๐To win a bet.
โ ๏ธ Pre-
#Poly141
, PART 1/ 2
Gaz and Soap bet Ghost and Price that Ghost can't keep a full plank for two minutes with two grown men on his back.
Starts in the next Tweet.
๐ฝ๏ธ love.soldata on IG. (Song is annoying sorry)
Fire with fire.
๐Alpha!Ghost x Alpha!Price
#Omegaverse
, Pre- pre-relationship, and pre-
#poly141
.
Fights for dominance, use, and abuse of bodily fluids, cause theyโre nasty, your honor. ๐
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Need Simon doing this to any โor allโof the 141, one night, close to morning, in a bar, after having one too many drinks. They are all dangerously half-drunk, sweaty, and aroused.
They bet against him, saying he can't do it without hurting them.+
Ticklish.๐
#Poly141
Disgusting, teeth rotting Fluff with a pinch of
#NSFW
. Price POV.
When the F141 fell into bed for the first time, it was in a cheap, yet fully equipped safehouse. They had to take turns showering and checking themselves for wounds but they made it,
(1/17)
Deleted this, I didn't realize it was a post by a minor until I was told by dm. Here's the picture for those who bookmarked it in case you want it, sorry everyone.
๐ GhostSoap, implied
#Poly141
though this time if just them.
โ ๏ธTW: Somno, recording of the event everything. Subtle dub-con but it's actually consented by them, *off screen.* Happy and smut(y) ending.
Top! Ghost: Don't like it, DON'T READ IT.
Soap who has trouble
Gaz and Soap knew Ghost was strong, nobody doubted it, but even they, however, refused to believe even he could pull that ridiculous stunt Gaz had seen in the video the night before. It was a full plank with three grown men on the soldier's back.
The video lasted some (1/36)
And he had a feeling their omegas wouldn't object. Maybe, deep down, they had known all along and craved as well.
โSo be it,โ he promised in his mind and sealed their fate.
The end.
of it.
Their pretty, naive sergeants hadn't seen Simon lift his Captainโs muscled body to sit him on his desk, wrapping Jonathan's strong legs around his waist to fuck him like an animal the night before, after all.
He smiled, blood rushing down, heat coiling in his (3/36)
๐ค Ink Heart. Fantasy/Tattoo Studio AUDarkFae!Ghost x Human(?)Soap
#GhostSoap
#SoapGhost
TW: Ghost feels lonely, and a wish is heard. NO MCD. Slight angst with a Happy Ending.
Starts in the next tweet.
โพ๏ธ Always, in this life and the next.
#GhostSoap
CW: Domestic fluff, soft love making. Happy and smuty ending ๐
Not edited, so I'm sorry for the errors. Happy New Yearโs (Eve Eve?)!! ๐ ๐
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30 seconds or less, and the soldier had assistance, so it was safe to say it was impossible to endure the weight for longer than that.
Price only snorted and averted his eyes back to his paperwork because he already knew how much weight Simon could carry, he had proof (2/36)
They agree that is cheesy but fuck that's hot too. And suddenly it's time to go to bed but not alone, not anymore. And Simon thinks the trick might be cheesy but it paid off , didn't it? .
gut at the thought that Soap and Gaz were now sitting on the couch where he had mounted Simon into submission right after.
Could they smell their arousal? Have Soap and Gaz wondered what they did and didn't do in his office during the night? Were they as obsessed with (4/36)
Heat prickled at Price's skin, a low growl escaping his throat. The simmering inferno that was the other alpha โ Ghost โ was getting volatile.
While they'd successfully dismantled the target's operations, their main target, the prey they'd tracked, was gone.
๐ A violent masquerade
#PriceGhostSoap
#Omegaverse
#GhostSoap
#GhostPrice
#Shifters
Alpha!Ghost, Alpha!Price, Omega!Soap
Dub-con maybe?, power imbalance. Forced mating bond (because Soap is too proud to admit he wanted it). Dual-sex omegas.
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And Soap got hurt. Only scratches and knife wounds, nothing bad for a battle-hardened omega like Soap, but it was enough to make Ghost lose his balance.
He was a powder keg about to explode, Price could feel the raw energy radiating off him,
way their cheeks burned whenever his dark eyes lingered on either of them for a bit too long.Price could almost hear the wheels turning in that sharp mind of his.
That cocktail of self-confidence Gaz and Soap had, bordering on false bravery fueled by an excess of (6/36)
Johnny?โ he asked, his voice a low growl.
The two sergeants nodded, and Ghost paused for a moment.
โIf I win you two will get on your knees, suck our cocks, and make us come with just your mouths.โ
It was a testament to Price's training and years of experience in (14/36)
them as Ghost and Price were?
But Ghost had a reputation to keep, a target in his sight, and a price to win.
Laying on the individual couch, leg up on the armrest, his broad frame taking all the space he lured them. He read the tension on their shoulders easily, the (5/36)
It smelled delicious, making his mouth weather in response.
The gym buzzed with activity, a cacophony of weights clanging and grunts echoing. Yet, the moment Price entered, a hush fell like a dropped barbell.
Everyone froze, their gazes snapping in his direction.
On your knees. ๐
#GhostSoap
#GhostPrice
#PriceSoap
CW: Some exhibitionism, voyeurism, sucking cock, and claiming with cum, therefore a happy ending. Very subtle Dom/Sub undertones.
Date
#1
. Starts in the next tweet.
pounded in his chest when he realized they had sealed their fate.
**
โOut of your damn mind, Simon,โ Price grunted, standing up when they were left alone. Simon took his mask off, smiling, dark, and sexy as he gripped Price's ass with one hand, wrapping himself around (22/36)
knowing Gaz and Soap were nearby. Let the omegas, trained to handle such situations, take care of the nearly feral alpha.
And yet the howling in his mind was a siren song; the need for blood, Simon's blood, left his throat dry.
His every alpha instinct screamed at Price to stay put, stay away; but before he knew it, he was walking out of his office in his joggers and a tight shirt, laser-focused on the location of the alpha, lured by the rising anger and frustration he was broadcasting.
asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the couch, legs spreading in a lazy movement that had Price staring under his dark eyelashes a bit too long.
โWouldn't you like to know?โ Ghost coaxed.
When Soap leaned on his elbows, just a bit closer to him Ghost purred (8/36)
weren't they? and yet Ghost kept punching the bag, blatantly disregarding the impact of his presence against the back of his neck.
A low growl rumbled deep in Priceโs chest and a feral smile threatened to spread in his face.
Ghost wanted blood, then blood he would get.
his drink. โWell I have a kilt,โ Soap countered, dragging his hand over Gaz's thigh. โAnd I bet Gaz would look amazing wearing one, right Captain?โ
Oh.
Ghost's eyes crinkled up, pleased and hungry. Soap liked to play rough.
โAs pretty as you two are, that's not my (12/36)
a primal urge to hunt left unchecked. This shouldn't be happening โ this thing between them, thrumming quietly but present, almost like a physical entity, leaving Price open to the full brunt of the other alpha's emotional state.
He tried to focus on his paperwork,
everything. Price should've known it would be he would build the bridge between the four men, never backing down from a challenge, even with the heavy silence now stretching between them.
โIf I lose you get to fuck us and record it.โ Ghost shrugged and Price swallowed (18/36)
But where the 141 is, Simon's home is, so he's allowed to be a little silly, a little cheesy.
Price is the most reluctant because 'if you fuck my beard, Simon, I swear...' +
โThree men, two minutes,โ Gaz challenged.
Ghost pretended to shift uncomfortably in his seat and took a moment to answer. โDealโ.
Gaz's eyes darted towards Price, looking for rejection, anger, something, finding only a knowing smirk. Gaz's his heart (21/36)
He was their alpha, after all, they would all feel his presence /before/ he arrived. Everyone would stand to attention, ears perking up, eager to follow his lead.
Except Ghost.
Price felt his jaw clenching, blood burning hot in his veins. They weren't equaled,
lose, Captain?โSimon looked up, eyes fixed on Jonathan's.
The Captain gripped Simon's hair, drawing a hiss of pleasure out of his mouth.
โShowโem what you can do, Lieutenant.โ He pressed his lips against Simon's in a harsh, deep kiss, drawing broken moans out of his (24/36)
testosterone always made Ghost chuckle. How cute they were, their sergeants.
โWhat happens if I win?,โ Ghost asked, rumbling low in his throat.
Soap shrugged. โHow much are you willing to bet?โ
โDon't care about money, Johnny.โ
โBut can you do it? Two men?โ Gaz (7/36)
recruit removed themselves from Ghost's back.
Soap's legs dropped to either side of his torso, boots hitting the ground when Ghost turned around and lay on the floor.
His muscled chest looked reddened as well, but his eyes behind the mask were crinkled up and fixed on (30/36)
pummeled the punching bag with a ferocity that threatened to rip it from its chains.
Jonathanโs eyes traveled across miles of sweaty muscle rippling under that pale skin as a different beast in him stirred, peaking with interest. โPretty little thing, "
/hard/.
Soap tilted his head. โThat's even better. You wanna lose, Simon?โ he asked, lowering the tone of his voice. His eyes burned with challenge. He probably didn't notice, but Price did. The shiver that raced down Ghost's spine that he masked by readjusting himself (19/36)
muscles bulging, yet never shaking, and prayed to lose the stupid bet. Prayed that Ghost made it because there was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to get on his knees for him. For this man displaying so much strength that he knew (28/36)
playing poker that he didn't fall off his fucking chair. He hadn't expected Ghost to go for the jugular but maybe he should've. Ghost was nothing if not precise, a true sniper.
The way he slouched on the couch, taking all the oxygen in the room like the exotic animal he (15/36)
I don't know where this is from but it made me think of Ghost and Johnny ๐ฅนโค๏ธ. Ghost indulging Johnny on a night out, taking a pic for him to keep on his phone when Ghost is on solo missions.
lingering looks, the painful longing. Everyone held back just out of respect, yet they ached for more.
For sweaty bodies, raw sex, for comfort, and sweet love.
For everything.
Of course, it had to be Ghost who wasn't afraid of anything because he'd lived through (17/36)
๐ Come for me, pretty boy.
A full-on, established
#Poly141
.
โ ๏ธTW: None, just four dirty men fucking, abusing the Captainโs pretty little office. Smut(y) and Fluffy Ending.
โ ๏ธ TopGhost and Price, Bottoms Soap and Gaz. Don't like it, Donโt read it.
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on the couch. He wouldn't take Soap's body because he won a bet, he wanted it offered freely, so Simon would give him a taste of his own and let the pup come to him on his own. Their pretty, naive sergeants.
Do you want the rest of me, Johnny?, Ghost's eyes told him. (20/36)
flight towards the area was tense and quiet. The mission went smoothly.The flight back had the men feeling like standing inside a hot, boiling kettle.
Simon had left the ball on their field, it was time for Soap and Gaz to make their move.
The lieutenant, that bloody (34/36)
were focused on Ghost, his work almost forgotten. โGoing to make us walk around the base with skirts or something?โ Gaz joked as he lifted his tea, making Soap chuckle.
Ghost didn't join. His eyes were fixed on Gaz when he replied, โTempting,โ and Gaz nearly choked on (11/36)
thing, Johnny.โ Ghost's eyes wandered around the office, uninterested.
โGetting picky, Ghostโ Gaz muttered, scoffing with frustration.
โWhat do you want then? Name it, LTโ
Ghost's eyes narrowed to slits, a predator locking onto its prey. "You sure about that, (13/36)
was. Owning everything under his dark eyes made Price curse under his breath.
Of course, it had to be Ghost. Ghost who was the most observant man he'd ever met, especially when he was so quiet.
Of course, he had noticed the simmering heat between all of them, the (16/36)
Soap clenched his jaw.
โGotta give me something good for my secrets or you get nothing,โ Ghost countered.
โLike what?โ Gaz intervened. He couldn't help glancing back at Price quickly as if he regretted the lieutenant keeping so much of his attention, but Price's eyes (10/36)
Johnny's parted lips, the stunned and excited look on his face. He felt Ghost's hand crawling up his calves and a shiver raced from his spine and up, his cheeks blushing at the obvious invitation.
โWell done, Lieutenant.โPrice's voice muted every sound in the room (31/36)
๐ค Ink Heart. Fantasy/Tattoo Studio AU DarkFae!Ghost xHuman(?)Soap
#GhostSoap
#SoapGhost
TW: Soap meets the crew . NO MCD. Slight angst with a Happy Ending.
Part 2/ ? (Long thread, sorry ๐)
Starts in the next tweet.
๐ค Ink Heart. Fantasy/Tattoo Studio AUDarkFae!Ghost x Human(?)Soap
#GhostSoap
#SoapGhost
TW: Ghost feels lonely, and a wish is heard. NO MCD. Slight angst with a Happy Ending.
Starts in the next tweet.
rather reckless move. Simon's primal instincts flared, the hairs on his neck rising like a warning flag. A blur of movement โ Jonathan's fist โ arced through the air, narrowly missing him as he sidestepped with a snarl.
A beat of silence hung heavy in the air. Then,
inwards.
He mirrored Gaz's position, dismissing them with a gesture of his hand, as if he didn't care what they would think. With a casual, almost indolent gesture, he spread his legs, showcasing the powerful muscles beneath his army trousers.
Gaz swallowed hard, and (9/36)
throat.
**
The bet was placed and on a random day, a third oblivious bastard was dragged towards the barracks where a sweaty Ghost was told his time to prove himself had come. The mask hid the smirk playing on his lips. There he was, sweaty, tattooed and bare-chest- (25/36)
delighted to see that the sergeant was averting his eyes, biting his lower lip when he did when he was nervous.
Price retired and Ghost stood next to Soap, eyes holding the darkest promises. โYour turn, sergeant.โ
A mission came and the 141 did their best as usual. The (33/36)
ed, about to lean on the floor, on his feet and elbows.
A perfect stand of a body honed in battle, a weapon made to kill.And please, in equal parts, mind you.
The recruits waited with bated breath and then erupted in cheers and screams at the first thirty seconds of (26/36)
he murmured and snorted at his own comment. There was nothing /little/ in the alpha currently disrespecting his bloody face.
He positioned himself directly behind Simon. It was a challenge, a predator marking its territory. To lose him of his sight was a dangerous,
his blue eyes blazed in molten silver, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Gracing me with your attention now, are you?"
Simon, still slick with sweat, kept his gaze on Jonathan. His own eyes, a dangerous gold, flashed a warning to stay the hell away.
One word was all he needed to clear out the entire gym. Soap and Gaz approached him to let their scents calm Price but he stopped in their tracks, seeing their move miles away. He didn't need to feel calm to face Ghost, who still wouldn't acknowledge his presence.
No,
snarling at each other, barely a foot apart, both poised to pounce.
"Should be in bed, old man," Simon murmured, panting, a teasing glint in his golden eyes despite the mask hiding most of his face.
"Says the one throwing a tantrum,โ Jonathan replied,
he needed fire to combat a fire. With a gesture of his head, the two omegas moved out of his way, reluctantly leaving the gym and the alphas alone.
Simon, wearing nothing but gym shorts, shoes, his mask, and hand wraps,
and the recruits turned back and assumed positions immediately. Their Captain was leaning against the doorframe, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips and a folder tucked between his crossed arms.
His eyes darted back towards Kyle for a moment, ignoring everyone else, (32/36)
their lieutenant bearing the weight of three men on his back.
Soap and Gaz exchanged looks, eyes widening, blood pumping faster as they hit the one-minute mark. Soap felt his heart pounding louder in his chest. He looked down at the way Ghost's neck reddened, his (27/36)
a smirk pulling at his lips as he tilted his head in derision. โLost your bite, pretty alpha?โ
The mask prevented him from seeing it but he knew Simon was baring his teeth. The growl rumbled in his chest, a primal vibration that echoed against Jonathan's own bones,
his waist. โThat's a lot of weight,โ Jonathan muttered, rumbling low when Simon's body pressed hard against his. His warmth seeping through their clothes made Jonathan close his eyes.
โIt is,โ Simon whispered, as his lips traveled down Jonathan's throat. โWant me to (23/36)
A warning Jonathan ignored. He lunged at the larger male, catching him off guard. In a blur of motion, they grappled, a whirlwind of limbs and sweat.
Simon twisted, using Jonathan's momentum against him, and they both went tumbling across the mat. They ended in a crouch,
#GhostSoap
#SoapGhost
Purely, disgusting fluff
Ghost stood behind Soap, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looming like a possessive shadow as his sergeant trained recruits. He told those horrible jokes just to hear Johnny laugh at how bad they were because that -
he could lift Soap to his waist, zip down and get his cock out and fuck him like that, and Christ, Soap wanted it badly.
The cheering around him and the whistling and screaming of the men dragged him back to the present when the two minutes passed and Gaz and the (29/36)
circling each other warily.
โNeed a lesson in manners, alpha,โ Jonathan muttered, mockingly. โAll in a day's work for a daycare provider, I suppose.โ
Simon narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him through the gaps in his mask.
Part 2.
With his powerful legs, Simon pushed and switched their positions, pinning Jonathan on the floor.
Jonathan locked his legs around Ghostโs waist, his cheeks flushed as he embraced the heat rising, sending goosebumps rolling over his skin.
twisting and leveraging his momentum to lock an arm around Simon's neck from behind.
"Bare your throat, alpha," he rasped in Simon's ear, his voice a deep rumble that sent a tremor through both of them as their bodies pressed against each other.
"No," Ghost growled,
abs constricting as he panted. Sweat dampened his dark blond strands and the soft layer of nearly white fluff across his body. With the blood pouring from his lips, down to his mouth jaw, and throat, Simon Riley couldn't look more fucking enticing even if he tried.
Gone. Part 4
#GhostSoap
#SoapGhost
#ModernWarfare3
#MWII
CW: Hurt/Rage Ghost is MIA, Poor Johnny can't catch a break. (Long thread but we're almost there!)
NO MCD. Angst with a HAPPY ENDING, coming soon.
Starts in the next tweet.
It was a scent he shouldn't be able to decipher so clearly, yet it hung heavy in the air, he could almost taste it in the back of his throat.
The animal in him growled, dangerous, and interested. The scent sent shivers dancing across his skin,
and his blood boiled with a different kind of heat.
Simon lunged, a guttural snarl escaping his throat. Instinct kicked in as Jonathan rolled with the attack, throwing a retaliatory punch that whistled past Simon's ear.
Both males scrambled back,
The metallic tang of sweat mingled with something else, something far tastier.
Jonathan's scent crackled with raw aggression. An inviting mix of chestnut and tobacco burning with an overwhelming need to fight and dominate that sent a jolt through Simon.
his muscles instinctively tensing as he locked eyes with the predator crouched before him.
In a brutal ballet of violence, both men launched themselves at each other. Fists hammered the air, and kicks snapped out, each blow aimed to throw them off balance.
And Jonathan couldn't help it.
Eyes locked on Simon he lifted his bloodied knuckles and /licked/.
A metallic pang of blood filled his mouth and yet he sucked his finger as if he were tasting his cum instead and by God, it felt so raw, so dirty,
a yearning to sink deep into the other.
He felt the heat of Simon's body press against him, the possessiveness in his grip a stark counterpoint to the violence of the fight. A groan rose in his throat, a deep, needy sound he barely managed to suppress.
The next punch Jonathan threw hit the mark and Simon scrambled back, blood exploding behind the mask.
He ripped off as blood poured freely down his face.
Jonathan focused on him, and the muscles rippling under his glistening, scarred, and tattooed skin,
and /so fucking good/.
A playful smirk played on his lips as bright red painted Simon's cheeks, his chest heaving with the sinful image of his alpha tasting his blood.
The violence of their face-off shifted into something else, a scorching wall of fire surrounding them.
โSimonโฆโHe dragged his lips along the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder, that sacred place, meant only for pretty omegas, and smeared his lips against Jonathan's swollen gland, /marking him/ with his blood.
โFuck,โ Jonathan grunted, trembling,
Every brush of skin quickly turned into a stolen caress before they took distance and attacked again.
Every close proximity turned into a deep breath of their scent, a taste of their sweat.
Every strike that found its target became a hungry grasp,
Their powerful alpha forms collided with a sickening thud, the scent of their dominance, and something sweeter warring in the air.
Simon, a dark musky storm, clashed with Jonathan's burning chestnut. With a grunt, Jonathan lunged,
He bent over Jonathan, gripping his hair and he snapped his head back, forcing him to expose his throat instead.
Jonathan growled, baring his teeth in a clear, burning threat but ah Simon was insane wasnโt he? He was a storm, a force of primal desire.
the defiance laced with a hint of something else, a desire that sparked in Jonathanโs blood.
Before he could react, Simon twisted, using Jonathan's momentum against him.
With a grunt, Jonathan found himself rolling onto his back, the air whooshing out of his lungs.
Jonathan's legs burned with fatigue, but adrenaline kept him going. With a final, desperate lunge, he slammed Simon down onto the mat.
Jonathan straddled him, and Simonโs hip bucked up in pure, raw instinct to /take/ the heat searing over his hard cock.
Jonathan's arm locked over his throat again, cutting off his oxygen, until a strangled gasp rattled in Simon's chest.
โBare your throat, Alpha,โ Jonathan rasped as his hips rocked forward, his cock straining against the raspy fabric of his joggers.
He scrambled back to his feet, but Simon was already on him, a blur of muscle and fury despite his imposing size. The fight stretched into a haze of adrenaline and heat.
Sweat slicked their bodies, their movements a tangled dance of attack and defense.