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Or: John "Soap" MacTavish's extremely case-specific guide to wooing an idiot dragon.
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- Part 1 of Incompatible Mating Practices
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06 Feb 2026
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“What’s got two legs and bleeds?” Johnny’s widely grinning, and the sight of blood on Johnny’s fangs -even if it’s his own- does things to Ghost that only stokes the fire. The question, though, makes him frown.
“Do not-”
“A half-dead dog,” Johnny interrupts him, his hands coming up in the weakest display of jazz hands that Ghost has ever seen. He grabs the offending hands, twists his own fingers -still bare, the skin contact buzzing in his mind, under his skin- through Johnny’s, and rests their intertwined hands on Johnny’s stomach, carefully avoiding the open slashes.
“Johnny, that’s not fucking funny,” he scolds the Scot, but he fails to sound put out at all, too soft for the wild grin and the crinkles next to those eyes. “Also, you’re a bloody wolf, not a dog. Don’t insult yourself like that.”OR - wolf shifter Soap gets subjected to the event of Puppy Soap Week 2025
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06 Feb 2026
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"Shit." He's stuck, well and truly trapped in place. He takes a deep, controlled breath, repressing the instinct to panic. He's not in any real danger. He's only a mile from base at most, in woods that are seldom occupied by anything but military personnel and wildlife. And Soap is with him—who will hopefully be able to help free him, but at the very least will definitely prevent any harm from coming to him.
He hears the sound of the wolf padding over, the damp leaves littering the forest floor crunching halfheartedly beneath his feet. Speak of the devil and he shall appear and all that. Soap looks at him curiously for a moment, then barks out what Simon knows to be the closest equivalent to a laugh in this form.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Help me out, would you?" He shoves at the trunk trapping him, indicating what he wants Soap to do. It doesn't budge.
His partner steps in closer, then promptly licks him across the face.
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02 Feb 2026
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Riley has a problem. A rather pressing problem. One he really can't ignore anymore, no matter how much he'd like to.
A problem the nurse must be wrong about, because Riley cannot be fucking lactating.
or: ghost is going to develop a lactation kink, but he doesn't know it yet
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26 Jan 2026
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Soap settles onto the small couch like it's a throne, his relaxed posture radiating quiet confidence, one arm thrown across the back and his legs spread wide enough it's clear he has no intention of leaving room for his alpha toy to sit next to him. He hardly has to gesture towards the floor in front of himself before Simon is dropping to his knees so fast it hurts. He crawls forward till he's directly between Johnny's knees and is rewarded with a hand carding through his hair, nails gently scraping against his scalp where the hair is buzzed short. He leans into the touch, trying his best to be subtle, and follows where the hand guides him, his cheek coming to rest on Johnny's thigh as he gazes up at him.
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The CIA calls in a favor the 141 owes, sending Ghost and Soap undercover at an arms dealer's fancy party. Not their forte, but simple enough. The catch? Their cover is as a rich man and his sugar baby, and the sugar daddy can't be an alpha—it can't be Ghost. Good thing pretending to be Soap's submissive boy toy comes all too naturally.
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25 Jan 2026
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"Lookin' for something?" MacTavish drawls, initiating a conversation for the first time that night.
"Think I found it, actually," is the reply he gets, and he has to force his expression not to change as he realizes how much it reminds him of Ghost's voice. He pushes the thought to the side. A few similarities is nothing more than coincidence. So what if he hooks up with someone that makes him think of Ghost? It's not like the man would know.
It's not often that MacTavish gets the chance to indulge in his base desires, so when he finally gets the opportunity to hit up a gay pub—a leather one no less—he can't resist going out on the pull. He doesn't intend to hook up with someone that reminds him of Ghost, but that doesn't stop him from picking up a lad that's eerily similar to his lieutenant. A coincidence is just a coincidence—except when that coincidence leads to fucking your subordinate in a pub alleyway.
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25 Jan 2026
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No one knew, of course. No one knew because it was just fucking. Just friends fucking. No heat sex and II took care of his ruts privately. No biting, no scruffing — certainly not like he’d done tonight; on the table in front of the others, but it was II's duty as pack alpha to make sure Vessel knew his place, even if he felt bad about it after.
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II and Vessel have a complicated relationship with complicated feelings and it's all a bit of a mess.
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24 Jan 2026
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If You Can Understand the Me, Then I Can Understand the You by bubatron
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
19 Feb 2025
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Touch recalls memory, memory prompts connection. Connection brings grief. Though, it also leads to belonging, to home.
A rewrite of Come Beside Me (This Won’t Hurt I Swear).
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24 Jan 2026
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"'Bout time we got another reptile in here," Gaz says brightly. "Maybe now Cap'll finally invest in some proper heaters."
Soap chuckles, smoke leaking from his nostrils when he grins. "Ah'm plenty warm," he teases, drawing Gaz under his wing, the snake wriggling happily, his round pupils shining as his cheeks flush pink. He rests his chin on Soap's shoulder with a tiny hiss, content to curl around him and soak up the heat of Soap's fire.
"Ghost is out on a mission," Price tells him. "You'll only get to meet him when it's basically wheels-up, unfortunately. He's, ah, a bit of a prickly sort, but impress him and you won't have any problems."
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23 Jan 2026
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Despite his reputation as a hotheaded demolition’s expert, Soap actually considered himself a pretty laid back guy–so how he’d managed to end up in a squeaky barracks bed, pounding into his superior officer, was beyond him.
It wasn’t a conscious decision, but six months ago, after Chicago, when Ghost had cornered him against a hotel mattress and rode him like his life depended on it–Soap never had a second thought. Anyone would be foolish to push away a man as gorgeous as Ghost, and Soap never considered himself foolish.
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22 Jan 2026
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After accidentally seeing his baby brother's pussy while he was sleeping, Cory can't get the thought of fucking Aiden out of his head. Now, at the end of his rope, he finally does something about it. And nothing, not even his beloved brother's begging, can stop him.
This is extremely dead dove. It's pure depravity, if you are triggered by rape, please do not read this.
Neither character is underage, even though I did not explicitly mention their ages.
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19 Jan 2026
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III and Vessel are left alone at the house while II and IV go out on an errand. They find a way to keep themselves entertained.
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18 Jan 2026
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Vessel struggles with getting physical during intimacy. II is really good at figuring out ways to work around it.
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18 Jan 2026
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“Still awake?” II’s voice was low, rough with exhaustion.
“Mhm.” Vessel didn’t move. His voice was quiet, almost sheepish. “Body’s tired. Brain’s not.”
II hummed in acknowledgement. He pressed his chin briefly to Vessel’s hair, the weight of the gesture more grounding than anything else. “You know what helped last time?”
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18 Jan 2026
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Kinktober in Arcadia Week 4: Home Videos
“Alright,” he drawled into the mic, smirking at the flood of usernames flying past in chat. “Who’s next? Don’t make me start rating profile pictures instead, you know I’ll do it.”
One ping. Another. His inbox stacked quick with photos—cock after cock, some hard, some soft, all begging for judgment.
III opened one and squinted like he was studying an artifact. “Mhm. Decent curve, decent veins. Background? Tragic. Bro, if you’ve got dirty laundry on the floor behind your dick pic, I will notice. Have some fuckin’ class” He tapped the mic, lips twitching. “Six outta ten. Fix your backdrop, come back to me.”
The chat exploded with laughter emojis and tip alerts. III grinned, sharp and satisfied, then scrolled to the next submission.
And then—there it was in chat: Rate The Vessel?
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- Part 4 of Kinktober 2025
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17 Jan 2026
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Kinktober in Arcadia Week 3: Service Submission
The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the amber glow of the lamp on the nightstand. II sat cross-legged on the bed with Vessel mirroring him, knees tucked close, long frame folded smaller to fit the space between them. They were both dressed comfortably in sweatpants, Vessel in an old band shirt that nearly hung off one shoulder, the cotton loose from too many washes, II shirtless as usual. The air felt charged, as if every movement pressed heavier than it should.
II’s voice was steady, deliberate. “We’ll keep it simple tonight, alright? Just us trying it out, no fancy roleplay, nothing too intense, just me telling you what to do. If anything doesn’t feel right at any point, we stop. Understood?”
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- Part 3 of Kinktober 2025
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17 Jan 2026
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A lazy breath huffed against the back of his shoulder.
“Mm... morning,” II mumbled, voice still rough with sleep.
Vessel smiled, eyes still closed. “Morning,” he echoed, quieter.
There wasn’t a rush to do anything. The room was dim and still. Far off, birds chirped through the cracked window and a breeze came in. II shifted slightly behind him, closing the gap under the blanket and keep out the chill, adjusting so their bodies slotted together more snugly. Vessel could feel the heat of him everywhere — the warm spread of his chest against his back, the brush of his knee between his thighs, the weight of his palm resting low across his stomach.
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14 Jan 2026
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He imagined III’s laugh if he saw him like this—already undone, hoodie half-off one shoulder, breath hitching on every movement. Imagined IV’s mouth dropping open in that soft, awe-struck way he got whenever Vessel made a noise he liked. Imagined II’s hands closing around his hips, grounding, steady, the warm press of his chest against Vessel’s back as he murmured something firm at his ear.
The thought alone made his legs shake.
And then the guilt hit, sharp and cold, cutting through the haze so fast his breath stuttered out in a choke.
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14 Jan 2026
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“Could see myself in you, earlier. When you arched your back.”
“Yeah, well, you’re huge.” II brushed it off with a dry laugh. He’d noticed it too, wasn’t sure how he felt about it if he was honest, and had pushed Vessel’s hands to his hips when he’d tried pressing down against it.
“Wish I—” Vessel stopped himself, burying his face further into II’s neck. His skin warmed with embarrassment. It took a moment for II to work out what he was implying. It wouldn’t work. He was average at best - not that anyone had ever complained about it - though Vessel sometimes made too much of a show about choking on it for his liking.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I know.” Vessel rolled onto his back, and II suddenly felt cold without his giant lover draped over him. He sat up against the headboard, looking down at the body sprawled beside him. “I know it isn’t possible, but I—”
“You wanna feel full. Like it’s too much?”
____II buys a cock sleeve and fulfils a fantasy for Vessel.
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12 Jan 2026
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“You’re not due for another week,” II said with his arms crossed, staring at the tent in IV’s pyjamas and then at the beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. “Why has it come early?”
“Not sure how to ask Sleep that,” IV panted, fingers fumbling on the frame of the door. II seemed to relent, hand wrapping around his arm and pulling him into the house.
“Vessel is away,” he said plainly once the door had closed behind them. He guided IV upstairs, to the warmth of their bedroom. “At the beach.”
“What?” IV said, voice raising an octave. Not good. Not good at all. “But this is a fuck or die situation... Vessel said that once...and you don’t live near the beach.”
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Bestowed with a monthly curse by their beloved Sleep, IV's arrangement with his fellow vessels requires adjustment when only one is around to fulfil his needs.
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12 Jan 2026