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Ghost lifts his hand and grabs Soap by the back of the neck. The omega wants to push him away because he's an alpha touching his neck. Ghost squeezes his fingers around his mating gland and over his collar, just an open area that will have Soap docile.
The omega's grip on Ghost's wrist slackens. He feels his eyelids become heavy, all the anger he had towards the alpha vanishes. His mind is open without emotions overwhelming him. He feels calm, when he looks at Ghost the alpha is still glaring at Soap.
"Ye fuckin' cunt," Soap slurs, his tongue is lax in his mouth, his limbs like jelly.
Ghost had scruffed him.
or Soap joins Task Force 141, it changes his entire life. He gets a pack, maybe learns a bit about himself, falls in love and tries to stop a sinister plot along the way
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05 Nov 2025
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The showers were empty at this hour. Roach had planned it that way.
He wasn’t in a rush. Not desperate. Just… needing something. Something slow. Something to take the edge off.
He sighed, tilting his head back, letting himself relax into it, letting himself enjoy it. His pace was slow, teasing – just enough to feel good, just enough to start building that familiar coil low in his stomach.
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16 Oct 2025
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Johnny shifts, making himself comfortable, or trying to, and something foul clenches in his heart. He watches him draw his uninjured leg up, flatten it down again, bend his knee to splay it, straighten it again, watches him tuck his arm under the pillow, put both on his chest, and sigh before star fishing out.
It's not for Ghost to watch, but he does. It's not for Ghost to note the bulge in his shorts that are shifting higher on his thick, hairy thighs from all the moving around, but he does.
And he should look away when Johnny huffs out a breath he can almost hear and cups himself, but he doesn't. It'll help settle him down.
It's private.
Soap breaks his foot and is sent away to heal. In repayment for the injury, Ghost offers him his nearby flat. It provides fast access to the base and task force, staying conveniently close. It just so happens to provide Ghost some different access, too.
In which good intentions aren't all that good, bad ones are just what the doctor ordered, and games lay bare what's been carefully hid. In a spiral of obsession and guilt, desire and fear, some guidance isn't amiss. But will it be enough?
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26 Sep 2025
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"My orgasms are fine." Ghost grunts, kicking out from the couch to catch the toe of his boot viciously against Soap's shin.
"Okay, they're 'fine'" Soap mocks, barely wincing at the new ache in his leg and barrelling on anyway. "but could they be better?"
"This is about Sarajevo." Ghost says and Soap rears back like he's been slapped.
"It is not about Sarajevo-"
"Oh my God this is absolutely about fucking Sarajevo!" Ghost scoffs, and actual smile breaking across his face as he understands. "You're in a snit because I said all of my orgasms have been fine and that includes the one you gave me."
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- Part 3 of Low Spirits: Bottom Ghost Weeks Fics
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05 Sep 2025
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Ghost closed his eyes, taking another sip from his drink before there was a sudden presence to his right. In an instant, the incubus felt his body tingle pleasantly, that undeniable pull making itself known.
Good things come to those who wait, it seemed.
“Haven’t seen someone as handsome as you ‘round here in a long, long time.” A low, Scottish voice purred. Ghost opened his eyes to meet a pair of dazzling blue ones, framed by a low brow and accompanied with a wicked smile.
The man was attractive. Strong jaw adorned with stubble, thin lips, round nose, and that stupid looking mohawk that somehow still worked for him. Ghost couldn’t afford to let this catch slip through his fingers tonight.
“Could say the same for you.” He murmured in response, swirling what remained of his drink in his glass.
“I go by Soap. You are?” The man offered a hand, looking up with a glint in his eye.
“Ghost.” He clasped a firm hand, only touching for a moment before withdrawing.
“Ghost,” Soap echoed, letting the name roll around his tongue, “Well, Ghost, can I buy you another drink?”
“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”
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03 Sep 2025