considerโฆ every alpha on the base fighting over who gets to claim omega soapโฆ they settle things the old way by stepping into the ring, besting each other in a one on one fist fight. itโs brutal and usually ends up quite bloody. soap is just in the sidelines, squirming in
throat goat soap is valid but there is something incredibly endearing about soap having a gag reflex. gagging drooling and crying while getting his face fucked
here's the follow-up, as promised <3
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soap still remembers what it felt like when the needle tore into his skin. the area between his hips, his lower pelvis, is particularly sensitive, and while it burned to feel the wet needle press over the surface, the pain quickly
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#ghostsoap
A/B/O drabble
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"good fuckin' omega you are, taking me so well-"
ghost was murmuring low and disgusting into his ear, and the strong hand that was keeping him pinned /squeezed/, eliciting a small gasp from the younger man while he writhed in place.
the room would reek of rut and it would send soap into a heat right here and there. naturally, the winner wastes no time to breed him, showcasing to the audience of alphas that he has the most potent cum out of all of them ๐ตโ๐ซ
as a little bonusโฆ the winner gets to lay his claim on soap in front of all the other alphas, fucking his brains out while they stand there and watch, letting out low growls and whines, some of them even rutting into their fists out of frustration.
his seat, utterly aroused by the display of all those alphas fighting over him. his slick is practically dripping down his legs and they can /smell/ it, bringing out the alpha instincts in them even more.
soap wouldnโt say he has a favorite, but he does have preferences, and a part of him really hopes that his lieutenant emerges victorious because of it ๐คญ
CW// somnophilia + non-con
what if like (prior to being in an established relationship) ghost allowed soap to sleep in his bed with him
soap is often haunted by nightmares and feels safer sleeping with someone else. ghost has no reason not to trust him so he tolerates it
cw spanking + d/s dynamics
just a little drabble I wrote about ghost spanking soap because I'm going through a burnout
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it would be a lie to say that he doesnโt enjoy getting punished from time to time.
(pt. 1) self-indulgent 09 soap and 09 ghost posting
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All that sergeant Riley wanted was to hound his captain for a chance to get his dick wet.
He's insatiable, and he has always gotten away with making a bold approach every other time he invited himself into Soap's quarters.
even after his dick has softened, to make sure his seed will take. and while they bask in the afterglow, ghost would tenderly caress his flat stomach, rumbling in satisfaction over the thought of seeing it swell and grow fat with his kid.
/end
thinking about soap rubbing his cunt over ghostโs pelvis while riding himโฆ the tip of ghostโs cock pressing further against his cervix, heightening his pleasure
transmuted into pleasure as arousal simmered hot between his legs while ghost marked his initials into his skin, right above his womb, and permanently claimed it as his own. he hadn't even bothered to wipe him clean before proceeding to fuck him over the table
he was splayed on top of.
ghost is a possessive fucker, and the thought of owning every inch of his body, down to the crevices between his bones, just occurred as natural to him.
he never really was fond of kids, and pregnancy really should be the least of his worries
while out on the field, but when ghost began pleading him to fuck him raw and eventually asked him to lay off the birth control, something has changed.
something fundamentally.
he would spend hours on end fucking him, pumping him so full of his seed that it spilled over at
soap can feel every single one of those inches tear through him before bumping against his cervix.
he'd always get carried away by the sight of soap spread out beneath him, seducing him with his cinnamon stare, /pleading/ him to knock him up while his cunt clenched so
the seams, until he had no other choice but to get pregnant after he's been thoroughly bred.
soap could never grow tired of it; feeling ghost snap his hips in and out of him, mindlessly chasing his goal, eyes fixated on where 'SR' is embedded into his
beautifully around him, sucking him in as if he was trying to take him even deeper.
ghost would give in with a strained groan, losing himself in soap's tender gaze, before filling out the emptiness inside of him with his come.
they'd stay locked together for a few hours,
flesh. he'd trace it with his fingertips while driving his hips back to meet his own, pressing a kiss to his entrance with the tip of his cock before bottoming out in one, wet slide, driving in as deep as possible and making sure that
"alpha, alpha, alpha please-"
soapโs squeals are squelched and violent, like heโs fucking cockdrunk. slender fingers rake down his back, digging into his flesh, and they leave this delightful little sting that makes pre gush out his tip, lost in the tight and wet heat he was
๐ ghost senpai x soap-chan thread (TW: cnc)
fair warning - this piece is filled with clichรฉs and standard anime tropes. don't like, don't read.
FULL DISCLAIMER: all of the depicted characters are legal adults!
cont. below
as he sobs.
"you're mine, johnny," simon hisses viciously into his ear, his neck throbbing like it's ready to melt off the bone, "all mine. /my/ omega."
"yes, yes- yes please- alpha-" he whimpers, lips shaking as the words spilled from his filthy mouth, "yours, only yours-"
sinking himself into.
he leans in closer, hovering above the omega with a predatory glare, pointedly rolling his hips while lowering his mouth to his neck.
his breath is steamy, puffing up against his swollen scent gland. saliva pools in his mouth at the sweet and heady
leaving a distinctive and metallic tang for him to taste.
ghost's hips stutter as he fucks into him in earnest, faster, harder, his thick knot catching on velveteen walls, and he's still nursing on his fucking neck when soap cums so hard his legs shake, shrinking in on himself
giving in to those intrinsic desires when his mouth runs and runs and runs before he hinges his jaw and it /snaps/.
teeth sink into the omega's neck, making blood spurt out of the flesh, red liquid seeping into his mouth that evaporates on his tongue and sends a love letter by
"c'mon simon- fill me up, give me yer fuckin' pups- I want em, need em," he sighs, all floaty and content, clenching those starry eyes shut when they gleam over in another flood of tears.
and who was he to deny his little omega's request?
scent that engulfes his senses and his teeth suddenly /ached/ for something to sink into.
ghost's nostrils flare up when he takes a deeper whiff of him, pupils turning to slits when the most primal part in him took over. simon is suddenly overcome by the urge to claim him,
soap's face is painted in slick, snot and drool and tears molten together into this liquored mess, all thick and disgusting. ghost applies his own wad of spit, watching it splatter over his swollen cheek and catch on long lashes.
when he lifts his head, johnny is looking at him like he is whole world. glimmering eyes gaze back at him, filled with nothing but tenderness and adoration and love.
ghost leans nose-to-nose close, spreading the mess all over his own face before
unfurling his clever tongue to lick it right off.
when he pulls away, soap is still looking at him, blinking at him through long lashes and giving him that abominable "fuck me" look that made his cock /throb/.
@xerrestrez
GODDDDD HEX YOU JUST MADE THIS A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER. ghost knows that he lost, but heโs still waging an inner war with himself, wanting nothing more than to step into the ring and tear that unworthy alpha to bits so that he may take what is rightfully /his/.
chest while the hand that previously struck his flesh gently carded through the sweat drenched strands of his hair.
they'd bask in a divine afterglow that fills them with gratification and peace before they're lulled to sleep.
/end
The captain's eyes darkened in what he presumed to be lust, but little did Simon know that he was already foreboding his demise.
"Good. I think it's time to put your bravery to a test, soldier."
Simon blinked.
"Get on your knees and worship me."
thereโs something so /tempting/ about finding himself splayed over ghostโs lap while his gloved palm hits hard over the meat of his ass.
feeling those big and strong hands knead his sore flesh, digging into his red and blue bruises, accompanied by his whines that pick up
things about himself. other discoveries are made that night - discoveries that come as surprises to them both, but what matters is that they worked it all out in the end
the next time johnny finds himself in this position, the other wonโt mind to fuck him back to sleep.
โso itโs okay when soap is the submissive feminine twink but not when itโs ghost?โ that is precisely the case! so glad I was able to clear that up for you all
calling him a slag and expressing his utmost disappointment in him, which makes soap cry even more
it also, interestingly enough, leads to him having the most intense orgasm of his life
coming from ghost slapping his pussy, abusing his clit, making him realize quite a few
heโd cave in and give johnny what he wants. but he gives it to him rough, making a point by fucking him into the mattress
johnny would cry into his pillow, begging ghost for forgiveness while the other degrades him,
veteran soap frequents one of his local bars often enough to consider himself a regular. over time, he managed to build a reputation around those partsโฆ for all of the wrong reasons. because he just doesnโt just go there to carouse, no, heโs searching for a fucking hook-up while
tw rape
idk if itโs just me but I often think about what would have happened if soap had gotten caught by the shadows during the alone mission. either they would have whisked soap away or raped him while ghost is on the comms. forcing him to listen to them cruelly taunting
what started out as a few tentative touches eventually turned into johnny slipping his hand into ghostโs underwear to palm his cock when he realized just how heavy of a sleeper the other man was
in volume over the course of their session.
in those cherishable moments, pleasure and pain were intertwined like lovers, unified to flourish and prosper together.
the only problem is that soap also happens to have a giant crush on him
and while it started out as something completely harmless, soap now found an opening to act on his deepest desires
his weeping cunt. Itโs not nearly enough to get him off, but it keeps him from squirming around in his lap when the pain becomes overbearing.
a pleased rumble sounds in his throat when a high and sharp keen flies out of soapโs parted lips. his sharp and dark eyes are dissecting
each slap is strategically placed, followed by a loud roar when his hand meets his flesh, and they leave a dull ache in their place that throbs in tune with the simmering hot arousal between his legs.
occasionally, ghost would offer him relief by grinding his knee against
just for ghost to click his tongue, telling him heโs been a bad boy for touching him
flipping him over on his stomach, arm pinned behind his back
leaning down to flick his tongue over johnnyโs earlobe, making him shudder, all while dragging his hard cock over his wet pussy
stirring awake, confused and disoriented and rock fucking hard, disturbed from his peaceful slumber
and while the man could possibly have a hutch of what is going on, he hasnโt said anything yet
and so johnny finds himself, albeit not feeling any less guilty about it,
soap with their glare, glazed over in lust, and they crinkle in satisfaction at seeing soap become undone beneath him.
heโd make him keep track of the hits that he delivered and the hits that are yet due. when soap has come to a point where he is choking on a gurgled keen and
sputtering garbled nonsense, he lets him start over, making him repeat the count over and over again until he gets it right and his lesson has been equitably learned.
afterward, they'd find themselves entangled in their own limbs, soap's head resting against his steady-beating
he believes he has free reign to do whatever he wants, and so he finds himself becoming bolder
stroking ghostโs cock to full hardness and watching his reactions
he hasnโt dared to go past that /yet/, feeling like there has been way too many close calls with ghost โฆ
and that damn fucker had been getting away with it all this time.
heโd stop him right there, in the act, grabbing his wrist
making johnny freeze in panic, eyes widening as he realizes heโs been caught
everything falls into place for him at that moment. those strange nights where heโd wake up with his dick straining against his underwear werenโt caused by any vivid wet dreams
it was johnny who broke his trust to get his hands all over him
continuing to indulge himself and his fantasies.
the game of cat and mouse ends when johnny, feeling particularly risky that night, decided to slip a hand into his own underwear, dragging his fingers over his slick folds, teasing his entrance
A stroke of luck is what he has been relying on.
It seems that this has come back to bite him in the ass.
It was quiet when he slipped into the Scot's quarters during after hours, when most of the base was already fast asleep. Simon found his captain perched on his chair,