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eiraeths · 16 days
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ghost never liked being in photos. even as a kid he avoided them at all costs. this extended into his military career and as a result, there’s no photos of him with any squad mates. not even the 141. when his family died, it was something next to disheartening to realize there’s no proof he was ever in their lives. he told himself it was for the best, like a mantra every night it kept him up. he never expected johnny to go first. never expected to regret all those years avoiding photos. there’s no photographic proof he was ever in soap’s life. pictures are all that’s left of soap and none of them have any sense of belonging to ghost.
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ghostsbaby · 8 months
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Okay but I’ve had this idea stuck in my mind for the past few days.
Reader and price been fucking on the downlow for a long ass time. whole nine yards right?
One day soap or someone idk who brings his fiancé to meet his team at like a party or some shit.
Its reader and they been together for years.
Price immediately knows its the same chick he be sleeping with on the regs
He would definitely make sly comments all night until he takes her aside and basically is hella mean while fucking her, calls her names, brings up her partner yknow the works of daddy price and sends her back to whoever it is filled with his cum and deffo took her panties even tho she’d still come crawling back to him if he didnt
I hope you like it 🙈🙈🙈🖤🖤🖤
pairings - captain john price x female reader & a hint of soap
word count - i will update on my comp
warnings - smut, unprotected piv, name calling, spanking, daddy kink, age gap probably cause i have issues
His eyes fell on you the moment Soap announced he brought a special guest. His breath getting stuck in his throat from the surprise he had seeing you with his sergeant and a rock on your finger.
Your pretty eyes didn't meet his until he downed the newly poured whiskey in his glass. Anger filling his body as the liquid coats his throat, not leaving a burn as bad as this one was.
Memories of you undressing for him cloud his mind before his eyes snap down to Soap’s hand gripping your waist, trailing down back to your ass. His ass.
The same ass he fucks, touches, kisses, slaps. His.
The glass in his hand could have shattered with how hard his grip was, setting it down to pour another straight. He watched as everyone stormed towards you and his sergeant. The same one who would brag to 141 about you. If only he knew who the lad was talking about back then, he wouldn’t have had the same reaction as before.
Never would have told him to marry you.
Gaz patted his shoulder, making the captain look away from you for a quick pause, mind not being able to forget how truly beautiful you are.
“She seems great for him. Really sweet, definitely his type now that I see her. No wonder he was hiding her.”
Price only made a sound, grunting before his tongue slipped as his fist closed.
“Seems like a whore from what I see.”
Eyes fixated on you he took another swig, setting it down on the table to make his exit outside for a cigar before Gaz could defend. Your stomach twisted in knots as you watched from the arms of your fiancé.
Saying a few words to the faces interested in knowing your name, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Your feet carried you down the hall and out the back door to fresh air instead, nose coming in contact with the smell of the man you knew secretly.
"My sargeant?"
John wasted no time, voice ringing through you, his chest making contact with your back the moment he threw his cigar on the ground.
"Your sargeant? like I'm supposed to know you-"
He cut you off, body against the wall of the building before you could finish the pathetic excuse to as why you weren't the one attached to his arm when he walked in.
"Who am I?"
He growled, undoing his belt, unzipping the zipper of his pants behind you before he stopped, waiting for you to answer.
"J-Joh-"
"Who am I?" voice louder in your ear, hiking your short dress off your thighs and over your ass, panties being pulled down to your ankles.
"Daddy!"
You whimpered, feeling the tip of his hard cock being lined up, budding at your entrance. John didn’t like waiting when it came to you, he was never good at that.
"That's right, I’m daddy. And daddy’s fucking angry.”
Price’s hand makes hard contact with your ass. His ass. The one he’s finally touching again. Marking you as in mine.
“And that fiancé of yours, works for your daddy.” His lips press against your neck, nose inhaling your sweet scent of perfume and clean hair. Cock pushing in the same time his hand sneaks over your mouth.
He hears you cry for him, muffled and desperate, sliding his thick cock out once to hear silence, before slamming back inside your tight pussy and listening to you sing to him, legs wanting to cross.
Price isn’t sweet or tender, no he’s fucking your hole until it’s sore and puffy, cum leaking down your thighs the rest of the night while you walk funny. Avoiding his intense stare as you hang onto Soap for help, hoping he won’t notice the change, or the marks and bruises his captain left.
“Make you go back in there full of my cum like a whore. Is that all you’re good for? Not satisfied with just one cock?”
He said through gritted teeth, each thrust seemingly harder than the last. Wanting you to remember this one, out of all of the times you’ve spent with the captain behind closed doors, he wanted this time to really leave a mark.
“Gonna make your rounds and fuck Ghost next behind his back? Should I say mine too.”
For a moment you could hear his voice get soft, hurt even. He now understood why you never wanted to go out anywhere. But the pace of his cock told you he was fucking out of anger, even if he sounded like it.
You stayed silent outside of the whimpers and moans he drew out of you.His cock stretched you better than Soaps. Far more wide, almost beating him in length when he pushed all the way in, balls slapping your skin.
He knew you can’t last long, with how hard he’s fucking into your already spent cunt, there was no way you could last even a fucking minute. So cock drunk on the way he holds you up, gripping your body tightly with his strong hands.
His grunts get increasingly louder, knowing he won’t be able to last as long either with the way your pussy wraps so tightly around his cock like a Christmas present. But he’s not letting you cum.
“I hope you fucking try them, Princess. Hope you feel the disappointment of their cocks as they try and fill you the way Daddy does.”
John says harsh, grunting before he bites on your earlobe.
“Hope you feel the same disappointment I felt when you walked in the room. On his fucking arm.”
His thrusts became heavy, cumming inside your pulsing cunt with hard slaps from his hips, making sure to milk every drop with how tight you felt around him.
Hearing exactly how he made you feel as your whines filled his ears, making his cock still stand as he pulled out, cum still leaking from the tip of his cock. John set your dress back down, holding you still against the wall. Your panties ending up in his pocket.
“You’re mine, doll. Not his, not even with that stupid ring on your finger.”
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avianii · 4 months
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MY HANDS. ARE SHAKIMG
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WE GOT THE GUY. ONLY TOOK LIKE...2 HOURS BUT WE GOT HIM
@kazanskys-mitchell @alygatorcrocodile we are literally so pro
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weaper-reaper · 1 year
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Im returning to my roots.. consumed with writing nothing but monster p*rn for the Kindle girlies. I will resist, but this sideblog may become nothing more then what it is.
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wispscribbles · 3 months
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I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)
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If no hug then why hug-shaped???
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ghost-with-a-teacup · 10 days
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"Oh fuck," you whimper out. "I think I feel you in my guts."
"Fuckin hell bonnie, I can see him in your guts," Johnny says, a finger tracing the outline of Simon's cock over your abdomen.
You shudder at the feeling, clenching down harder which makes Simon grunt in response.
They each share a glance, an unspoken agreement made before Simon picks up his pace.
At the same time, Johnny turns to pressing his hand down on the imprint, making you cry out as you throw an arm over your face.
Simon lets out a disgruntled 'tsk' before prying your arm away.
"Let me see you love."
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nenayaquisieras · 3 months
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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furiosophie · 10 months
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i think it's good to remember sometimes that at their core they're all fucking idiots
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temeyes · 3 months
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to this day, they still don't believe him
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miilkybnn · 6 months
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y’all know that one audition tape Neil did? Yeah, so anyways make it Soap
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yooo-lets-go · 1 year
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Oooh how do Ghost and Soap get together in your stories???
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Smooth operator
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wombywoo · 11 months
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sick leave.
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paperclipninja · 28 days
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I'm gonna sound very old person yells at cloud but I don't care, I feel like I need to say this. We all (well most of us) know that messaging Neil with any headcanons/theories/wishes/hopes/dreams to do with the show is a no-go because it could potentially compromise the story he wants to tell or ends up telling. And yes, he is a grown up who chooses what to respond to etc and I think it's wonderful he engages with fans and answers a lot of lovely and interesting questions about his process, writing and journey etc.
However, there is another reason not to send theories and ideas about how the show should go to the show creator in the hope of a response: it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether a theory is correct, or a speculation may or may not play out. That is why fandom exists.
Online fandom is where we all come together to yell and cry and throw around weird-ass ideas and theories and look at art and read fanfic and unite in our love of characters and a show. A huge part of being in fandom, is the way fandom theories become like an understood little bit of fanon lore that some people attach to, others disregard. But it doesn't matter. And part of the fun of fandom, is when a new season or a new episode of the show comes out, you have this collective catalogue of ideas and theories and headcanons and you get to yell and scream, "omg it happened1" or "lol that that thing was ever talked about" or "thank god that theory didn't come to pass".
Wanting to know now (not that we ever will) and not wanting to wait until the next season to find out the answers diminishes the fandom experience. I cannot stress enough how much we are in the absolute peak of the fandom experience right now. The between seasons time is the ultimate time to be a part of a fandom (as I'm sure many people are well aware), knowing there's another season coming energises everyone to create and connect and speculate and it's glorious! I know it feels like it'll be like this forever, but it won't. Next season is the last and yes, there will be a flurry and uptick of all the energy and excitement once again, and I absolutely believe Good Omens fandom will live on and remain active and thrumming. But there won't be theories and what ifs and hunting for clues for the next season, and over time it will dwindle a little and plateau and some people will fall into other fandoms, and while it will probably bubble away, there won't be the anticipation that sits with us now.
My point is, fandom is where we get to throw around ideas and flail and be ridiculous and also serious sometimes, but it's all for us. For the fans. Showing Neil theories or getting in a flap about a particular speculation and asking if x, y, or z might happen isn't just about putting the creator in an awkward spot, it takes away what fandom is about. Just let this time be ours. If you haven't been in fandom before, enjoy it! Don't be in a hurry to seek definitive answers or know things either way.
It doesn't matter if any or none or all of the things that float around end up being correct or incorrect. Fandom isn't about being right. It's about being a part of a community and being able to share ideas and it's about it being FUN.
So TL;DR Stop sending Neil fan ideas because that is for fandom, not for the creator.
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tb-png · 10 months
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catching up on some Zzz - 🧼🧢👻
there’s something so intimately cute and just adorably human about people squished together in a train napping
OKAY HC TIME HEHE:
- ghost has soft shoulders, soapgaz love it
- gaz has specific music if he wants to listen to something while he sleeps, soap can sleep to anything so they always share earbuds
- ghost listens to whatever shuffle puts on
- soap always takes up the most space + needs to cuddle SOMETHING
- ghost tries to stay awake & alert (book in hand, 1 earbud out) but he gets too cozy btwn them
- as the big strong boyfriend, ghost knows he should be looking out for them, he always gets this crushing anxiety about being unable to protect his team and his loved ones. With Soapgaz tho, he knows that his srgs are some of the most capable ppl, that can hold their own (and even protect him too) so when his eyes get heavy, for once in his life he feels comfortable just sleeping
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iifishizzleii · 1 month
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“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-
eeughhhaa🤨
brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧
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rusticfurnace · 13 days
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the 42C heat is making me want to skin myself alive but atleast soap is enjoying himself
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