30 Sometimes-writer. Presently in COD/ #ghoap. violently allergic to censorship. ship and let ship, etc: all the things that used to just be normal etiquette
Part 3 of the FeralGhost Au
(Part 2: x.com/spiresshadow/status/20…)
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Alpha is forced to admit, slowly, reluctantly, *painfully,* as he searches every corner for the threat and finds nothing, that this… isn’t much of a den.
It’s a single room, no close and comfortable nest,
Part 2 of the feral #Ghoap#Omegaverse
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*Omega,* the deepest parts of him rumble, smug and satisfied, as he pulls off the silly thing on his head and the scents around him strike true and deep. 🧵⬇️
Part 4 of the #ghoap Feral Alpha Ghost
Soap glares down at the big, stupid, *dramatic* Alpha beneath him, lax and pliant and still fucking blinking up at him with huge, vulnerable eyes, making sad little whining sounds intermittently as
Part 4 of the #ghoap Feral Alpha Ghost
Soap glares down at the big, stupid, *dramatic* Alpha beneath him, lax and pliant and still fucking blinking up at him with huge, vulnerable eyes, making sad little whining sounds intermittently as
Part 3 of the FeralGhost Au
(Part 2: x.com/spiresshadow/status/20…)
~~
Alpha is forced to admit, slowly, reluctantly, *painfully,* as he searches every corner for the threat and finds nothing, that this… isn’t much of a den.
It’s a single room, no close and comfortable nest,
and licked and nuzzled into the soft skin under Soap’s chin and didn’t even *try* to hurt him, or get free again, or bite at Soap’s mission-armored collar. “What happened to you, you big sweet thing? What got you so scared of yourself, huh?”
He won’t get an answer, clearly, but Soap’s softer tones at least get a positive reaction, the purr below him kicking up even louder in a way that Soap wouldn’t have imagined it could, already fit to rattle bones.