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Any alpha on base would love nothing more than to knock the hot-headed, pyromaniac, pretty-boy John ‘Soap’ MacTavish down a peg, reduce him into a heat-drunk whining and begging mess, stretched full and filled to the brim because he begged for it.
Not if his Lieutenant has anything to fucking say about it.
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- Part 2 of Prompted One-Shots
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09 Jun 2026
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This is how it all begins by Anonymous
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
06 Jun 2026
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"My sleep schedule doesn't need to be so rigid- humans are-"
"I have read about humans. All studies suggest you need rigid schedule."
Grace closed his mouth. He missed being Rocky's only source of knowledge about humans.
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Grace has very important business to do and he needs to work for just a few more minutes. Rocky and Adrian have other plans.
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- Part 1 of PHM fics
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06 Jun 2026
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At 22, Clive Rosfield has his place in the world figured out. He is the First Shield, protector of his younger brother, and more importantly he is "nothing more than a knight" according to his mother.
He was fine with this life.
Like a storm, Lord Commander of Waloed Cidolfus Telamon arrives in Rosaria to make negotations in place of his King. Unaging, unyelding. The Dominant of Ramuh is dangerous, but what is more dangerous is what he brings with him. Something Clive has not had since the Pheonix rejected him all those years ago. . .
And the Lord Commander intends to keep what he has found.
(*Pairs adjusted as I write* but the main pair will not change. Tags updated as needed)
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29 May 2026
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“I’m okay,” Ghost had murmured, a skeletal gloved hand coming out to cradle his jaw, thumb swiping away the blood, the sinew, the remainder of the carnage that Soap had caused in his desperation to get to Simon.
And despite the fact that Simon nearly died, the man had leaned forward, pulling John beneath his chin, the skull mask digging against his temple. But John didn’t care, the pain reminded him that this was real. That Simon was alive, that he was breathing.
And the man said nothing when John lifted a hand, when he pulled at the edge of the balaclava, slipping beneath the fabric, hand splayed flat against the column of Simon's throat, crying out when he felt his pulse, strong and steady beneath his fingertips.
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25 May 2026
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Even before he became "Soap" - hell, before he became "John" - he had always been too tall, too bulky, too… much to sit on someone else's face. At least, not without fearing a significant risk to their health. Fumbling, youth-dumb experiments in the dark never overshadowed that trepidation. No, any time his previous lovers offered to be Soap's seat, he would be more concerned by the idea of accidentally suffocating them than thrilled by the prospect of riding their tongue.
Or, Soap rides Ghost's face.
(Loosely a part of the "A Sorta Fairytale" series, but makes very little reference to it.)
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- Part 4 of A Sorta Fairytale
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14 May 2026