two-part commission for lovely @,..,@ whose 🧼💀brainworms make my 🧼💀brainworms feel seen

#ghoap • #potatoarts • #commission

#ficideas #ghoap
Imagine vampires that can't get hard unless they're feeding, and who go completely catatonic after orgasming. It's like a built in specie weakness. Ghost doesn't actually fuck Soap, for a long, long time he only gives in enough to make Johnny feel good

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just me swooning at my own 🧼💀headworms again

sometimes, if Ghost smiles wide enough, scars pull his lips random ways, and he immediately tries to stop smiling
but Soap loves it so much he can hardly* contain himself ❤️

*he can't 💔

#ghoap • #potatoarts

but rest assured that i’m getting there and it’s still a priority of mine when my brain wants to cooperate! :’)

happy wednesday friends! ventilate ch 3 is still slowly being worked on i promise! it’s currently sitting at about 12k words with a bit more to go. i’m just having some difficulties with the final scene because I wrote myself into a bit of a corner 🙃

#onepostfic #ghoap

Ghost is shirtless. Gloves, mask, shoes removed. Soap's eyes traces Ghost's tattoos as he ashes his cigarette out the window, his scars as Ghost drops his hand to press a thumb into the bruises on Soap's ankle. Soap's eyes blink in time to the emergency lights flashing by outside

The continuation of the last comic! Soap is at his checkup for his leg. Two weeks have passed since Ghost has been declared MIA, presumed KIA Doc: "Your leg looks good, Sergeant MacTavish! We'll keep the brace off and you can return to light duty in the morning but make sure you keep using the crutches. You should really get some more sleep as well. And I hear you haven't been eating enough, that needs to change. Doctor's orders." Soap looks very tired. Gaz bursts through the door Gaz: "SOAP!"

Soap: "I'm not in the mood, Gaz.." Gaz: "He's back" Soap: "..What?" Gaz: "Ghost. They airlifted him in an hour ago, he's in medical. He's alive, mate. Let's go" Soap stands Doc: "Now just wait a minute-"

Soap and Gaz are running down the hall Doc: "Your crutches-" Soap: "They found him??" Gaz: "He found them, apparently. Crazy bastard dragged himself to a nearby outpost, I'm not sure what happened" Doc (at medical): "I'm sorry Sir but I can't let you through. Only authorized personnel and family beyond this point-" Soap: "I'm his HUSBAND. I'm listed as his next of kin, you can check his file. Now MOVE and tell me what I need to know"

Doc: "R-right! He's in room 208" Gaz, staying behind: "Good luck!" Doc: "The team on-site was able to stop his bleeding but we were told he coded once during surgery. He's recovered enough to be moved at his request. He has several fractured ribs, a hemothorax and multiple lacerations. He should make a full recovery but he's being monitored just to be safe. We had to lightly sedate him since he kept trying to get up and leave." Soap: "that sounds like Ghost, alright" Doc: "You're "Johnny", I assume?" Soap: "Yea, I am.." Soap begins to open the room door Soap: "Thanks, doc" Doc: "Right! I'll leave you-" The door slams Doc: "...to it"

The Proposal (PART2) #ghostsoap

The happy ending I promised! c:

Soap is laying in bed with a leg brace on, he's not enjoying bed-rest Soap: *sigh* "Stupid fuckin' leg.." There's a knock at the door (it's price) Soap: "Captain! Here to tell me what the hell's been takin' so long? He was supposed to get back 4 days ago"

The Proposal (PART1) #ghostsoap

This has a happy ending, dw! Part 2 will fix it c:

After finishing part 2 I'm actually so displeased with some of these first panels but uh.. IT'S FINE
It's the longest mini comic I've made to date so they couldn't all be winners 😅

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#ghostsoap #ghoap #nsfwartists #gayartists #gayart

morning bump~

happy new year’s eve to you too dear!

yay! yess i’m a big fan of ‘just-slightly-askew’ supernatural stuff so playing around with ghost’s limitations and how that would manifest is so fun!

ahh thank you!! i really might make this one of my official wips once i finish Ventilate bc i can already think of so many fun scenarios to put this ghost in

exactlyyy 🙂‍↕️ at this point he’s learned to pick his battles

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i have a couple posts from a while ago if you’re interested in reading more about it! 👀

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aw thank you dear!! :’) 💖

currently working on finishing up ventilate ch 3 so have this snippet from my psychic!ghost au in the meantime! 💀🧼👁️

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they kiss
that's the plot

#ghoap • #potatoarts

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love to think about how the risk of it is what really gets them going tbh. adrenaline junkies who like danger and close calls 🙂‍↕️

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Was thinking earlier about ghoap’s very real power imbalance bc of their ranks and how serious it really would be, and just,,, mmmyes.

How screwed they would be if some other superior caught on to the crazy, very not normal chemistry between them.

mildly nsfw 🔞🧵

aaaaaand yeah maybe Ghost ends up grabbing Soap by the hair and pushing him to his knees, growling at him to suck him off then if he's so keen to be a slag. They're both damned anyway.

Wants to throw caution and propriety to the wind and fuck Soap right here where anyone could catch them. And that thought alone only makes him fill out against his own hip, is sure Soap can feel it too, damning and obvious. Practically a surrender in and of itself.

Soap's compact body pressing tight and warm against him, practically fucking rubbing off against his thigh in the open night air on a semi-friendly base. Has to groan just to let out his frustration with this entire situation.

"/Taking advantage?/" Soap coos, lips now pressed right against Ghost's ear, the obvious brush of a cock filling out thick and searing against Ghost's thigh. "What if I say 'please'?"

And Ghost is just losing his fucking mind,

"CO taking advantage of his subordinate."

He has to twist his head further aside as Soap presses the line of his body flush with Ghost's own, a soft hum of protest pressed beneath his ear. Fingers burned shiny pink. "They'll hear what they want," Ghost reiterates. Warns.

"Helpless little grunt begging his CO for some special treatment?"

Ghost has to steady himself, tries to keep his eyes up and away, still resolutely scanning their surroundings over the top of Soap's ruffled hair, the close edge of his temple. Shakes his head ever so slightly.

He has that look in his eye again. Insolent. A toddler reaching out for the searing stovetop. "And what would they hear, eh?"

His lids are lowered when he presses in, dark half moons flicking up and down Ghost's features, lightly parted lips curling up sharp at the corners.