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liv | ghoap brainrot • 🔞 30+ • she/her

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Was thinking earlier about ghoap’s very real power imbalance bc of their ranks and how serious it really would be, and just,,, mmmyes.

How screwed they would be if some other superior caught on to the crazy, very not normal chemistry between them.

mildly nsfw 🔞🧵
November 19, 2025 at 8:21 PM
love to think about how the risk of it is what really gets them going tbh. adrenaline junkies who like danger and close calls 🙂‍↕️
November 19, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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November 19, 2025 at 1:55 PM
aaaaaand yeah maybe Ghost ends up grabbing Soap by the hair and pushing him to his knees, growling at him to suck him off then if he's so keen to be a slag. They're both damned anyway.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Wants to throw caution and propriety to the wind and fuck Soap right here where anyone could catch them. And that thought alone only makes him fill out against his own hip, is sure Soap can feel it too, damning and obvious. Practically a surrender in and of itself.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Soap's compact body pressing tight and warm against him, practically fucking rubbing off against his thigh in the open night air on a semi-friendly base. Has to groan just to let out his frustration with this entire situation.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
"/Taking advantage?/" Soap coos, lips now pressed right against Ghost's ear, the obvious brush of a cock filling out thick and searing against Ghost's thigh. "What if I say 'please'?"

And Ghost is just losing his fucking mind,
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
"CO taking advantage of his subordinate."

He has to twist his head further aside as Soap presses the line of his body flush with Ghost's own, a soft hum of protest pressed beneath his ear. Fingers burned shiny pink. "They'll hear what they want," Ghost reiterates. Warns.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
"Helpless little grunt begging his CO for some special treatment?"

Ghost has to steady himself, tries to keep his eyes up and away, still resolutely scanning their surroundings over the top of Soap's ruffled hair, the close edge of his temple. Shakes his head ever so slightly.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
He has that look in his eye again. Insolent. A toddler reaching out for the searing stovetop. "And what would they hear, eh?"

His lids are lowered when he presses in, dark half moons flicking up and down Ghost's features, lightly parted lips curling up sharp at the corners.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
that doesn't make it acceptable in the eyes of King and Country.

Soap of course only leans in closer, inhaling Ghost's second hand smoke like he was intending to shotgun it before Ghost had let it out on a gruff sigh.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
The night is dead as can be, this spot relatively secluded and dark but it's dangerous what they do.

Particularly as far away as they are from familiar ground. Price may be willing to turn a blind eye as long as their work isn't compromised but
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Maybe one night Soap is a little too bold while they’re smoking behind a building and Ghost has to address it. Mutters a very low warning of “Careful, sergeant.”

“Why?”

“Ears everywhere.” And Ghost can’t help glancing around out of habit.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
How the risk of that would affect how they, particularly Ghost, might need to behave while they’re guests on another base somewhere.

Them having to consciously try to tone down how familiar they are, really even before they’ve fucked, but that tension is still so palpable.
November 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM
aw thank you dude! i really appreciate that 💜
November 6, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Ghoap and breath play on my mind today🧵

Soap who loves the feeling of Ghost’s hand wrapped around his throat, craves the security and anchor of that strong grip right under his jaw, Ghost’s fingertips nearly meeting at the back of his neck.
September 23, 2025 at 11:19 AM
much to think about 🙂‍↕️
September 22, 2025 at 11:45 PM
for Ghost to hold Soap’s breath in his hands and decide when he can have it.

It’s an addiction, plain and simple, but a street that goes both ways. Give and take, plea and reward. Maybe they’re made for each other, truly and terribly. But that’s a concern for some other time.

/end
September 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM
sharp little inhales getting stuck in his chest the longer Ghost holds him. On heavier nights, Soap will hold his breath before Ghost has even taken the option away, arches his head back into the sheets to push up into Ghost’s palm, begging for that release,
September 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM
and Ghost gives him the treat of his bare skin. It’s far more of an intimate act, putting his hands on Soap like this, rough callouses pressing into tendons, fingerprints over warm arteries.

It’s connection and caressing. It’s Soap giving himself entirely,
September 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Soap’s mouth running a mile a minute with dirty encouragements and filthy promises that drive Ghost mad. Make him fuck Soap all the harder just to wring out his words.

But nothing beats the moments where they can truly indulge. When Soap begs for the gloves to come off
September 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Turns malleable and sweet, sticky sugar under Ghost’s touch, heavy lids over blue eyes, sharp lips turned plush, parting with a wordless gasp and grateful sigh.

It’s one of the only times Soap truly slows down, every other escapade of theirs always quick and persistent,
September 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM