to side, burying his face deeper in between your thighs, swallowing your sweet slick, not caring if he couldn't breathe.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your grip relaxing before running through his hair, swiping back the strands stuck to his skin. He whined against your core, large hands tugging you forward when you tried to lift them away.

“Please,” came his garbled plea, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass. “One more time,” he panted, his tongue flicking around your sensitive nub pulsing in response.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you grinned, your chest heaving with exertion, but you knew couldn't say no—not to him.

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Me to the ending of COD 3

🧼👻

Soap fics from other creators

Red= dark fic

Orange- fem reader

Green- g/n Reader

Purple- male reader

? - I'm not exactly sure

(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)

Calling him by his name - @baohanhanesel

Fishy business - @lovifie

Throat mics - @tocka-ibris

Second chance - @bookbrokelibrarian

Repeat until death - @kcmactavish ?

Childhood friend - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Soap x Male Reader - @rodolfoparras

Brain rot - @embry-garrick

Muscle / body worship - @gatorbites-imagines

Government asset- @charliemwrites f reader

Enamored - @rowarn

Souvenir - @syoddeye

Soulmate au - @all-purpose-dish-soap ?

Dividers by - @cafekitsune

Header from - Pinterest

Color study & quick sketch 🧼(refined)

new blog and new fandom ?? who is xe >:)

JOHNNY BOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! live laugh Johnny Soap MacTavish !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll probably draw ghost as well soon I'm jus eeby ..

foa p.

guys girl or boy 💥

I wouldn't actually hc ghost as trans I just really wanted an excuse to make this trend HEHHEHHEHEH.

I went to scotland a couple months ago and behold the results

Collab with fluff_fae on tweeter for the Ghoap server Equinox event

went with some winter soldiered Soap working for Konni group :3

because we love to hurt <3

Reminder, Soap is a freak .

Fully becoming the fun police because the tiktok hc devil got some of you believing hcs are canon 😭

No, Soap doesn't have ADHD. As a sniper and demolitions expert, someone with ADHD wouldn't be able to do the work effectively, it requires extreme focus for extended periods of time, and literally nothing in the game or his behavior indicates he has ADHD.

Yes, Ghost passes his psych evals. He NEEDS to be mentally stable in order to be part of the SAS, otherwise he'd be pulled out no matter how much Price likes him. There are no indications in the game or voice lines that show otherwise, he's able to hold his own weight and is likely on therapy and medication to help with his trauma and nightmares.

No, Soap doesn't have 10 sisters. He doesn't even have a family.

Yes, comic Ghost is canon to 22 Ghost. Literally nothing indicates otherwise, every single character in the remake kept their canon pasts, why would Ghost be an exception?

No, König isn't shy. He's snarky and cocky in all his voice lines, not a single trace of shyness in this man.

No, none of these grown men need a pink blanket from their childhood to sleep.💀 Infantilizing grown men is weird enough as it is, and I feel like some of you forget these men are soldiers— the best of the best, used to extreme conditions that could break regular people, they're not babies or mentally unstable teenagers, it's weird to treat them as such.

While we're at it, some of you make Price act like a fucking nonce and it's weird. No, he wouldn't date an 18 year old child. Probably the youngest he'd go to is 30s, some of you forget the huge difference in maturity age gaps always have and how he wouldn't want to date a pouty child, especially with his line of work and how often he's gone. A relationship with this man would require plenty of mutual understanding, communication skills, trust, and maturity.

ANYWAY NSOSNWLSMALQ