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I need the movie boys to have the most realistic sibling fights possible I'm on my knees
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
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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.”