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The Lieutenant licks his lips and Soap follows the movement with an intensity bordering on devotion. He would worship Ghost if the man asked, would send prayers for that wicked mouth to be on him, write hymns of desire and lust in honour of this deity. He used to be Catholic before he joined the army. Now? The only God he believes in is the one above him.
“Greedy whore.” Ghost admonishes and then the man descends on Soap.
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Soap loves being absolutely ruined by Ghost and the Lieutenant is more than happy to indulge him.
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27 Jun 2026
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Soap had a craving.
He longed to be chased, bolting through the forest as a beast ran hot on his heels, driven by the primal instinct of desire.
He wanted to be caught eventually, pinned to the floor and be completely at the mercy of his pursuer. It didn't matter how much he struggled.
It was a difficult fantasy to fulfill. He was a big guy, packed with strong, lean muscle and a fighting capability that would put most alphas to shame. Not many could hold him down the way he wanted.
Thankfully, he knew just the alpha for the job.
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23 Jun 2026
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Captain John MacTavish had a problem. This was not new; as the one in charge of the 141 he had to deal with a great deal of problems of various calibers. Nor was it new for his lieutenant to manage to create and solve his problems in equal measure. What was new was this specific problem. It was driving him insane in a way nothing else had managed to in quite some time, its source was around constantly, and worst of all, there was fuck all he could do about it.
Captain John MacTavish had a problem, and that problem was Ghost's lower half in his new tac gear.
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Ghost's hand slid up into the bottom of his mohawk, fingers grabbing a fistful of hair as he arched into him. "Promise, captain?" A thread of desperation ran through the words. Both of them were familiar with things worth dying for, but neither of them knew how to handle something like this–something worth living for.
John let go of the hip harness with his other hand and wrapped it around the other's jaw, turning his head so they were face to face, mere inches apart, the long lines of their bodies overlaid. "Yeah, Riley." Desire, commitment, intent; all that and more distilled down into one short phrase. "I promise."
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19 Jun 2026
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"I don't bottom," Soap said firmly. "No penetration of any kind, ever." He ran a hand through his hair, giving away his nervousness. "That's not something that's going to change, so if that's an issue for you—"
"It's not," Simon assured him. He would almost be offended at the strength of the look of relief on the other's face if not for how closely it mirrored the feeling in his own chest. The relief set in with a sensation not unlike the feeling of the first dose of hospital grade painkillers kicking in. Soap didn't want him to top. Thank fucking god. He chuckled, then let all of the tension that had been plaguing him melt away with his next exhale.
He could see the younger man lower his hackles, that defensive aggression washing away in favor of a small smile. "Seems like we're made for each other, huh," Soap mused.
The older man smiled back. "Seems so, Johnny."
"Well, now that the uncomfortable part is out of the way, how about you come pick out a strap?"
Oh Simon should've known Soap would have multiple to choose from. That was a sign he was in for a good fuck. "I would love to."
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17 Jun 2026
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and in this light when you’re mine, please, keep me forever by unasokha
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
16 Apr 2026
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Shane always knew he would go there before his wedding. He just knew. It didn’t matter if his alpha would be nice or not, Shane’s first would always be this one.
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He watched this beautiful face he spent years loving only with his eyes and respectful touches, and now — because he can — Shane licked into his mouth and moved his hips first, encouraging Ilya.
Their kiss tasted like salt.
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15 Jun 2026