#onepostfic #ghoap

Simon's a downtime smoker, tongues the filter while cutting a look at over at Johnny;

Soap's a downtime drinker, rubs his thumb over his glass, licks at the rim, keeping Ghost in his peripherals;

Simon licks sweat off his lip;

Soap knocks back his drink, decision made

#onepostfic #ghoap The House That Simon Built except its a hunting cottage for one, built on a whim spurred by a need for a place to call his away from Credenhill; except he's started adding to it: a porch, 2nd kitchen chair, a bigger bed. Before he knows it he's turned his space into a home for two

#onepostfic #ghoap

Ghost is shirtless. Gloves, mask, shoes removed. Soap's eyes traces Ghost's tattoos as he ashes his cigarette out the window, his scars as Ghost drops his hand to press a thumb into the bruises on Soap's ankle. Soap's eyes blink in time to the emergency lights flashing by outside

Simon likes his tea the eay his mum used to like hers, just with more sugar. She'd never stir her tea enough, drink it piping hot, and leave him the last bit in her cup, undesolved sugar and all. Now he has a whole cup to himself, sweet as the tea she'd pass him in their old kitchen #onepostfic

#azcock #onepostfic
Azri'a - wanting neither the catharsis of a flogging nor the comfort of being an obedient, doted on pup - can only shake his head when Hancock asks what he needs. Its all overstimulating and overwhelming and he can't think. He wants to be nothing, be made into noone, for a while

#cyberpunk2077 #onepostfic

V woke with an aching cunt, black eye and killer hangover

"I can overlook you're a cop" he'd told River the night before, shoving his friend's hand into his pants, "you can overlook some things too cause I have what you like right here"

Post nut clarity sure was a bitch

#ghoap #onepostfic

Following the chunnel, OR, MRI scans, a hushed transfer, trashed hospital room and months of carefully failed tests, it's Ghost's lockpicking lessons that give him hope

Pain pierces his eye and Soap tastes blood as he visualises the inside of the lock and 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 to slip open

Oop #onepostfic

#ghoap #onepostfic

Ghost, who absolutely hates texting, only has a call plan, hunts down the right number, and on 24 December, because he can't feel celebratory on the day itself, sends a single text from his personal phone, from place unknown

"Merry Christmas, Johnny"

Azria, sat on towels beside a bath placed like a centre stage in the middle of his apartment, his basic needs distilled to a performance for viewing. Idk, his eyes just looked particularly dead, and it made me salivate

Even my basest weakness
Is nothing but a show
Entertaining the masses
In blood, or whimpers, or needs

Stage

#Azria #ffxivwol #onepostfic #FFXIVScreenshots

#ghoap #onepostfic

Ghost kneels, opens his jaw wide, minds his fangs. He shudders as Soap hums an offkey tune as he presses his pricked thumb down hard, drawing a sigil in blood on Ghost's tongue. The binding settles, the blood hunger eases. Soap presses a chalice to his lips, feeds him darkness

#azcock #onepostfic

"I know you hate it," Hancock says

Az's body flinches from the 1st stinging switch strick

"You tried, you failed, you hate that more"

The 2nd strike lands perfectly over the first, the sting burns

"We break, build and try again"

The 3rd, last, hardest strike is absolution

#Azria #onepostfic Az's skin tingles with magnetic ambient vitality. Regen is a seeded, slow feed of healing energy; Benediction the expending of lightning from beneath his skin. The bowbranched forest canopy is a glowing network he can pull from, just a tug and wounds unravel, easier than breathing

Push you into how much writing? Could I interest you in writing something super short, something concise and juicy? A concept confined into a shockingly small wordcount? #onepostfic is worth a try if that sounds fun, or 100 word drabbles

I've only posted about 5.5k words on AO3 this year, but I didn't count the words in any of my threadfic. I've written quite a few #onepostfic recently, and continue to enjoy these supershot fic #anniewrites

#ghoap #onepostfic From the moment Ghost agrees to feed off Johnny he puts his Sergeant in iron supplements, restricts his evening caffeine, adjust his teaining schedules. With time and repeated regular feedings, anytime Ghost is away Johnny feels too full of blood, skin tight, flush and restless

There's something delicious about beta!Ghost staring across the training ground at alpha!Soap imagining trailing his tongue to follow the sweat that drips down Soap's back, getting his hands and tongue on him and in him. With the mask and no strong scent, its Ghost's little secret #onepostfic #ghoap

Sleepy pup Az wakes up, his head on Hancock's lap, and proceeds to nuzzle his stomach till he gets headpats. He turns and lightly captures Hancock's thumb between his teeth, pauses for a reaction, and when the thumb remains, closes his mouth around it then forcefully settles #azcock #onepostfic

He stands watch through the night, staring into the dark 'til it seems to be moving

Is that a light? A guard?

Fear rises him as he steps away from his post

"Hey! Close that light! It'll draw t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ḿ̬̏ͤͅ out!"

A clawed hand drops the lamp, the impact blinding

True darkness muffles the rest

#onepostfic

Johnny comes back wrong, with a hunger only touch eases. He lures Simon, who tastes oddly of salt and sulphur, of warm skin and ash

He's drunk on the sex, hungover on the darkness. Simon looks happier, lighter, its good-

'til Simon gets too tired to stand or open his eyes #onepostfic #ghoap

Old habits are hard to break

Johnny chewing gum, flavourless and scentless by design. They're not meant to be enjoyable, but meant to be the most surreptitious way for him to keep his mouth occupied and stop him from yapping because he's hyper vigilant for "the signs"

a Shut up, Soap #onepostfic

I was just wondering if anyone has used Simon Says as a fic title and if it'd be kinky

Then got struck by wondering if, before having any way of knowing Ghost's name, Soap blurts out the line "Simon says stand still" bc the game has been something he uses to help him focus

#ghoap #onepostfic

Service top alpha!Ghost whose new Sergeant is a beta, so Soap won't need to put in for his services, right? Right?

Gaz and Price's heads hurt, they've and rolled their eyes so much

Also, Soap half ready to offer Ghost a night off and full package service of his own 👉👈

#ghoap #onepostfic

Simon "Ghost" Riley who is so enamoured by how Johnny is falling apart beneath him he forgets to chase his own orgasm

Simon "Ghost" Riley who despite the efforts to rearrange his guts can't help looking up at Johnny between his legs saying "God, you're beautiful" like a prayer

#ghoap #onepostfic

Hancock sets the events in motion, nudging Az towards Madison. Az straddles Madison's lap, he's learnt the other will agree so doesn't ask first

Az turns his head looking over his shoulder as he presses close, hips aligning. Madison follows his gaze and gasps, eyes drawn to Hancock too #onepostfic

I'm still here~

I want Az to nose up under Hancock's jaw, gently bump his chin over so he can lick the skin over his carotid, tongue wet and hot

#anniewrites #anniestruggles #onepostfic #azcock

A/b/o #ghoap with beta!Ghost and beta!Soap but people like to make assumptions and I just love the idea of many misconceptions, and or beta insecurities and/or betaXbeta bliss
#anniewrites #onepostfic

#ghoap Probably on a mission on private comms

"Was a young officer then, Sergeant. Wanna know what I said to him?" Ghost drawls, covering Soap's advance

"Go on, tell me."

Ghost makes a point to look Soap dead in the eye

"Sir, yes, sir."

The fucker grins through Johnny bluescreening #onepostfic

#ghoap where Ghost is the half feral werewolf, but its human Soap that Ghodt directs all his "go fetch"/ "good boy"/ dog-coded quips to, and its Soap that all but thrives on it like he's licking blood off Ghost's bare fingers

#anniewrites #onepostfic