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Going to try and use my main blog cuz I kinda feel bad that I never use it so …. Look what I found in my notes

COD blog-> @halfadiamond

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P❀rn Themes

Summary: An AU in which you and the men are p❀rn stars. (Separate Scenarios of TF141 Men)

WC ~ 500

This Story Will Have: Adult Themes (MDNI), Somewhat cringe (little wholesome) P❀rn Themes such as (Mom’s Husband (Age Gap), Best Friend, Burglar, Bully x Victims Girlfriend), Slight (Breeding Kink, Spanking, Semi- Public/ Car Sex), Rough Sex, Creampies & Blow Job, Dubious Consent, Being Filmed

A/N: Not really proofread, I wrote this when I got the inspiration for it. I still suck at doing NSFW, Plz enjoy this while I try to finish up some writing. Also I got inspiration to write this from @/rawjutsu (I don’t know if they read COD?). Divider is mine hopefully I won’t change it anymore!

Price

Mom’s Husband

Where he has you pressed against the bed, your head wrapped around his bicep as he pounds into your hole. He praises you for having such a nice pussy that’s practically swallowing him up so velvety and yet so desperate to milk him for all he’s worth. Broken moans ring throughout the room with grunts from Price as he tells you all about how he’s going to fill you up with his babies or how you better be glad that your mother isn’t home because she would be devastated to see her daughter getting fucked by her husband. Better for him as he feels himself giving you yet another creampie. He ends it by pushing back his seed back into you with a slight tut as how are you going to end up full of his babies if it’s not staying inside?

Ghost

Burglar x Civilian

Where he breaks into your house and instead of him taking goods, he finds something more valuable to take. That leads to now where you’re on your knees, looking up at him with doe-like eyes as you go down on his cock. Camera is focused solely on you as you deliver him on of the best blowjobs he’s ever had since joining this field. He finds himself groaning and grunting as he sees your lips stretch around his cock with the occasional licks around the slit. Following along with the script, he holds your hair in his hands and he begins to fuck your mouth, relishing in the sounds of you gagging around him and how you hold onto his thighs. To end it all, he has you keep your mouth wide opened as he jacks himself off before painting the inside of your mouth with a creamy white.

Gaz

Bully x Victims girlfriend

Where you ask him to stop bullying your boyfriend and he agrees for a price. That leads to now where your face is pressed against the pillow, moaning obscenely as he pounds into you with your ass presented nicely for him, you can’t even remember how long it’s been since you’ve been here or how many orgasms you have already had. The camera is focused on your ass and your pussy as it swallows up his cock with the occasional squelch. Your moans get louder with the occasional spank, all his neighbors can hear is the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and your moans. Gaz ends it by sending a snap to your boyfriend with the caption.

You better thank your girlfriend for protecting you

And he makes damn sure that he gets a good shot of his cum coming out of your twitching cunt.

Soap

Best friends and car sex

Where you two are best friends sneaking away to finally fuck. Located somewhere private but not so private as you two are in his car. You two make the best of it as you ride him, trying your hardest to not bang your head on the roof of the car. Soap helps by occasionally holding you close to him as he thrusts relentlessly into your pussy. Wet squelches are heard alongside both of your moans. The camera is focused on your ass and his cock, and later you read the comments and see how frustrating it was to not be able to see you two kissing (that definitely wasn’t in the script). Eventually you end up laying on the center console as Soap pounds into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers trying his hardest to make sure you have a great orgasm. It ends with Soap coming all over your stomach and a slightly delirious giggle from you. 

A/N 2: Lowkey I loved writing this & I feel that out of the men, Soap would be the one that would make sure he got your number at the end of it.

[halfadiamond]

I did these moodboards for Farmer Graves and His Girly Girl City Wife a long time

Since I mentioned it to you @gl00myd00m

Also I’m writing a bunch trynna to have a lot of stuff written out so that I can queue it. Trust Love in Trimesters will be receiving an update (I already know what gender the baby will be) 🤞🏼 still not so sure if Puppy Love will get a rewrite or not.

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Types of games TF141 play

Price: candy crush. devs have already reached out to him asking him to stop playing because they’re tired of creating new levels. also probably Panda Pop too (homage to me always seeing my mom play this game). Edit: forgot to add, he probably enjoys Mario.

Gaz: more of a Stardew (never played this game but seen some videos) and Animal Crossing guy. probably enjoys games that are peaceful in nature. will occasionally play games that are more action oriented but prefers peaceful games.

Ghost: mixture of everything. plays whatever peeks his interest. not a big gamer guy. surprisingly really good at puzzle/ horror games (doesn’t get scared so easily). will occasionally hop on to play games with Gaz or Soap (or even both).

Soap: action/ shooter games. probably has a Roblox account and has gotten into arguments with little kids. if anyone here watches Flamingo (❤️) you’ll kinda understand what im getting at. a big troller but also doesn’t get angry easily (aka rage quit). loves playing shooter games because it reminds him of his job. probably has a Twitch account/ follows some streamers to watch while out on missions (like his free time).

A/N: this was because I saw that I had a Live Streamer (just someone who streams anything/ past me never specified) Reader in my notes

[halfadiamond]

so umm i have a question, are you going to be updating love in trimester no rush, no rush and i dont care if you do beacuse im loving your other works right now, but i wanna see the happy ending, with the baby T_T

P.s same question with the puppy love..

TDLR:

Yes absolutely I’ll go back to them. If there’s a specific one you guys want updated first lmk!

Hi there!

I was planning on addressing this but I wasn’t sure if anybody really cared about them. But absolutely! I do plan on returning back to them! I miss Puppy Love (aka a slow burn romance of three idiots in love) and Love in Trimesters (slow burn poly love with a baby mixed into it)!

Tbh I’m considering rewriting Puppy Love because I feel that I didn’t give it as much effort as I did with Love in Trimesters. But 🤷🏻‍♀️ it could just be me being overly critical.

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the stories and I do plan on trying to go back to them. And for anyone who’s wondering about my Adler fic it’s still coming 😭 I’m just going to have to rewatch the gameplay again because I forgot everything.

And also… anon were u in my mind? I was just thinking about Love in Trimesters and was kinda in the mood to talk about Maxwell.

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My chaotic thought

There’s people when they see dad’s out with their kids and are like “oh babysitting the kids are you?” Like it’s some kind of joke

So what if someone sees Ghost with his kids and tell that to him, expecting him to laugh or joke with them

But like what if Ghost just says “no I just kidnapped them from their mom.” And he walks away with his kids, leaving the person to wonder if he’s actually joking or not

Idk why I thought of this

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Withered Bonds 2

Summary: In which the men learn what fear gets them.

WC ~ 2.7k

This story will have: Omegaverse Centric, Possible Inaccuracies about the Omegaverse, Set in the TF141 Men’s Perspective, Kinda Follows Along with Game, Men are Dumb, Open Ending

Fear is something that the men haven’t felt in a long time. Fear isn’t something that they should carry with them in their line of work. Being paraded with a hail of gunfire, having to watch their backs the more notoriety they gain, and knowing that this job increases their chances of meeting the grave earlier than expected.

It’s not something the men have felt in a long time, there has been times when they felt scared of certain things but never genuine fear. Genuine fear holds them back, makes it harder for them to carry on with their lives. That’s why they learn to push their fears aside and continue marching on.

—

They weren’t supposed to be at your office rather, a quick change up sent them your way. The only thing they were told was to watch their mouths around the nurse in that office from a grumbling passing by soldier.

Whatever that meant.

It’s not spotted easily what that meant. They didn’t see it when Simon barged into your office without knocking, and they didn’t see it when trying to make amends. It’s still not seen even when Johnny tries to make acquaintances with you with Kyle occasionally chiming in with his own thoughts. John and Simon chose to admire the sparse posters around the wall from one warning about unprotected sex to another talking about the biological natures of alphas, omegas, and betas there’s not much for them read.

They’re not sure how it leads them to staying in your office longer than necessary. Talking about a variety of things such as backstories, career plans, and even with you talking about your dreams of traveling around the world — in fact, that’s why you took this job. An unmated omega would face judgmental eyes for traveling around without an alpha or even a beta in sight, so to avoid the array of questions you chose to take this job as your workaround.

Maybe that’s why they cling to you. You’re just someone who’s trying to show the world that you can live a life without an alpha’s approval, in the military, nonetheless. A place where alphas here love looking down on anyone who’s deemed lower than them, you have that spark in you that’s not afraid to eye them down. That’s why they admire you, and it’s not long until you five arrange a time, date, and place to get to know each other more.

—

They learn what the alpha from before was warning them about through Kyle. Kyle, who had come by your office to see you, had planned to step in when he noticed an alpha berating you, but you shot Kyle a look before he could speak up. He wasn’t given much time to think about your plan before he sees you pour quite a bit of antiseptic onto a bandage before applying it without warning to the alpha’s wounded leg, leading him to howl in pain.

Kyle, who describes the scene in awe of your nature, recalls one thing about you, that you didn’t act innocent in front of the pair rather you gave the soldier a polite grin and informed him of the rules before continuing from where you left off. That’s when the men knew — you were someone special, someone who they knew they had to know more about.

And that they do. It’s an assortment of courting styles. From gifts to dates nearby their base, and even gifting you stuff with their scents on it. At first, they don’t realize it until they hear several alphas laughing at the base after witnessing them deliver another set of gifts to you.

They deduce it to be because of their biological nature, an alpha’s desire to show their omega that they could provide them with many items. The four men could take care of you, provide you with anything your heart could desire, so as long as you remain by their sides.

Unlike the dramas and the rare real life situations where alphas tend to fight over omegas they fancy, it never occurs with them to them, it’s natural. It’s natural for them to all want to be with you, and by the looks of it, they think you would never been able to choose between them. All of you five were meant to be together.

A late night snack break in your office leads to all five of you talking about your feelings, and all coming to the agreement that with your upcoming heat all of you guys would become a pack. You all would become each other’s safe haven.

—

They don’t know how to explain themselves when they reject your desire to be a pack during your heat. Where each time you got close to them, pleading with them to leave their claim, they all turned away from you.

It’s unexplainable, but John manages to come up with an excuse that you all should get to know each other better. To learn more about future plans and how this setup will work. Luckily for them, you manage to buy it and let Simon pamper you with your favorite sweets.

By your second heat, it’s Johnny who uses the same excuse again with you once again buying into it. They all know by this time that something is wrong. It’s the alarmed look they share with each other that they need to figure out what’s going on with them internally for them to turn you away each time.

They try looking into different experiences — from alphas who share an omega but none talk about encountering this. The much they could get was arguments that would occur over who would claim the omega first. Not much help for the men who find it hard to raise their voices at each other.

It’s a lot of researching and reading personal stories before they finally stumble upon an old question posted on a forum.

How can you not be scared?

Hi there! Looking for some advice, hope you guys could help me.

I (23m) am looking to claim my omega (24m) but when it comes down to it, I’m scared. It’s not like I don’t want to be his alpha I very much do! I love him very much! But I’m scared of hurting him. As alphas, we all pose a risk of letting our inner nature take over. I could lose control n hurt him, and I don’t want to do that. You guys on this forum say it’s rare, but how can you be so sure? How can you be so confident that you won’t hurt your omega (or beta, I don’t judge).

Plz help me, thank you!

That was their answer. They were scared of hurting you. It’s not just one alpha that’ll be claiming you, it’s four of them, how can they be so sure that they all won’t lose control? That they won’t attack each other or you?

This wasn’t genuine fear, but it was getting close to it. They all set up a little plan in trying to conquer this fear, they try more team exercises, try to understand each other a bit more.

But by your third heat, it still doesn’t work as they turn you away once again. They try their hardest to make it up to you, not without chuckling at your pouty face, but they try to pamper you every more. Deliver more gifts to you, present more of their stuff with their scents on it to you, and they even try to soothe your worries that they don’t want you by soft words and touches.

The fourth heat comes, and it’s hard not to feel their hearts hurting when they turn away from you again. Unlike other times where they stayed in your room, pampering you, you kick them out and ignore all of their ways of contacting you.

Genuine fear hasn’t come yet, but they can feel it creeping in closer and closer the more you push them away. Maybe that’s why Johnny suggests having you come along with him and Simon to Las Almas — to try to patch up their relationship with you, see if they could try to explain the situation to you.

Hopefully, you’d be able to understand, you might even offer them solutions. Perhaps you would be angry at them for keeping secrets, but as long as you stayed by their sides, they could listen to you scold them for as long as you wanted to.

—

Jealously is a horrible thing to feel, especially when the other person poses no threat to your relationship. It’s hard for Simon and Johnny to not feel jealous when they see Alejandro and Rudy by your side. The duo mean well it’s clear by their friendly nature that they just want one of the few omegas on base to feel comfortable.

However, that doesn’t stop the green monster from creeping up, and it looks like it’s gotten to you too, based on how you look at Alejandro and Rudy with envy. Simon ignores the look that Johnny gives him as he leads you both away from the pair, contemplating his next move.

Late night discussions are had between Simon and Johnny, often about how to best address the situation. Nothing ever comes from it rather, it leaves them more frustrated at the idea of having to admit to you that they’re scared.

Alphas aren’t supposed to be scared, they’re supposed to stare death down to protect their omegas. Yet when they think about your reaction to all the times that they’ve rejected you, they feel nothing but terrified at the thought that you wouldn’t want alphas that are scared. Kyle and John can’t offer much advice to them, leaving them to their own whims as they deal with their own tasks.

A horrible night they endure with each moon. A fearful what ifs that always come, but with Simon and Johnny always too scared to make the first move.

—

Phillip Graves was too cocky. He was a good person to have on their team, but the air that he carried whenever he and his shadows walked around the base, it was filled with cockiness and as if he was doing them the favor of having him here.

The green monster never comes for Simon and Johnny, as a cocky alpha is something that you always hated. They can sometimes still hear the howls from alphas who got too cocky with you.

However, they can handle the cocky nature, the quicker they can get this done, the quicker they can head back to their place with you.

But what they can’t handle is seeing him constantly leave any late night meetings with the whole team. Never giving any warnings, just a simple “see ya,” as he walks off. First, they assume it’s an emergency that’s why he leaves, but when it occurs almost every time, they know something is up.

Who gave him permission to leave whenever he wants to?

Where is he even going?

Simon and Johnny much rather spend the time trying to repair their bond with you, trying to explain what’s going on, but now they’re stuck filling in Phillip’s spot.

A huge hindrance for them, but once this mission is done, they won’t have to work with him again.

—

Johnny feels a slight bit of fear running through his body when he smells Phillip on you. While it can be deduced that it’s obvious that you two could run into each other, it doesn’t explain why he smells more of him on you than he does more Simon or him.

He knows that Simon is a bit concerned when he sees him holding onto your thigh just a bit tighter. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough that you know that he’s suspicious. They can be patient though and wait until they reach the base and question you further at your room. It especially doesn’t help that you can’t even answer Johnny’s questions, preferring to look at the road ahead.

They finally understand that something is going on between you and Phillip when during their confrontation with him, Phillip ignores Alejandro and Johnny to focus on you. It becomes clear when Phillip extends his hand out to you, disregarding Simon, who’s standing in front of you.

Phillip ignores Johnny’s demands for answers as to what’s his relationship is with you as he beckons you closer. If Johnny and Simon were being honest, they had expected you to turn away from him, to refuse to entertain him.

But life’s always full of surprises as everyone there watches as you move away from Simon and start walking towards Phillip. Pleas, demands, and questions fall on deaf ears as they watch you walk closer and closer to him before finally taking his hand.

Phillip hands you off to one of the shadows before Alejandro lunges at him, intent on killing him. Simon and Johnny don’t get much time to try to chase after you, to call you insane for going along with him, not when they have to fight for their lives right now.

When it’s all said and done with the two men reuniting somewhere safer, they’re both left with a sense of agitation because why would you leave them. As well as a sense of fear as they prepare themselves to handle the judgmental eye of the other two alphas.

—

“Where is she?”

That’s the first thing Kyle asks them when they all reunite and meet up at a safer base. It’s obvious to everyone there that if nobody gives him a satisfactory answer, he’ll tear down the place looking for you.

As if Kyle’s tense nature isn’t enough for Simon and Johnny, they can John’s suspicious gaze as he evaluates the two men. Looking for any signs of secrets being held, looking for anything that’ll tell him where you are.

They can’t avoid the questions or gazes any longer as Johnny finally breaks.

“She went off with Phillip.”

“Excuse me? She went with him?” Kyle’s harsh tone rings through the already tense air. “Explain yourselves now.”

Before Simon or Johnny can explain or better yet defend themselves from Kyle, John chimes in, his voice calm but stern.

“Gaz.”

“Captain.”

“Not the time.”

That catches Kyle’s attention as he fully focuses on John, ignoring everyone else at their table who looks at them not sure of what to say. Kyle’s eyes narrow at John as he remarks.

“Not the time, huh? Captain. With all due respect, our omega is God knows where with someone who stabbed us in the back. This is the perfect time.”

The air is tense as the four men stare each other down, the others preferring to eye their surroundings or even look at the soles of their shoes. It seems like hours have passed by with no one saying anything, but finally Simon speaks, his voice gruff as if he’s trying to ignore this new feeling he has within him.

“We need to focus on Graves. Wherever Graves is at more than likely, she’ll be too.”

“Captain. I don’t know about you guys but I can’t let her go, not to him. I have to at least explain myself to her and tell her why I couldn’t do it.” Kyle speaks with a sense of urgently, “Look what fear got us. It got us to here.”

Kyle was right. They hadn’t felt fear in a long time, and while there’s been bouts of fear that come and go, this situation differs from everything, and they know why.

This was genuine fear. Genuine fear that they’ll lose you for good, that you’ll become Phillip’s omega. They’ll never be able to explain themselves, nor be able to get you back. Now they know what it’s like to truly fear something.

That’s why John looks his men down, sees that everyone has that same look in their eyes. A look of fear and desperation, even if it’s hard to notice it, John can see it clearly. It’s his job as a captain to read his men like a book, and that’s what he gets from this. They’re scared, and he is too, that’s why he finally speaks up.

John looks over to Alejandro and his men and announces, “We’re taking back your HQ,” before he turns over to the three other men and speaks more determined than ever, “and we’re getting back our omega.”

A/N: Divider is made by me. Currently in the midst of wanting to redo my blog theme and wanting to have my fics have a certain layout so plz be patient while I toy around with layout. Also not sure if there’s going to be another part. Kinda upset right cuz I was going to post the prologue to my overdue Alder fic and realized I deviated too much from the game. Now I have to rewrite it or else it’ll bother me.

Taglist: @friedturtlewhispers

[halfadiamond]

Lowkey? 👀 Both is good.

I need to practice my NSFW writing skills. Like I had this whole set of stories I was going to do but never got around to writing.

Perhaps I shall do both. But I need to clear out my drafts first 🥲. There’s a bunch of stuff that I need to write.

Imagine this

For safety: mentions of sex

You’re a criminal and the TF141 men manage to capture and hold you for interrogation

You say you’ll only speak if you get fucked because in your mind you’re thinking there’s no way they’re going to have sex with the enemy

Then cue Soap coming in like 👉🏻👈🏻 and you’re like no send in your captain (because you think he’s the most attractive and you don’t think he’ll actually come) but Price does comes and fucks your brains out against the interrogation table

They get the intel they need and you get fucked stupid win win

Soap: ☹️ (but he also realized how much he loves a woman in charge)

This has nothing to do with an idea I had of a PriceGaz x Criminal Reader (yes it does & also bcuz I already have GhostSoap series that needs to be updated) but I will hold it off till I clear out my drafts (this has been here since June)

Soap is basically like: oh I don’t want to sleep with the enemy (begins undressing) it goes against my morals (sets up a nice area) I dont think I’ll ever forgive myself (asks if you have any favorite positions)

[halfadiamond]

In a bit of a chatty mood so I’m going to tell you guys what I originally planned for this story.

A) the guys had cheated on you and were too scared to admit it/ fell in love with someone else

Or

B) the guys fell out of love with you and didn’t know how to break it to you but then they fell back in love but you found out that they fell out of love (essentially some of the things they did was like fake love) and leave them

I suppose it was like the plot but I think in the original story the guys loved you all throughout the story but in B, they fell out love then back in love and you didn’t find out till idk someone told you/ you saw their messages?

So yeah. No idea why I changed my mind but it was going to be very angsty. I need the writing skills I had in this story to come back because I’m literally struggling to write now. 😭

You Think It’s Love

Poly TF141 x Reader

[Complete]

(Divider By @/saradika-graphics)

Idea <- angst scenario

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Ending A (not taking them back)

Ending B (taking them back)

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I can’t tell what you guys are a fan of. The PriceGaz x Criminal Reader or the one about Price fucking you guys stupid.

Like the PriceGaz x Criminal Reader was gonna be somewhat based off some show my uncle watches called Wild Cards. The only thing he told me was that it was about some criminal and a cop working together.

Imagine this

For safety: mentions of sex

You’re a criminal and the TF141 men manage to capture and hold you for interrogation

You say you’ll only speak if you get fucked because in your mind you’re thinking there’s no way they’re going to have sex with the enemy

Then cue Soap coming in like 👉🏻👈🏻 and you’re like no send in your captain (because you think he’s the most attractive and you don’t think he’ll actually come) but Price does comes and fucks your brains out against the interrogation table

They get the intel they need and you get fucked stupid win win

Soap: ☹️ (but he also realized how much he loves a woman in charge)

This has nothing to do with an idea I had of a PriceGaz x Criminal Reader (yes it does & also bcuz I already have GhostSoap series that needs to be updated) but I will hold it off till I clear out my drafts (this has been here since June)

Soap is basically like: oh I don’t want to sleep with the enemy (begins undressing) it goes against my morals (sets up a nice area) I dont think I’ll ever forgive myself (asks if you have any favorite positions)

[halfadiamond]

Imagine this

For safety: mentions of sex

You’re a criminal and the TF141 men manage to capture and hold you for interrogation

You say you’ll only speak if you get fucked because in your mind you’re thinking there’s no way they’re going to have sex with the enemy

Then cue Soap coming in like 👉🏻👈🏻 and you’re like no send in your captain (because you think he’s the most attractive and you don’t think he’ll actually come) but Price does comes and fucks your brains out against the interrogation table

They get the intel they need and you get fucked stupid win win

Soap: ☹️ (but he also realized how much he loves a woman in charge)

This has nothing to do with an idea I had of a PriceGaz x Criminal Reader (yes it does & also bcuz I already have GhostSoap series that needs to be updated) but I will hold it off till I clear out my drafts (this has been here since June)

Soap is basically like: oh I don’t want to sleep with the enemy (begins undressing) it goes against my morals (sets up a nice area) I dont think I’ll ever forgive myself (asks if you have any favorite positions)

[halfadiamond]

I think that Price, anytime he and the team go out to eat, always pay for their meals

He doesn’t care because he makes more than they do and he sees it like a captain treating his men

So like when Price gets the senior discount and the team go out to eat and Price is about to pay, someone else offers to pay and this continues on for awhile

At first Price is happy that his men are offering to pay until he realizes they’re only paying because they get the meal a bit cheaper than previously because of the senior discount

Price (happy that his men are paying): 🙂

Also Price realizing that they’re only paying because of his senior discount thus making it slightly cheaper: ☹️

Meanwhile Nik and Laswell don’t care. They get a free meal out of it so they don’t care if the men are only offering to pay because they get a discount

I feel like if Graves went to eat with them, they would all just leave and not tell him, forcing him to pay.

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I’ll never forget this draft I had made for a WW2 idea series that I thought of. I had no idea who was going to be endgame but it was going to be (COD character or characters) x singer reader.

A/N: Not proofread, not an actual series (more like a draft that I found)

You sung your sweet melody. One that made the people enchanted and question in how someone with a smooth voice was using her talent in the run down club. It wasn’t always run down, people used to come to your club because of your voice. But now times have changed, and everyone has changed.

Tables that were once filled to brim with patrons now looked barren with its only occupants being the occasional women who were coming from work from the factory to the elderly who needed a break from the tension that the world was under.

You remember being with your family as you sent your older brother off to fight. That fool had wanted to volunteer before the war was up. Worried that he’d miss out. Tears were shed as your brother promised to write to home as often as he could.

“A true man he’ll be.”

Your father would boast with his chest up high. He given your brother, all the tips and tricks that he’d knew from his time in serving in the Great War.

“A war that we got dragged into.”

Your mother would tut, refuting all your father’s boast of pride. Everyday after supper, your mother would head out to the post office, hoping to catch a letter a sign that your brother was okay. That he hadn’t been exposed to the horrors of the battlefield.

And there was nothing. The last letter given was that he’d be off to Europe and from what he heard your cousin, Clark, would be heading off to the Pacific Theater.

As you finished your tune, and prepared to head off the stage. The club owner sheepishly gestured you to stay as a round of soldiers came into the club. Most of them throwing their duffel bag on the floors on the tables.

Was it worth singing to them? Surely you couldn’t offer much aid to them, a song can’t take away what they’ve been exposed to.

What if it had been awhile since they’ve gotten a touch of normalcy? You’ve heard of some celebrities, particularly the girls, heading off on tour serving as a relief to those soldiers. Doing what they knew best, performing their heart out.

What if that’s what they needed? Just someone who saw past the battlefield scars. Someone who could provide a soothing melody like a mother singing a lullaby to their baby.

And with that, you began your tune.

You were there quite a while. It seemed that the soldiers were enchanted by you. You couldn’t help but imagine that they weren’t around many girls. You were quick to try and head home grabbing your bag, but your boss wouldn’t have it he’d made you stay and personally shake the hands of all the soldiers in attendance.

“They’re out in the battlefield for ya, ‘east ya could do is show respect.”

It was tedious. But you thought of your brother, who was also in the same situation as these soldiers and you couldn’t help but give them a genuine smile and a short conversation. If you tried hard enough, you could pretend that they were your brother.

It was surprising to see how eager these soldiers were to converse with you. It must be exhausting being around the same people for a long period of time. They would shake your hand, some were even bold enough to kiss it, and tell you how amazing your singing was.

Admirers were something you were used to as you began receiving many sheets of paper much of it consisting of APO numbers, names, and divisions that were scribbled on messily. They asked you to write to them, anything would be fine, that’s what they would say, just write to me, let me know that the world is still pure.

All you could do was smile sweetly as you swore to try your hardest to keep in contact with them. But in a world where the men would constantly face death, you weren’t quite sure you would receive a letter back.

—

Heading home alone was something you were used to as much as your father threw a fit about you being alone, he never made much of an effort to pick you up. You couldn’t blame him, you think he’s like your mom eagerly awaiting any news of your brother, worried that if he was gone for a second that he might miss something.

You hear the chatter of the soldiers as they try to have a good time regardless of the position that they’re in. You see some running hand in hand with a lady, most likely trying to relieve some energy before heading back out. There was a sense of wonder as you saw the couple run towards the nearest hotel as you couldn’t help but wonder what their end goal was.

Were they hoping to find someone to come back home to?

Was this all just a way to release some pent up energy?

Or did they just want to feel something other than the parade of bullets that they endure while out on the field?

There wasn’t much time for you to consider the right answer to those questions as you spot a man nailing a poster to a pole. Upon a closer look, you’re greeted with the picture of Uncle Sam beaming at you in hopes to gain your support.

The man spots your interest and barks out a laugh. “You got a man that’s interested or the devil already get him?”

You hold onto your bag as you murmur a response. “No sir. The only one I know that’s eligible for the military has already set off.”

You try your hardest to ignore the man’s wandering gaze. This is when you wished your brother or your cousin Clark were still here. They wouldn’t stand for someone eyeing you as a piece of meat.

“Well I tell you that you’re one of the most beautifulest women I’ve ever met. I reckon that the soldiers that are out in the battlefield would be energized just seeing you.”

You glanced back at him, confused at his words. Those positions are often filled up with celebrities. Surely, the men would’ve preferred having someone famous cheering them not a girl who sings at a club.

The man senses your apprehension and continues on with his persuasion. “Now don’t look so confused now. I’m sure you could give those men a quick glance towards their way and they’ll be putty in your hands.” He gave you a reassuring smile as he touched the poster. “Who knows? You could help them forget about their new life.”

With that, he walked away leaving you to ponder at his words.

Was he right?

Could you really make a change to those men?

Perhaps you could do what you do best and try to encourage them with your songs?

Those soldiers referred to you as the bandage to their heart. Healing their heart from the battlefield that stomped on it, leaving it into shreds as they abandoned their humanity with it.

And as you eyed the poster seeing Uncle Sam pointing right at you, you couldn’t help but wonder could you help heal the soldiers in the battlefield heart too?

Maybe it was worth a shot.

No idea if I’ll ever expand on it.

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if you don’t mind answering in Withered Bonds is Graves x reader the endgame?

TBH I don’t know haha.

Originally I was going to leave it at what I had posted but I feel that I should at least give it in the men’s perspective (since in my original post I gave some details about the men). After that I don’t know, I have other stuff I need to write so Withered Bonds isn’t really my main focus. I mainly wrote it to just get back into the groove of writing.

If people really like it then I may write a bit more while incorporating scenes from the game play.

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Withered Bonds

Based off this

This story has: Omegaverse themes, Possible inaccuracies of the Omegaverse, Toxic Relationship, Follows somewhat with MW2, Poly TF141 -> Phillip Graves x Reader, Mentions of AleRudy

A/N: Divider made by me. WC: 3754.

Looking at an outsider’s perspective, you would’ve been considered the luckiest omega alive.

You did consider yourself the luckiest omega alive because you had four alphas courting you.

Unlike the soap dramas where violence always occurs between alphas when it concerns an omega, it never happened for you five because everyone was in support of this courting.

But for the four men, it seemed like the first thing they did in the morning was put on a mask that fooled you into believing that this would’ve had been your happily ever after.

You’re not even sure what started this mess. You were just a new hire, hired to join an extensive team of army medics, you were recommended through your trainer.

“For an omega, you’re awfully good at handling alphas.”

You considered that a compliment because they were right. Many omegas would have ran with their tails between their legs when surrounded by many alphas. Each of them barking complainants of pain or passive aggressive comments about whether they were even trained for this.

But for you? You always made sure to have a trick up your sleeve. Pulling on their stitches just a bit tighter than normal. Not warning them before applying antiseptic just to hear them howl in pain. You were quick to make it into your playing field and all the soldiers around the base knew not to mess around with you.

You were content in your area. You found your own friends, maintained a respectful relationship with your superiors, and minded your business. The perfect army nurse if you said so yourself.

If you had known that your base would be receiving four alphas that would’ve turned your life upside down, you think you would’ve taken your superior’s offer of a vacation.

—

Love is a beautiful thing. To have someone that made you feel warm and safe where you could lower your guard. That was nice. That was beautiful.

You did long for love. There were days that you hated this aggressive front you had when working. You didn’t want to be mean, you wanted to be soft sometimes and not feel you had to be ready at a moment’s notice to bare your teeth. There was a desire to be soft with your alpha where you could lay your head on their chest and listen to their heartbeat and feel at peace.

Your superior told you to have some supplies ready to take care of some visitors.

“They’re very important figures, so mind your p’s and q’s. We don’t need you in the doghouse.”

You scoffed as you recall their words, tossing your extra supplies into your cart. If you had to be warned about them, then they must be bad news. They got to be like those other alphas you had the displeasure of patching up. Mind your p’s and q’s? Yeah right. If they want your respect, then they have to earn it first, and it doesn’t come from ranks.

—

You hear the stomps towards the medics’ room. It has to be the ‘special’ visitors you were warned to behave for.

You prepare all your supplies and got ready for the usual comments you get from those higher up than you. Luckily for them, you just got a fresh batch of antiseptic, and if you listened hard enough, you swore you could hear it ready to silence any negative comments.

Knocks were to be expected, but that didn’t happen. What happened instead was the door opening and you locking eyes with a tall but masked man. He didn’t wait for permission to enter, taking a seat on a stool, followed after by three other men. Unlike the rude masked man, the other three give you a quick greeting before taking their seats as well, all clearly needing a patching up.

It takes about an hour and a half before you finish patching them up, and in that time you managed to learn more about the men. You’re not sure why but you feel yourself opening up to them, telling them about your plights with dealing with other alphas, or how you want to travel around the globe but it’s harder for an omega to do so because of society’s views on unmated omegas traveling.

What should have been a quick patch up and sending them on their way leads into them staying in your office, listening to your words and with you the same, you guys find your own peace talking and lowering down your guards.

Past you would’ve had considered them your way of finally being able to be soft, but present you would’ve told you that you should’ve sent them out that room quickly.

—

Your relationship with the four alphas quickly progressed into a courting stage. You forgot what it was like to work solo in the medics’ office as you’re always accompanied by one of the four. Lunches become a way of going out on dates as you all sit together in a small, crowded office.

You didn’t know how soft touches could be until you met the four men. There're times where you shiver just thinking about how their touches seem to never leave. You can feel them everywhere, you feel their soft caresses on your skin as they leave no part of your body untouched. Now you’re always left with constant butterflies in your stomach anytime you’re near them, when you can smell their scent. To many other omegas, their scents, especially when all mixed together, can leave a nasty pit in their stomach, it smells all disorganized and horrendous. But to you? It smells pleasant and like home as you bury yourself into one of their chests at night.

Your friends tell you that they’re positive that with the men’s courting, that you're bound to be mated with them. Every time you laugh and shake your head, fiddling with the bouquet that they always seem to leave you. They always come with the same reasoning: that the men want you to be their mate.

You’re constantly showered with gifts.

The men always take care of your needs first. You can’t remember the last time you went without lacking something.

Much of your clothing now is stolen from the men’s closets. There're times when working that you bury your face in the clothing just to smell one of their scents.

Your friends leave you with the strongest evidence of all.

The men have made it clear that they want to be a pack. Any worries about being the only omega with four other alphas are quickly swept under the rug as they pepper your body in kisses and soft touches.

“We get along fine, don’t we? We won’t fight.”

“We love you too much to consider fighting.”

“We’ve talked about this, and we’re okay with sharing.”

“It may be a little awkward at first, but we’ll be able to move past it.”

It wasn’t long before you agreed with your friends that, yes, maybe you were walking towards a pack bond with the men. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you finally confirmed what you already knew. You were going to be part of a pack, you would be their omega and they would be your alphas.

To you, it sounded beautiful, all that longing for an opportunity to be soft was finally coming true as you started looking into ways to make your upcoming heat more pleasant for everyone. It was almost certain that the five of you would all be bonded by the end of it.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

—

“Maybe next time, love.”

“It’s too soon to consider bonding.”

“There’s no need to rush, don’t you agree?”

“Just wait until your next heat. We’ll make it official by then.”

That’s all you’re constantly met with. You had already been through four heat cycles, and you’re always given the same answer. Any possibility of doing it during one of their ruts is constantly shut down by them, always with the same reasoning that they don’t want to rush you.

It becomes a sad game of cat and mouse with you always trying to chase the men down and the men always alluding you. During your first heat cycle, you were upset and their hesitancy to bond with you but afterwards you agreed with them, it was too soon there was still a lot you guys didn’t know about each other.

By the second heat cycle, you remember pouting the whole time as they rejected you once again. You couldn’t understand it but still found yourself agreeing with them.

But by the third time, you already suspected their answers when you brought up bonding again. But you still couldn’t help but meekly ask them as you buried yourself into your nest. Pouting slightly as you heard the same thing again. Trying hard not to bite off their faces as they chuckled at your pouts.

Lastly, the fourth time, you didn’t bother bringing it up. You could already hear their answers in your head, mocking you for letting them drag you along. The four men were quickly kicked out as soon as your cycle ended.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

That’s all you felt as you laid in bed. Constant streams of text messages and calls ignored as you eyed the ceiling. Why wouldn’t they bond with you? There was a clear connection between you five and they seemed to make it clear that they wanted to be with you, and you reciprocated it. Yet, they always seemed to back out at the last minute.

First, you agreed that maybe some more getting to know each other was needed. But now? You couldn’t figure it out. How much longer were you going to be dragged along?

The scary part for you was that you couldn’t answer the question.

—

Shortly after your fourth heat cycle, you found yourself traveling with Ghost and Soap as they were headed to Las Almas. You couldn’t remember why they were heading there much less why you had to accompany them. Any touches or words that once made you feel butterflies in your stomach now felt like pure humiliation at being dragged along.

Alejandro and Rudy. An alpha and a beta.

Those were your teammates for this upcoming mission. Nice men as they welcomed you earnestly into their place and even offering to take you to the best places to eat. But it felt wrong. You could notice Soap’s eyebrow twitch in agitation as the pair chatted along with you, finding it amazing that an omega could handle the hostile nature of alphas. You swore that your thigh would be left with a Ghost sized hand print by the way he constantly left his hand there, squeezing it on occasions that the men joked around with you.

What was there to be jealous about? You weren’t their omega, and besides, Alejandro and Rudy were mated. If anything, you were the one that was jealous. You hated seeing how gentlemanly Alejandro treated Rudy, how he always opened his car door and helped him out or how Alejandro would get annoyed when Rudy didn’t wear anything with his scent on it. You hated seeing how Rudy always seemed happy with Alejandro, always holding his hand calling him the sweetest nicknames that made you want to throw up your latest meal.

Hatred of how those two had what you wanted. Hatred that the men who called themselves your alphas couldn’t even give you a definite date of you guys would be a pack. Then there was sadness as you listen to Rudy talk about how he and Alejandro plan on adopting a child once everything settles down. You wanted that. A family. You wanted it through any ways possible. But at this rate, you weren’t sure it would ever come.

—

His name is Phillip Graves. He’s a cocky man as he walks around like he owns the place. You try to ignore his presence as you trail behind Ghost and Soap. But it’s not long before his eyes wander over to one of the few omegas at Las Almas.

You don’t see him much at first as he’s constantly off with the men doing God knows what. You don’t really ask the men about their missions anymore, you just want to do your job as a medic and patch up when needed.

It’s not long when you see his shadows (Shadows you would scoff to yourself when hearing that. What was this middle school?) following behind you. You’re unsure as to why they keep following you. Perhaps Phillip thinks you’re a hindrance to the mission, he’s probably seen how close Ghost and Soap are to you.

He does notice. He notices how Soap looks like a lovesick puppy when you’re around or how Ghost always keeps one of his hands on the small of your back as he leads you around. You’re a beautiful lady, sure he can give the men the credit of finding a beautiful omega. But his years on the field taught him to notice the little things. First, he notices how you seem hesitant to receive their touches, preferring to follow behind them in their shadows. Then he notices how you always seem to look away when Rudy and Alejandro have forgotten to get a room. And lastly, he gets his shadows to follow behind you, and they come back to him with some news. You were unmated.

“Now why is that?” He asks you one day, crowding up on you by a lonely part of the base. “Why is an omega like you unmated but constantly surrounded by two alphas?”

You bite your tongue as you try your hardest not to give a snarky remark about it not being his business. A part of you wishes for someone to come so that he can get off your behind. But he seems to be the type that won’t stop until he receives his answer.

“They’re not interested in bonding.” You mutter, looking away from his arrogant gaze.

“And why is that?” He raises your chin with his fingers, making sure you get a good look at his face. “You got a bad attitude or what? Last I remember, almost every alpha is always eager to form a bond with his or her omega.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I think that it is in how well you’ll be able to work. I’ve noticed the looks you give Alejandro and Rudy. Jealous?”

You muster up an angry look, but to Phillip, you look like a little kitten. “I can work just fine. You should focus on teaching your shadows how to follow people more better.”

“How you know I didn’t want you to notice them?”

“You have to be brave and stupid to do so.”

“That I am.” He releases his grip on your chin and backs up. “Come meet me over here at 8.”

“Why?”

He begins to walk off but turns his head over to give you that annoying grin. “Cause I’m taking you out on a date. Seems to me that you haven’t had a proper courting.”

—

This mission was supposed to be quick. You honestly expected to spend most of it trailing behind Soap and Ghost, but now you find yourself constantly surrounded by Phillip and his shadows. Ghost and Soap must either be okay with his obvious courting or purely oblivious to it as you notice remnants of Phillip’s scent on you.

Everything that the men did, Phillip did as well, but better. You’re constantly surrounded by gifts and articles of his clothing. His shadows becoming his personal deliveryman as they push another one of his gifts into your hands. As if the gifts weren’t enough, you and him are always out on little dates. Apparently, one of his shadows is a wonderful cook as you and him find each other on a little date again in that secluded corner.

You learn a lot about Phillip. Such as the reason he’s so confident is that he truly believes that he’s the only one who can get shit done. You also learn that he’s a farm boy as he tells you about his goal of retiring and taking over his family’s farm. But he always glances at you and says, “That is if you’re up for it.”

Every time you’re left confused at what this makes you two. You had considered no other alphas other than the four men, believing that they were the ones for you, but now? You’re not sure if they’re the ones for you.

Since you’ve been here, Ghost and Soap have been busy with their own things. They come by to see you whenever they’re free but find themselves leaving as soon as someone calls for them. You haven’t been out on dates with them, you’re starting to smell less and less of their scents on you and your clothing. All of their scents are quickly being replaced with Phillip’s and, frankly? You don’t find yourself fighting it.

—

It’s another one of your dates when Phillip asks you about your heat. You answer him honestly that you should be expecting it soon. It’s going to be the usual. Where the men swat away any ideas of bonding and you’re left wondering why. But instead, Phillip nods along at your answer and digs through his pocket.

You eye him confused before he fishes out a ring box. There’s no time for questions as he opens it. Inside is a ring, a very beautiful ring, you eye it in awe, swearing you can see it glowing.

You don’t notice it, but Phillip gives you a soft smile as he leaves the ring box on the table. “Now granted, it may not fit you, but I can get it sized for you.”

You quickly focus your attention back on him, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s the ring my dad gave my mom when he proposed. See, she was already pregnant with me, and she had complained that she didn’t look her best when he proposed.”

Phillip pulls out the ring in the box and smiles as he seems to recall something. “But my dad said that the day he proposed, she looked absolutely beautiful. He told me that the day I can look at my partner and can only find the beauty in them, then that’s the day I should propose.”

He holds out his hand, and you place your left hand there. He slides the ring on it, and you notice how it seems too big for you. He notices your gaze on the obviously big ring and explains, “My mom hands swelled up near the end of her pregnancy. My dad had bought the ring taking in mind her swollen hands…I’ll get fitted properly for you.”

You were quick to look at him. “For me? Are you saying…?” That cocky grin you were always used to seeing never came instead you were greeted with a soft smile as his fingers lightly touched the ring.

“I want you to be my omega. For your next heat, I want us to be mated by the end of it.”

You felt your face heat up as you hear his words. Mated? The same thing you had been begging the four men for, Phillip was willing to do in such a short amount of time. Phillip noticed your lack of words and takes off the ring.

“I’m not saying you have to yes now.” He puts the ring back into the box and shuts it. “But before your heat comes, I’d like to know your answer.”

You nodded meekly to him. “Y-yeah, I’ll tell you.”

Phillip gives you a confirming nod as he goes back to eating. You find yourself following along with him, trying hard to ignore your rapid heartbeat.

—

It’s dark and rainy. You observe the sky as you ride along with Ghost, Soap, and Alejandro back to the base. With Ghost and Soap refusing to let you ride in front with Phillip and his men. There’s no particular reason for you joining along with them during their trip, but you felt this urge to come along with them. Maybe it’s just for some fresh air or maybe it’s seeing how Soap has this sense of urgency to cover you in his scent. Ghost notices his urgency but says nothing, preferring to keep his hand on your thigh.

The most Soap would say is that you smell too much like Graves. You couldn’t give him a reason as to why, so you chose to keep quiet.

As soon as you arrived at the base, all four of you notice how Phillip’s vehicle stops right at the entry. All of you quickly get out with Alejandro walking towards Phillip. You try to follow him, but you’re stopped by Ghost, who gruffly tells you to stay behind him and Soap.

The only thing you could do was watch from the sidelines as you hear Alejandro and Phillip argue with Soap quickly stepping in.

Phillip didn’t pay much mind to Soap as he quickly focused on you. You, who was hiding behind Ghost, peeking at him, curious about what he was doing.

Phillip holds out his hand and speaks directly to you. “Come over here, sweetheart.” He eyes the three other men suspiciously. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Soap scoffs and steps into Phillip’s view. “Hurt from what? Graves. What the fuck are you doing?” He looks back at you, noticing how you started to slowly step away from Ghost. “What’s your intention with her?”

Phillip ignores his question as he looks back at you. “Come on. I got somewhere safe for you to be.”

You also wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the words got stuck in your throat as you look at his caring gaze as he continues gesturing to come closer.

Past you would’ve snapped at him and told him that your alphas were here to protect you. But now? With everything that’s happened. With the four men constantly getting hopes up to Phillip promising to make you his. You find yourself slowly walking towards him.

You ignore Ghost, and Soap’s words, but you can hear their tones. Panicked as they riddle you with questions and statements. Phillip smiles softly at you as he holds out his hand again.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

The only thing you could do was take his hand.

Edit: I changed sweetie to sweetheart because it didn’t feel right to me.

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Please expect an update later today! 😊

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You guys were really in love with my married with kids ramble so here’s some more:

Please don’t take this seriously. Happy to say my motivation for writing is slowly coming back 😁 I see this series? as more of a funny family sitcom.

This ramble has mentions of bullying

Your kid who gets picked on tells their bullies that they’re going to get their big brothers on them

The bullies who don’t believe them until at the bus stop, they see as your kid alongside three grown men as your kid points at them (the bullies)

The men who were planning on telling the bullies that bullying isn’t okay, didn’t expect to see the bus driver pull up

You and Price who get a call and come to the principal office to see your kid and the men sitting there with the bully and their parents also there

You and Price have to basically confirm that yes these men are in fact your kid’s ‘big brothers’ and not just some random men

You have to lecture your kid on how to handle bullies while Price has to tell his men that maybe they should consider how intimidating they look to other kids

Could be funny: Johnny who sneaks into the school playground to show the kids that he is in fact the coolest brother

Or

You and Price go on your honeymoon and leave the men in charge of your kid

Everything seems to be fine and you guys get regular updates. You and Price enjoy your time (😉) as a newly married couple without worrying about your kid(s)

Until a few days before the trip ends, you get some money sent to you from Gaz

You message Gaz asking what’s the money for and the only thing he sends you is a picture of your kid with their head stuck in between the stair railing with Soap protecting their head as Ghost uses a tool to cut the railing