Bob McGee

Slowly, he put the finger in, and at the same time, he felt something enetering him the same way.

A breathless laugh escaped his lips. Then, an idea. A fucked up one, but an idea nonetheless.

No, Ghost was never a good person. And he never tried to be one.

(17/17)

Ghost was frozen in place, a bit shaky. Been years he felt something inside him. He doesn't even use his fingers to fuck himself, prefering to simply rub his dick.

He pick it up and tried again, surely it was just in his head. (16/17)

No needles, no body fluids of other people. It looked like a normal sex toy. Well made too, Ghost had to admit. Looked real enough. Soft and tender, like a real person.

When he ventured to put his finger inside the toy's pussy, he jolted, dropping it to the ground. (15/17)

He doesn't want that thing in his room, who knows who or what went inside that thing.

He approached his bed carefully, as if waiting for that thing to jump on him and attack him. But nothing happened. Not less suspicious.

Ghost took the toy and looked around. (14/17)

But here he is, alone in his room, with a toy he knows he damn well know he doesn't own nor bought on his bed. He checked the locks, checked for any signs of invasion, but there were none.
So... Let's say it is real, all those stories. Now what? (13/17)

connected to the person you thought about it.

It simply appears in the person's room, no rhyme or reason. Ghost thought it was the most lame and pathetic story he's ever heard. A magical sex toy? Really? (12/17)

Mostly on the internet, true, so he never gave too much attention. Surely, it was something impossible, maybe a dream someone confused as real life and decided to post about online, and thus making a chain reaction of other people also saying the same shit about a magic toy that (11/17)

Mirroring his movements, fantasizing about pinning him down and fucking his brains out with his biggest strap. Or even better, his own dick.
He would also fantasize about being fucked by Soap. A young man like him certainly would last longer.
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He heard rumors about it. (10/17)

like it was a clit, squeezing his own balls. From time to time, Soap would tease his rim, making circular motions.

A divine sight indeed.

Ghost masturbated along with Soap, cumming at the same time as him, everytime. . (9/17)

Soap masturbating.

He'd watch it instead of porn; thought it was better. Sexier. Made his dick harder way faster than any adult movie ever could. They way Soap's body was so toned, veins popping out

Soap, on his back, pinching his nipples and slowly stroking his dick, rubbing the tip (8/17)

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It wasn't a live stream, so Ghost couldn't see what Soap was doing 24/7. He would compile the footages throughout the week and watch them in order during the week.

Most were just Soap either working or drawing in his journal.

But one specific video was his favorite. (7/17)

Would sneak out with Ghost for a smoke past the curfew time.

If anything, Ghost felt giddy. Weird for a man his age, but he couldn't help it. He felt lucky, out of anyone, Soap picked him to spend his time with. (6/17)

A social butterfly that anyone would be honoured to have around (maybe even date, much to Ghost's dismay).

Ghost was his complete opposite. A loner and bitter.

But even so, Soap was glued to his side, like a lost puppy. He would find Ghost and hang out with him whenever he could. (5/17)

There's no way a beauty like him would care for a 52-year-old, with greying hair and hurting joints.

Soap was full of life and hope. A ball of energy wherever he went. Always with a smile in his lips and with people surrounding him. (4/17)

A breath of fresh air. A little bit of humanity in that hellhole.

So he wanted to know what he did in his free time, so what?
Sure, he could have asked, could have shown some sort of interest.

But Soap was younger. 25 years younger, to be exact. (3/17)

So, when he put the hidden camera inside Soap's room, after the younger man asked his help to fix a broken lamp, he knew there was no turning back. Any goodness that was left inside him (if there was any) was thrown out in the trash.

Ghost couldn't help it. Soap was... something else. (2/17)

magic toy - part 1
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cw: voyeurism, age gap

It's not like he tries to be a good person. In fact, he never claimed to be one. Being good didn't take him anywhere. Not as Ghost, even less as Simon Riley.
It was beaten out of him, first by his father; then Roba and his men. (1/17)

Smol babies in love!!!!
#ghostsoap
#ghoap
#animation

iv⭐
#sleeptoken

🤲 babbies..

Some sketchbook Poe doodles for the cartoon below.

#CallofDuty #ghostsoap #soapghost

‘Se a “verdade” fosse aquilo que posso entender - terminaria sendo apenas uma verdade pequena, do meu tamanho.’

Tô por aqui com essa conversa

Simon "Ghost" Riley handing money to John "Soap" Mactavish, a stripper in this image, bending over a chair.

one of those rare occasions where the stripper actually does like you ❤️ #ghostsoap

bouquet 🌹(those roses are about to witness a whole lot in this hallway...) #ghostsoap

“separate the art from the artist” what if they both suck

Ghost holding on the sketchbook as if it was some precious treasure.


(24/24)

Ghost spent the rest of the night asking Soap questions about the story and browing through the sketchbook.

Soap felt like he traveled back in time and was having a sleepover with a friend. It was nice.

Soon, both him and Ghost fell asleep. (23/24)

Remembers that Papa helped him make it.

"You want this?", Soap asks, giving the sketchbook to Ghost.
Ghost tried, but failed to contain his excitment.

"Really!?"
"Sure!"

The crinckles on Ghost's eyes, showing he was smiling, was worth more than an old sketchbook. (22/24)