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As a fair warning, trans in this fic does not pertain to male / female dynamics. Both characters are male.
Trans here pertains to their secondary sex, and bitching / studding.
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In the late 70s, John MacTavish leaves home and moves to London where he meets prolific porn producer John Price. As his onscreen career launches, John faces off with his own sexuality as well as increasing alienation from his family, the speed of success, and the inexplicable pull he feels toward the studio boom operator, Ghost.
This is an AU based off of the movie “Boogie Nights” by Paul Thomas Anderson.
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Soap wants, more than anything, down deep where secrets have claw marks in them from how tightly they're held, to be seen. An artist and Submissive, he sees the world as few others do; a hidden Truculent, he sees others as few others do.
He sees, but he isn't seen.
Ghost wants, more than anything, to know what he wants. He oscillates between digging his teeth into the idea of Johnny and wanting to rend flesh from bone at the long-dead urges Johnny awakens within him.
He wants, but he doesn't know what.
Or: Sub for Sub Ghoap with a hefty side of hurt/comfort.
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This Life Looks Good On You by HigherMagic for Kassiopeia26
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Apr 2026
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"I want to mate with you, Johnny," he confesses. "Properly."
He can feel, beneath his hand, the curl of Soap's smile. "Ye already are," he soothes, nuzzling close.
"No, I mean… Permanently. Properly." Soap tilts his head. "Ordered a proper treatment plan, been seein' a civvy consultant. I want to really settle into it. Change, so I can be yours. If you let me."
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- Part 1 of Ides of March Giveaways
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And then, as Kozlov raked through the chocolate eggs, searching for a caramel one, it hit him. A wave of heat so intense that he momentarily couldn’t breathe, like he’d stuffed himself into a microwave. Sweat rolled down his back and his stomach gave a painful pulse, so intense it took every fibre of his being to stay upright. The pulse came again, and again. Ghost’s hand on the basket trembled. Surely not. Fucking hell this was diarrhoea. Kidney stones. Something else. Anything else. He couldn’t have come into spontaneous heat in a room full of Russian gangsters.
While on a reconnaissance mission Ghost unexpectedly comes into heat. Soap has a solution.