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The misunderstanding. The yearning.

You're killing me here cap

Chewing on my knuckles and tearing open the walls

I'm so feral for this series

A ppart five of love potion where Soap is forced to watch Simon "serve" Roba?

That is so horrendous and terrible, anon I will literally kiss you on the lips from how much I love this

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ghost knew that Soap and Roach were up to something. Whatever it was, it didn’t involve him as far as he could tell. He was tired. So tired. He hadn’t been able to sleep in a while. 

That’s why he fell asleep while with his Lady. She had been riding him and he had stepped away from himself like always. As long as she enjoyed herself, that was the important part. Who cared if he drifted away as long as his body stayed… interested?

Ghost felt the sting of the slap. She started to curse in her language and jumped off of him. 

He went to get up, to apologize and take his leave to giver her space, but she shoved him hard on to the bed.

“Stay right there. I have told Roba that running you ragged ruins you. Your performance is pathetic.” She sounded so angry but there was a tinge of concern. Pilar was always the nicer of them and he dimly hoped that maybe this was one of the rare times she stuck up for him. “Stay here for the day. Sleep.” 

Ghost swallowed. “Thank you.”

Pilar scoffed, but she softened just a little. Ghost felt his heart do something funny. It wasn’t like with Soap or Roach. It felt less like his heart fluttered and more that someone ripped into his chest and squeezed his heart. 

“I said sleep.”

Ghost smiled slightly but his eyes drifted close. After a week of nothing, it was too easy. 

Pilar put her head on his chest as they laid together. 

Roba came back from his time away and, despite how nice Pilar was about it, she still had him whipped. He had Ghost kneel down on the floor. “Shame I can’t do this in front of everyone. Your appearance is just too different though. Even if I cut off those fucking ears, they’ll still be able to tell.”

Roba kissed the whip before striking his back. Ghost closed his eyes as pain lanced through that mark. Blood dripped as his skin just tore. 

“You still haven’t found that thing in the woods.” He hit him again, the leather going straight through Ghost. Ghost forced himself to make a small pained sound. If he was quiet, Roba would try to hit him harder or would escalate it. Better to give him what he wants. 

“There ya go, sweetheart. Remember this next time you fail, yeah?” He hit him again. And again. 

Ghost made a noise every so often, but honestly? The pain wasn’t much anymore. Blood spilled and he knew he’d start to feel light headed soon. 

He loved them. 

He loved Roba so much. 

Sometimes, it hurt that they were so much nicer to each other than him. 

When was the last time he had felt… loved?

Ghost let out a sob in to the otherwise silent room and there was a pause. Roba let the leather of the whip trail against his open wounds. “Oh, sweetheart.” 

No. 

No, no, no,no, no,no,noooo,no.

“Poor thing. Stay on your knees.” Roba patted his face. “Feeling lonely lately? Surrounded by us vile humans? Unable to even talk about yourself? Must be terrible.” 

Ghost glared up at him. He hadn’t felt so alone recently. Honestly. Things had become easier with Johnny and Roach. 

A knock. 

It was so loud. 

Roba looked displeased as he crossed the room to the door. He opened it slightly and looked inside. “MacTavish.” 

“Hello, sir. I haven’t been able to find Ghost. We’re supposed to go out tonight to hunt for the creature.” 

Roba looked back at Ghost before glancing at MacTavish. “Can you keep a secret?”

“I… I can, sir.” 

“Come in.”

Ghost felt himself deflate. No… No… 

Soap walked in and he could hear how his heart picked up. 

“My prized possession.” Roba spoke softly. “He’s freshly punished, so he won’t have his usual wit about him. It’s how I prefer him honestly.” He yanked him back by his hair. “Would you like a lesson over elves?”

“I know how to kill them. I feel that’s enough.” Soap sounded nervous.

Roba hummed. “Their mouths are sharp. Not just their teeth, even the flesh of their tongue. It’s textured. Not the best for oral, which is a real disappointment.” He shoved his fingers into Ghost’s mouth, holding his head. “A masochist might like it. You a masochist?”

“No, sir.”

“Shame.” Roba backhanded Ghost who let out a soft groan. He spit up a mix of blood and saliva at his Lord’s feet. “Might finally have a use for that mouth.” He grabbed Ghost’s chin and held him tight. “Guess not. But trust me, they have plenty of other uses.”

Soap walked around him, trying to look at Ghost’s face he assumed. He wished he wouldn’t. This was humiliating enough. Truly. “That so, sir?” His voice was tight as he stared down at him. 

“Sir, please. This is unnecessary. I can put my gear on and go back out.” Ghost swallowed. “I’ll find it this time.” 

Roba stared at him before yanking him around but his hair. “Did i ask elf? No. I didn’t. One day I’ll cut that tongue of yours out. You barely speak anyway.” He glanced at Soap and then Pilar. 

Ghost looked at him, blood still dripping from all the broken skin. 

Roba put him on the bed, all gentle like. Lovers. Even prepped him. Trying to put on a show for his captive audience no doubt. 

Ghost pleaded to him quietly to please dismiss Soap first. He was his superior. This was awful. Please, do anything else just don’t do this. Let him have a little dignity. 

Roba put his hand around his throat. “Shut. Up.”

Ghost buried his face in the bed and tried to be silent. To disappear and never ever be seen again.

Soap swallowed so loudly he could hear it over Roba’s grunting. “Can i?..” 

“Yes.”

Ghost felt fingers card through his hair. So gentle and sweet. 

“Simon. A little effort, yeah?”

Ghost shivered and made fake whimpers into the bedding. He looked at Soap and they accidentally made eye contact. It was so intense. 

Soap let out a breath. Pity. 

Ghost wanted to cry. He instead glared at Soap before burying his face back into the sheets as he serviced Roba. His hips rocked back and he tried His best to speed this process up. 

Soap ran his fingers along his cheek and Ghost bit him, sinking his teeth into the kind flesh that wished to be nice to him. Soap didn’t pull away, instead letting him keep his teeth into him. 

“Barely even sentient. A step above an animal.” Roba smiled. “You’re not allowed to touch him like this. But you can watch. You’re clearly enjoying it.”

Ghost looked up to see Soap was, in fact, fucking hard. From his humiliation. Humans were awful. 

They were cruel. 

And fucking sadists. 

“You can get off.”

“No, thank you, sir.” Soap wouldn’t look at Ghost’s eyes now. 

Roba continued to fuck him until he finished. He pulled out and fixed his pants. “Simon. Get up and get clean. Then put on your armor and find that fucking monster.” He slapped his ass hard and Ghost wasn’t sure he could get anymore red. 

Pilar and Roba left and it was quiet for a while before Soap started moving. He cleaned up the wounds on his back silently. “Im sorry… i didn’t… i didn’t mean.”

“Shut up. You got off on it didn’t you?”

“No! Its not like that! I sweat just…”

“You find it sexually attractive. Me being fucking degrading.”

Soap winced. “No. Sorry i didn’t mean to react to it, just… you’re attractive but i swear its not… i don’t…”

Ghost stood up, feeling such an intense pain everywhere. His back. His fucking… He grabbed the bed to keep himself steady. “Just give me my fucking clothes.”

Soap handed them to him. “I really… I’m sorry.”

“Shut up. Let’s just fucking go.”

Look at hiiiim! Such a pretty lad! Gonna give him a smooch if johnny don't get to him first-

Simons tattoos! i have always seen him w neck/chest tattoos but i finally got around to drawing them :]

HAPPY TO BE OF SERVICE BOO <33

And thanks for the compliment, I'll be here lurking for a while so if you want anything else drawn just turn on a lamp and I'll be there :))

HAHAHAHA GUESS WHAT I JUST FINISHED

M O T H

OMFG SHES SODKSNRKSSHAOLEMSJSH SHES AMAZING

IM FREAKING OUT RN

OMFG4H3I29WKAHSJAKA SHES ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUUULLLLL

This is the first time someone has drawn something for me. And especially from my writing. This is truly amazing and I'm so glad and grateful. <3<3 AND SECOND OFF YOU'RE AN AMAZING ARTIST???? HOLY SHIT

This pleases me.

OMG SWEETHEART GETTING THE GUYS WORKED UP😍 GET IT GIRLFRIEND

imagine she wears on the those dresses that have HIGH ass slits on both sides showing off her thighs and a sliver of her ass. just a peak yk..a little tease for later

WHHOOOOO

I mean it looks so beautiful on her. Hair in thick, long braids, pearls interwoven in the hair by delicate hands, with gold sparkly jewelry adorning on her skin. She looks like ethereal royalty, sultry makeup and hair. Lips glossy and plump with such a pretty color and nails dipped in gold.

And that dress...

It might as well be a second skin, with how sinful it looks on her. A black Spaghetti strapped body con dress with the deepest v-line they've ever seen. And when she walks, the splits show off her shiny, thick thighs and her long "Stairway to Heaven" legs-- fuckkkkkk

The clicks of her gold gladiator heels makes all of their fantasies want to come true. "Alright, boys! How do I look?" She asks with a smile as she pivots her back towards them. Oh hell, you can see some of her ass-- who the fuck made this dress?

Gaz inhales deeply and Alex bites his fist. Soap has drool coming out of his mouth while Ghost is hiding his crotch behind a pillow. "You look absolutely gorgeous, princess." Price tells her with a low voice, his crossed arms straining against his chest. "Strahlend..." König whispers to himself. "Good." Horangi flats out. He mechanically gives her a thumbs up, not noticing the blood trickling out of his mask. "Good, good. Very good style."

Sweetheart giggles, collecting her purse. "Awww, thanks guys! I'll see you later, okay?" As she was turning around, she drops her wallet on the floor. She mumbles a curse under her breath and bends down to retrieve it.

I mean, good lord. They can only take so much.

Bro but actually tho Lowkey reminds me of the conversations with my bf where he likes boils himself alive in the bath like a lobster. We've now dubbed him Sir. Snipps. He's just doom scrolling on his phone and I'm banging on the door like BABES PLEASE-

I’m an absolute rat bastard at hotels, by which I mean that if I get my own room I’ll turn on the shower as hot as it’ll go and just vibe in there. Like yeah I’ll clean up and wash my hair but after that? Straight vibes, just hanging out, doom scrolling…playingmermaids…. Not my water bill not my problem.

Now imagine ghost does the same thing. Gets to a hotel and just hogs the bathroom for fucking hours and finally Soaps like Lt what the actual FUCK are you doing in there. And like, he’d almost understand it more if Ghost was getting nasty in there yknow? But no, mans just looking at shitty memes and soaps like you didn’t inVITE ME????? It becomes a tradition after that. Hotel, clean up, turn shower into a sauna, profit.

worrying is like worshipping the problem

Ya'll know who you are <3

The need to have these women step on me praise me is beyond anything this world could even begin to comprehend

Can’t stop thinking about the women can easily flip ghost or konig into the fucking ground. Like a sack of potatoes because they are strong like that.

Can’t stop thinking about soap shooting his shot on the K-9 handler but fumbled when she gave him her full attention.

Can’t stop thinking about Ale getting beet red, squirming, and stuttering when one of the women sit besides him and flirt with him. Looking at him with her intense and alluring eyes.

Can’t stop thinking about Price who is usually compose and sharp minded getting distracted and blank when the female captain, speak and he just straight of the bat agreeing with her.

Can’t stop thinking about Gaz being coodle just because how cute he is, the ladies coddles him, and always compliments him doing a great job. Making his head spin and dying inside.

😫😫😫😫

Losing my mind rn fr fr 💯💯💯

I SEE THOSE TOP SURGERY SCARS!!! LITERALLY HEART EYES RN WHAT A KING. THE TATTOOS TOO UUGGGHH

Cormac is just my little guy idk what else to tell you

LMAO One of my friends just straight grabs my face. Straight up full hand latches on and I do it back. No words are spoken and we just move on with confused bystanders staring at us. And then there's the aggressive headpats that linger for an uncomfortable friendly amount of time

Love the "ruh" tho lol, my group just goes "MERP" in a really high pitched voice, differing volumes depending on who's doing it.

I find it so fucking funny how I've managed to amass a friend group of nearly all neurodivergents. Like-

There are about 3 people in it that have no chance of getting into the grippy sock vacation.

And the other 17?

Well.

There were about 10 of us going to Home Depot cause we're helping one of our group to get stuff for their new deck and just. We're in the outdoor garden part and one of my friends just slaps my arm and points at 2 crows and the only word that leaves their mouth is

"Crow"

I turned and saw the crows and just even louder stated "CROW" and everyone in our group just turned and stared bug eyed at the crows in pure silence for a solid 5 seconds before another friend piped up and said

"Those are some nice birbs."

And we all nodded and mumbled our collective agreement.