✨ Into the Abyss is complete! . Chapters 22/22. 143,000 words. They finally got their happy ending 💙. #ghostsoap #soapghost

Collateral Damage preview. Soap’s being replaced 😔

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What if I'm sensible (for once) and shelve the new fic, and make an actual attempt to finish Collateral Damage instead? . It's only 2-3 chapters from the end technically. .

RT @QueenieBGalore: Graves letting the 141 know he didn’t die in that tank

RT @SoapJournalZine: 🚨Shipping Update!🚨 (1/3). We're slowly but surely packing and sending everyone's orders now, so please be on the looko….

Working on this zine has made me miss Ghoap. I know I have a lot of open fics but I hope no one is gonna be too irritated if I start another multi-parter 🥲.

RT @MountainGhouls: Don’t worry he’s just giving Soap a quick break to catch his breath 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

RT @AzaleaHarrisArt: They can't flirt normally🧼💞💀.#GhostSoap

RT @FwipsArt: Soap who is a servant of a royal family, raised within the castle walls to wait on the spoiled prince. Strangely, he looks e….

RT @zhyphenth: ghost always politely and quietly waits for permission to join soap in bed

RT @WhisperedWordss: Hi All! Far from my usual Ghoap content, but I've been working on an original project for a little while now that I'm….

RT @SoapJournalZine: Good news! ❤️🧡💙 The zines have all arrived, which means we have all that we need to finally send orders out. The ba….

Wicked Harvest | Chapter 11 🪄.

Wicked Harvest preview ✨Ch 11 should be coming very soon!

I’ve had a syncing mishap with my latest Wicked Harvest chapter, and I won’t know if it’s lost completely until I get home from work 😭.

The possessive sight hits Soap like a gunshot, and looking at the lidded hunger lurking in Ghost’s eyes, he wonders how he ever thought he could tame Ghost’s desire. Or why he’d even wanted to. Ghost smiles, small but victorious thing, and says, “I never agreed to it, did I?”.

“What happened to keeping things… private,” he gasps as Ghost’s huge arms swallow him from behind, trapping him in place in front of their reflection. Ghost noses his mussed hair as his huge hand comes up to curl loosely across the marred curve of Soap’s throat.

Mottled blue and purple, the shape of his mouth practically carved into every bare inch of Soap’s skin. Soap inspects himself in Ghost’s mirror the morning after, secretly pleased yet dismayed at the evidence of Ghost’s ownership plastered across his skin.

Not letting him come until he cries for Ghost, wringing out his orgasm over and over again until his name is practically ripped from his throat. And Ghost mauls his skin with his crooked, imperfect smile, sinking his maw over his neck like a predator would prey, leaving it -.

Ghost gets worse, if anything. Soap doesn’t even realise Ghost’s doing the exact opposite of what they agreed until much later. He fucks him in private, of course, but he seems hellbent on making sure everyone on base bloody hears it now – edging Soap ‘til he’s begging –.

“Good,” Soap manages, eyeing the empty hallway around them. “Glad we agree, then.” . He waits for Ghost to let go, anyone could see them after all. He clears his throat pointedly, and Ghost finally lets go. If Soap thinks that’s the end of it, he’s sorely mistaken.