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He’s been marked by Ghost in many different ways. Spit and cum and bite marks and blood and bruises—and on one memorable occasion, a knife when he begged Ghost to give him something that would last. The initials SR are gouged into his left inner thigh, and the look Ghost gave him when he was done made Soap feel like he could swallow the sun, more powerful than God with double His achievements in a fraction of the time.
It doesn’t even occur to Soap that there’s a way he’s missing.
Ghost pisses on Soap.
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The shifting of fabric draws II’s attention away from his game. He watches Vessel wake from his afternoon nap, eyes still closed as he stretches and shifts into the sun patch shining in through the window. When he reaches the apex of his stretch, he lets out a happy little noise before stilling with his hands folded on his stomach. II doesn’t remember when he started watching over Vessel while he communes with Sleep, but it’s routine now: Vessel will settle in his living room nap nest, and II will boot up their Xbox and stay close until Vessel wakes.
Vessel and II let Sleep decide on the title of their second album. Things spiral from there.
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the perfect start to a perfect war by concretecreature
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
03 Feb 2025
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Johnny smiles against Ghost’s neck, kissing near his jugular vein to suppress the desire to sink his teeth in until he can tear it out. Ghost is playing into his hand and he doesn’t even know it. “We could have a baby.”
One second, Johnny is in Ghost’s lap. The next, he’s on his back on top of the couch cushions. “Why would I want my kid to have a whore for a mother?” Ghost growls, but he can’t keep his hands off of Johnny’s stomach.
Johnny is a joytoy with merc aspirations. Ghost is a fixer. Johnny devises a plan to get to the top of Night City.
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IV watches II with an intensity that would be concerning to someone more well-adjusted, trying to intuit what II needs before he has the opportunity to deny himself. II's behavior points to a past where he was never made a priority, which will confuse IV as long as he lives. He can’t imagine letting II fall by the wayside when he deserves the world. Even if IV feels like he makes for a paltry consolation prize in comparison most days, he’d do anything for his lover.
IV realizes his lover has a secret kink. He sets out to show II there's no reason to hide anything from him.
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He doesn’t remember how he found the station, or when he even started listening. Maybe it’s just always been there, something as intrinsic to his life as breathing. Or maybe he’s just mad, since no one seems to know what he’s talking about when he mentions it. They say the station is dead air or static when they’re in his car, despite the way music is so clearly coming through the speakers.
The voice on the radio calls to II. His obsession with it leads him to a man who's possibly an angel and God.
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Vessel knows he’s a good musician—one part early and frequent childhood lessons, one part natural talent, one part ancient deity—but he’s never had a desire to build up his skill set with a drum kit. And that’s what the music is missing, the beat that will be the backbone of their Worship when it eventually gets delivered to the masses. That little wrench in the plan becomes bigger when Sleep starts hounding him about it day and night. Incessant, unrelenting, so bloody annoying when Vessel is trying to find a drummer.
It’s a tall ask when Vessel is a perfectionist with a dash of control issues who comes as a package deal with a demanding god riding shotgun in his body. It’s been a long search with many false starts and rejects. An utterly exhausting endeavor, and he's got nothing to show for it.
It’s complete happenstance that leads Vessel to his drummer.
Sleep's Second is so much more than a drummer. He's the piece that Vessel's been missing all his life.
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My First. It’s spoken directly into his head, so many voices layered on top of one another that Vessel’s knees buckle. Just one word feels like his skull is being split open so his mind can be ripped apart by angry, omnipotent claws. It’s a level of pain that feels personal.
“Sleep,” Vessel grits out. He tries to stand, but his legs won’t let him. One part bodily torment, one part Sleep’s way of forcing him to kneel in piety. They are not equals, here or anywhere, and Sleep is always there to remind him when he forgets.
The twisted little game Sleep and Vessel play finally comes to an end.
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from the start, they knew you were wrong by concretecreature
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Jul 2024
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They say a girl’s first love is her daddy. Ghost knows that’s true. His own daughter always wanted to be attached at the hip from her very first steps taken, much to the ire of his wife. He had a daddy’s girl, through and through. There’s no cute saying for when your daughter becomes your son and that puppy love becomes a decidedly unhealthy infatuation.
Johnny pushes boundaries but never takes the plunge. Ghost helps his son out.
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Punk returns to wrestling after his suspension in the form of Collision. Maxwell doesn't handle it well.
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heaven in your eyes (i was not baptized) by concretecreature for congee4lunch
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
05 Feb 2023
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So while Ghost doesn’t have plans to take a wife, he has Johnny, and that’s better. Lonely hearts wouldn’t wax poetic about beautiful women if they knew Johnny MacTavish, but Ghost is glad they don’t. Because he is undeserving of Johnny’s love, rotten to the core, and Ghost doesn’t need thousands of men tempting Johnny with something better. Because someone could love Johnny better, but they wouldn’t love him more. Ghost’s love may be a grotesque thing, but no one can doubt it’s there. It overflows from every word and thought and action, fills the space between his bones and pounds in a steady counterrhythm to his heartbeat. His love for Johnny is all he has in this miserable life, and he’s not going to water it down—doesn’t think he could, even if Johnny asked it of him.
Ghost's (un)planned proposal.
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Something in Buck snaps. He closes the distance between them in a dozen quick strides. He grabs Eddie by the jaw, forcing Eddie to look up at him. “When we started this thing, we agreed that there was no room for egos. Do you need to be reminded of your place?”
Being a professional athlete is hard. Buck and Eddie have a system in place for when it gets to be too much.
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growing sideways by concretecreature for congee4lunch
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Dec 2022
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[His now ex-girlfriend] leaves and Soap feels nothing as the door closes behind her. He sighs and finishes packing his duffel. His family will be upset, sure, but it’s no great loss. She can find someone better than him, a man who will love her the way Soap has witnessed on TV and heard people talk about but never experienced for himself. Perhaps he’s just not wired for it, some part of his brain fundamentally broken in a way that makes him good for the military but not much else.
No point in dwelling on it. His relationship may be over, but he doesn’t need a girlfriend right now—not when he’s gunning for a promotion.
And certainly not when he has Ghost.
Soap and Ghost have an arrangement where they help each other get off. It's not cheating and it's certainly not gay, until it is.
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you and me in ecstasy by concretecreature for m1ckstart
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
16 Dec 2022
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“Ghost, are you crazy?” Soap hisses when Ghost starts tugging on his zipper. He isn’t hard, but he will be. Ghost will make sure of it.
“Come on, Johnny. Don’t you trust me?” It’s a taunt as much as a reminder that it isn’t Soap's place to question him. Ghost cups Soap's dick through his underwear. “We’re just gonna have some fun, yeah?”
Soap acquiesces easily, hiding his face in Ghost’s neck, embarrassed. It makes Ghost want to be mean, to see how red he can make Soap blush. Soap has no problem running his mouth or batting his eyelashes at any man with a pulse to get what he wants, but the second all attention is focused squarely on him, he gets shy.
It’s almost cute.
Ghost and Soap put on an impromptu show for some of the 141 guys.
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you're just my type by concretecreature for Iced_Obsidian
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Dec 2022
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Soap has always had type, and that type is men with imposing statures, big enough to throw him around and mean enough to want to. So when he gets his first glance at the infamous Ghost, his lieutenant being built like a brick shithouse and more than willing to put him in his place means he develops what could charitably be called an obnoxious infatuation but is really more of an unhealthy obsession.
Soap wants to get fucked. Plans shift when he learns Ghost is trans.
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meet me in the middle with your guard down by concretecreature
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
18 Nov 2022
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Every lesson Soap's ever been taught about propriety goes out the window when it comes to Ghost, something dark and hungry and possessive within him needing everyone to know what he has. He wants to keep Ghost on a short leash, wants to sink claws into his skin so deeply that he tears sinew and reshapes muscles. Forget something so fickle as marriage; Soap would engrave his name on every one of Ghost’s bones if he could.
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To become Ghost was to kill Simon Riley, to abandon human wants and needs because a ghost did not want or need. All that’s left behind is a name for the KIA records and a lethal specter that’s property of the British government, something that exists only to point and shoot when told.
A Simon Riley character study, of sorts.
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Eddie gets a side view of the guy at the bar as he approaches. He can tell this man is tall despite how his upper body is doing its best to fold over the bar top. His hair is shaved down on the sides and curling on top, and it looks like he has a bruise or birthmark near his eye. There’s nothing about him that draws Eddie in until he watches him down three shots without taking a breath. The way his throat moves when he swallows has Eddie selecting the barstool right next to him.
“Drinking to forget, or do you always throw back shots like they’re water?” Eddie asks, elbow on the counter.
The guy half-turns towards him and Eddie gets a whole lot more interested. He’s a fucking rocket, the hottest guy Eddie’s seen in quite some time despite the dark circles under his eyes and the scowl on his face.
“Do you just not know how to mind your business tonight, or do you always bother strangers?”
Who says an awkward morning after with your one night stand and your son can't lead to something more?
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- Part 3 of the 9-1-1 hockey au
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“Buck, look at me.” Buck does, flicking his eyes up to see Eddie holding his phone, clearly taking a picture. The flood of dings signifying incoming messages is unexpected music to his ears.
“The boys love you,” Eddie says with a smirk. It gets Buck outrageously hot, sucking his husband off while Eddie scrolls through his phone without a care in the world. It’s his right as a champion, to have a warm mouth at his disposal while he does whatever he wants.
The LA Kings win the Stanley Cup. Buck and Eddie celebrate.
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- Part 2 of the 9-1-1 hockey au
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The Wednesday before the break, after a few too many mimosas at brunch with the WAGs and hearing them talk about ways to spice up sex after having kids, Buck pulls out his black card and searches online for pretty lingerie. While their sex isn’t boring, especially after less than a year together, he hasn’t met a single person who doesn’t like lingerie.
An AU where Buck buys lingerie to surprise Eddie, his NHL player husband.
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- Part 1 of the 9-1-1 hockey au
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see the beast you've made of me by concretecreature
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
03 Jul 2021
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Rex didn’t really get it at first, but looking at Cody, at how grateful he looks to be kept, it does things to Rex. He looks like something out of Rex’s wildest dreams. Cody could kill Rex in a hundred different ways without blinking, and yet, here he is: submitting, simply because he wants to.
“How do you like it?” Rex asks. He has to clear his throat a few times to get the words to come out right.
“It’s good,” Cody murmurs. “Feels right.”
Cody gets called Rex's attack dog like he's supposed to be offended by it.