ding ding ding, dinner’s served (don’t look at how quickly i wrote this, i was possessed)

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fic, “Wanted: Alive” on ao3 summary: "Can't say I'm not surprised to see ya here." Ghost clicks his tongue as he dismounts his horse with a smooth sweep of his leg. Lazily stretching out his arm, Ghost lets his palm land on the handle of the Luger tucked into the holster slung at his waist. His weight comes to rest cocked on one hip as he stares down at glowering blue eyes. "The infamous John "Soap" MacTavish, captured by one of my lowly men. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." or a pillory gets put to good use

and there we have it folks, the final day of bgw hot off the press 🫡 hope you enjoy!! thank you tenz for all the work you put into hosting this event

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“How To Break A Man” on ao3 summary: The man tied to the chair stares right at Ghost as he fists his pulsing, ruddy cock in harsh, frenetic stripes. Heat billows from the tip in jerky waves as the blazing skin meets dry air. He doesn't know how that piercing, fractalled blue even knows where to look. The man can't possibly find the tar pit black of Ghost's eyes. Not when he's secured behind a two-way mirror. Yet they do, chips of crisp ice flecked in an arctic sea and pupils a perfect sphere of all-consuming black that drag him down into their luring, lethal currents, tracking Ghost's eyes with the precision lock of an ICBM. Ghost flicks his gaze towards the door between them to double check it's locked. It is. Of course it is.

let me just slide day 6 in here real quick 🫡

six down, one to go 🤭

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fic “i feel like i’m breaking free” on ao3 summary: As their first mating came and went, and their minds curled around each other, taking root deep in the existence of the other, Soap wanted each passing second to feel like a heated iron spike right through his eye socket. At least then he would be certain he could cherish every future moment in the pale skin of his mate. He released the hold he had on the minds of those within the coliseum soon after his mate was safe back in his nest, because while his hunger still raged within him, it no longed called for ripe souls. It only called to hunt and stalk and play and lay with his mate. And to finalize their bond with his seed— To breed. To gift Simon with their young. or ghost's got a squeeky clean, fresh off the lot cervix and soap is here to break in that new uterus smell

day 5 posted on day 6, more likely than you think

part 2 of “come to the garden with me” but 👊 edition

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fic, "Yours to Bleed (Mine to Keep)" on ao3 summary: Omegas dread the courting rite. For them, the acts of brutal violence are too much to handle. Alphas drugged into their first pre-ruts are pitted against one another, every feral instinct forcibly pushed to the forefront until they are nothing but mindless beasts clawing at each other's throats, ripping through flesh to expose rabid hearts pounding with the pheromones coursing through their blood. Consumed with the hunger to kill and court and mate and fuck. But Ghost couldn’t be more different from his brethren and sistren. He basks in the violence, in the carnage, in the purity of their most basic instincts. Bloodshed calls to him, as a form of art, as a display of one's true dominance, more so than anything else ever could. or the virgin omega bride ghost au

i am so excited to post DAY 4!!!!! @spiltspit.bsky.social and i had the chance to collab on this, please so gush about their work!!!!!! (link below)

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fic “Kiss Shot” from ao3 summary: Kiss Shot: a shot where the cue ball makes more than one contact with one or more object balls to score or the one where they have soft tender pool table sex

rolling in with day 3 🎱

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fic “Average Wants” on ao3 summary: /Ghost almost looks hypnotised as he traces the tip of the blade, mindlessly running his finger back and forth, uncaring for the way the dried blood flakes onto his glove and desk. Only when Soap takes a deep breath and the air tickles against the shell of Ghost's ear does he finally turn. When his eyes find Soap's they're… dazed, pupils blown so wide behind lidded eyes Soap can't tell where they end and his irises begin. The soft orange radiating from the bedside lamp is completely swallowed in their dark hue, and they look even darker when pitted against the bright blush Soap can see staining his skin from around the eye holes of his balaclava. It almost looks as if he's sinking into subspace…/ or throat goat simon ghost riley who gets denied the throat goating experience he truly wants because he didn't ask for what he needed

cw: piss, knives
day 2 here we come 🫡

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fic "there's something in me coming loose" on ao3 summary: Recovering quickly onto a dusty, leather clad knee, the Kestrel stands, then lunges. The swing is head on, aimed right between the brow ridge of the skull crudely stitched onto Ghost's galea. It's painfully telegraphed and easily defendable. A curling wisp of hazy black flutters from the edge of the curved sword, if only for a fleeting moment, but long enough to divert Ghost's attention. He dodges, the displaced air from the swift slash of the sica whistling over the sockets of his mask. Too close, closer than any sword has gotten in a long time. He deals with it like all the others.

bottom ghost week is finally here!!!! i cannot wait to share what i've got with you all 🫡 here is day 1, the title is from "The Garden" by Lovely Colours

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summary for "All Fetor & Fertile" on ao3: His mouth twitches, primed to tear out everything that lies caught in his maw. A shorn jaw presses into his, a staggered breath whistling in his ear as Zaytsev takes a laboured breath. He laughs, a pathetic, unnatural gasping sound. “I can’t believe it…The Ghost, Omega of the Riley fucking Pack—finally knocked up. And here I was thinking that Alpha of yours was sterile—or you, used up bitch that you are.” The blood pounding ragged in Ghost’s ears congeals, a resounding silence left to fill its absence. His jaw slackens, fangs dislodging from their place in the alpha’s throat. Zaytsev’s blood pours from his mouth and drips down his chin but he can’t so much as mourn the loss. “...What?” Ghost rasps. or when your torture session turns into a pregnancy reveal

torture 🤝 mafia boss simon "ghost" riley 🤝 unexpected pregnancy reveal

🪦🕊️ check those tags (and the art below 🤭)
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archiveofourown.org/works/649118...

ao3 preview and tag list of the fic “Bet and Vow (Gold and Black)”

fuck, they just keep falling out 🧍

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archiveofourown.org/works/620114...

ao3 preview of the fic “Let Me Whisper It in the Dark So I Can Preach It in the Light”

someone should’ve come up with a better title—

LMWIITDSICPIITL doesn’t really roll off the tongue
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archiveofourown.org/works/61726648

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