Eszter990 🧼💀

Yes, completely different men, Johnny. Absolutely. 😬🤭

Soap calling Ghost “big man”
Ghost calling Soap “short stack”
#ghostsoap

Haha same, at least I got some stuff done 😅 but we're back now!

Ao3 doesn't let me in, either.
Neither does twt, but I guess that it's a blessing in disguise 🤣

It's apparently a cloudfare global network issue, I can barely connect to any site 🫠🫠

With the holidays coming up and to celebrate my dog being cancer free I am happy to say that I am ready to do another event! but with a twist!! I want to bind your finished fic for you! Please read over the rules and follow the link to the form

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Your last saved meme is your moral philosophy.

I approve this one's message, regardless of the species 👌

Hey @mwmpregweek25.bsky.social here's my entry for SFW Day 1 (Positive tests) entry for #MWMpregWeek2025

📖Perfect shot📖

📄Omegaverse #Ghoap w/goofy & sweet Ghost figuring out Soap's pregnant.

CW⚠️Mpreg, fluff, humour & scent fiend Ghost
#CoD #FandomHappyFic

archiveofourown.org/works/74343426

😊❤️

You're so kind, I'm glad you enjoyed it 😏🤗💙

Congratulations, Zef! 🎉🎉🎉 (and also happy birthday to your brother :D)

No, but once he’s kept his promise, once he’s fucked Simon nice and open, he will tell him anyway.
And well, it’s far from the worst deal in the world, one Soap takes gladly, every single time.
(45/45)

“If I /ever/ say no to that question, just shoot me, aye?”
Simon finally chuckles with him, posture a bit more relaxed. Soap still wants to ask, to know what happened that caused such a hard crash, but he knows this isn’t the time yet. (44/45)

Helps him let go and be nobody, even if he’s Soap’s whole fucking world.
“You mean it?” Simon asks after long minutes of silence.
“Meant what?” Soap hums against Simon’s neck, kissing him idly.
“Want to fuck me?”
Soap grins into his Lt’s skin, hand coming up to cup his flushed cheek. (43/45)

His face is blissed out, drool and tears marking those red cheeks, and Soap is /finally/ allowed to join him on the floor, wrapping Simon into a trembling hug.
But they don’t speak, not for a long time. Soap lets Simon rest, gives him the chance to do /nothing/ for the first time today. (42/45)

He massages them, milking him for every drop he has to give, coating his tongue with more come for him to swallow.
Soap blinks the stars out of his vision to watch Simon clean him up, not wasting a drop. (41/45)

His orgasm rips through Soap, grinding into Simon’s eager mouth, shooting his shot deep inside his throat, mourning that Simon can’t even taste him like that. His Lt must think the same, he pulls back halfway into Soap’s mind-bending high and closes his fist around Soap’s balls. (40/45)

Keeps swallowing, making sure Soap feels his throat constrict around the intrusion even when he’s clearly out of air.
Soap heaves, “Fuck, love, come on now,” snapping his hips because he can’t hold back anymore, and when Simon closes his eyes in submission, he /knows/ he can let go. (39/45)

He comes back up for one last breath, laves his tongue all over Soap’s oversensitive tip, playing with the slit, lapping up precome. Then he takes him whole once more, and stays there longer than ever. (38/45)

hand too to help Simon, to feel /some/ control. And Simon lets him, lets Soap fuck his face for a short time until Soap is nothing but a babbling mess, /then/ he goes for the kill. (37/45)

“Will fuck you so good,” Soap shudders, pulling on Simon’s blonde locks in earnest now, a bit mean, just how they like it. “Yer mine, Simon, jus’ mine, fuck–”
Simon’s moans turn desperate, his movements less coordinated as Soap scoots right onto the edge of his seat and uses his other (36/45)

Simon takes it upon himself to decide, and he seems to be determined to suck Soap’s brain right out of his cock. He forces himself down again, spit bubbling in the corner of his mouth pulled taut, hands rolling his heavy balls, goading Soap closer to his release. (35/45)

And if it isn’t the hottest thing Soap has ever seen and /felt/, he curses and pleads for Simon to stop because he doesn’t want to finish just yet, but also to never stop and be always this good to him. (34/45)

Soap shouts, pleasure rising high and Simon has to hold him down with one hand to his stomach, unwilling to part from Soap, using his last breath to swallow around him. (33/45)

Instead of pulling off and telling Soap to go fuck himself he does it /for him/, going down on him as much as possible, nose pressing into Soap’s trimmed pubes. (32/45)

He massages Soap’s balls, just on this side of too much, his other hand grabbing Soap’s arm, guiding his hand back into his hair.
Soap smiles as his finger tug and claim for the first time tonight, an involuntary buck of his hips surprise Simon into a delighted groan. (31/45)

Soon enough he speeds up, swallowing down Soap like he was born to do it, moaning and drooling around his length. Each time he stays down longer, lets the fat cockhead block his airway, eyes never leaving Soap. (30/45)

breather. He’s still staring into Soap’s eyes as he eases himself down again, a warm palm cupping Soap’s balls. He bobs his head, slowly first just to get used to the cock in his mouth bullying down his throat. (29/45)

He gags, once, twice before the reflex lets up, finds solace in the hand that is petting his reddening face.
“Easy now.” Soap’s voice is strained, lust and reverence lacing his words. “We have all night.”
Simon nods minutely, easing up on his efforts in favour of pulling back for a (28/45)

All he has to do is allow Simon to do it how he wants to.
And Simon doesn’t waste a moment, swallows the whole of Soap who scrambles for purchase as his cockhead bumps into the back of Simon’s throat. (27/45)