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Sea otter!Kyle who CANNOT sleep alone. It makes his anxiety go crazy and does more harm than good.

So he finds you nearly every night. It had first started out as simple hand-holding in a shitty safe house, but after weeks and long ops, its evolved. Now, kyle stretches out on top of you like a clingy blanket. He chitters and chirps happily each night. His mood improves now that hes getting proper sleep, and silently the team is glad you help him so much.

Each night, you get the best cuddles of your life, and wonder how the hell no one else is fighting you for them. Kyle even gets you breakfast in the mornings, shares his favourite knife to cut apple slices for you both.

Its amazing having such a good friend in the force. Surely nothing more than a friend, despite what ghosts says...right?

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Gaz the kind of guy to hold you in his lap, with a hand gripping your jaw to keep your mouth open just enough Johnny can cum in it, other hand massaging over your throat to encourage you to swallow.

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Everyone warned price about getting a balanced pack, about tje dangers of too many alphas, omegas, or hell even betas.

He doesnt listen, though. Prefers to choose his task force based off of skill. Each of you have good reason to be here. Its not like price minds, hes a good pack alpha despite everyone else being omegas. He knows what everyone prefers. That gaz likes to be scented the second the sun rises. Knows that ghost likes to share his meals, and soap likes to make them he knows you prefer cuddles at night but only in your nest. By all means, hes got the pack under control.

That is, until the mandatory break from heat blockers to prevent medical complications, and literally everyone's heats sync up.

Hes not even awake when hes hauled by ghost into the pack nest. You and gaz are already there, swapping spit and half naked. The second he enters the nest, your eyes snap to him and you look starved. Shit. He has a mere second to pray for strength before youre jumping his bones.

You may get his knot first, but everyone after is just as eager. Price doesnt get a break even as hes limp and too overstimulated to really think, used as a glorified dildo for his team. The first day of heat isnt even up and price is already calling in outside help from the only alpha he trusts, nik.

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Dog shifter!ghost who conveniently forgets to tell anyone hes a shifter.

Sometimes, after ops that are a bit too difficult that leave him feeling more like ghost than simon, he indulges. Ghost could never seek out comfort as a person. Hes too carefully distant from everyone, even johnny.

But he knows the guys tend to smoke in the back late at night. It just so happens that they often see a stray dog warily approaching most nights too. A big dog, dirty, but it would have blond curly furr if it were ever groomed. They always coo at it and pet it, pig calloused hands scrubbing over fur and sritching behind ears.

Here, under rhe guise of a mutt, is the only place ghost can find safety in his team. Sure, he can trust them on the field, but there never a guarantee for love. As a dog, there's nothing complex he has to show, no vulnerability. Its easy for them to love a dog. Its easy for them to love simon, when hes less of himself.

Maybe thats why he never tells them. Stealing into the dark for untethered affection. Because if they knew, that love would become conditional, and simon doesnt think he could be worth that sort of love.

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If the power ever goes out and ur stuck in a dark room, I just KNOW soap is using that opportunity to grope you and feel you up.

Something about not being able to anticipate his touch, or see his expression just leaves you totally vulnerable in a way he loves. Dips his hands under you waistband just because he can, maybe holds a hand over your mouth so all you can do is breath harshly and whimper.

That or hes touching himself while sitting right next to you, doing his best to keep quiet and hoping he can finish before you realize what hes doing. If hes feeling extra ambitious, hell try and cum on you too :)

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Pleeeeeeeeeease part three of secret dragon reader pleeease my soul is yours

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Price is still pacing when gaz finds him.

The sergeant instantly tucks himself into prices wing, and smiles internally when his captain lets out a light puff of smoke. He heard what happened, and knew price would he handling it poorly. He always did lean on his hoard for emotional support.

"So...a dragon, huh?" Kyle only knew what others had been saying, he wanted confirmation from the source.

"Yeah," Price tugs kyle a bit closer, a hand coming to rest on his neck, thumb pressing at kyles pulse. "...I cant believe i didnt realize it before. Its so obvious now, the posture, the jumpiness...fuck i probably triggered all sorts of instincts without realizing."

Price scrubs a hand over his face in frustration, chest rumbling. Hes obviously been going over every interaction hes had with you, trying to spot the signs.

Kyle opens his mouth to reassure price, but at the same time the clinic door opens and a doctor steps out. Hes frowning, and price instantly tenses up. The doctor hands price a clipboard, smiles apologetically "...maybe its best if youre in the room when this is discussed. Im not...well versed, in the more psychological impacts this will have."

Prices stomach rolls when he glances over the clipboard of everything wrong they found. Fuck...this wasnt good. Not the worst, but its not anything price would wish on someone. He takes a deep breath, lets the fire-warm air spread through him, and follows the doctor into your observation room.

Its worse when price lays eyes on you. Sprawled out on your side, extra supports attached to the bed to hold your wings spread out. Thet tremble like a newborns, twitch with every breath. Price couldn't guess what type of dragon you are, not with how under developed and muted your wings are. Your tail isnt much better where it peaks out from the hem of the hospital gown, pale and malformed in a way that makes prices stomach twist.

Your eyes turn to price slowly, lidded and Grey. The IV drip in the crook of your arm, the various monitors hooked to you, it makes you feel like a spectacle in front of your captain. Your head hurts, and whatever the doctors gave you is making everything hurt. Especially your wings, which strangers have been grabbing and touching for the past three hours. It makes you teeth ache with the desire to fucking bite one of them to get them to back off.

The doctor is talking again, telling you what needs to happen to make you better, but all you can focus on is price. The way he looks at you, like youre a fucking hatchling. Hes nodding along with the doctor, clearly intent on following every order, but his eyes never leave you. If it werent for him, youd be in your bunk snuggled into a warm blanket. With a dismissive turn, you face the wall and tune out the doctor.

You were fine. You felt fine. Now, all you feel is embarrassed and ashamed for something you dont really understand.

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Orca!ghost, whos a big guy, okay?

Hes got thick muscles, layered under even thicker fat. Large and plush, and *big*. Then there's you, a small sea otter hybrid whos been courting him for weeks. Giving him shells and food that you cook.

Youre persistent, but for reasons you dont understand ghost refuses to reciprocate despite obviously liking you. So you ask him about it one day and he finally relents "look, I just dont think were...compatable. physically."

He motions between the two of you, emphasizing the sheer difference. You just shrug, smile up at him "id partner you either way, but...im pretty sure I could take you."

Ghost snorts, grins at you "uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."

"No im serious! Cmon, at least let me try, big guy!"

Which leads to now, ghost leaning back on the shitty sofa in the corner of his office while you straddle his thighs. He gives a nervous chuckle, looks between his cock and you "don' think its gonna fit, doll. Things as big as yer forearm..."

You are quiet for a long moment, looking down at ghosts cock with narrowed eyes, sizing him up. Finally, you nod "I can totally do that. Meet me in my room, an hour after dinner."

Ghost does, unable to really focus through dinner while he mind runs wild with ideas of what you plan to do. He opens the door to find what will possible haunt his dreams for years to come. You, sprawled languidly over your bed and working a massive dildo in and out.

Its not the first one you chose, four others lay beside you, glistening. Ghost groans when he realizes that you literally opened yourself up for him with fucking dildos. Thats how big he is compared to you. "Fuckin' hell baby..."

His mind nearly goes blank when he kneels between your legs, pushing in oh so slow. There's still a stretch that had you gasping open-mouthed, and ghost bows over you at the snug fit. Still, you smile up at him the same way you do when you beat soap in training.

"told you i could take it."

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Ghost talking with price late at night, smoke curling from his mouth in the humid London air outside some shitty pub.

"He wasnt bad." Ghost's hands are cold, but he doesnt do much to fix it. He thinks of his father, a god-fearing mechanic. "He never fuckin' hit us. Ah' dont have any scars or anythin' from him."

Price watches the side of ghosts face where yellow light catches over his wrinkles. His cheek is bleeding a bit from the bar fight. "Its not like there's anything to be scared of. He was angry, and then he was dead. I wasnt abused, End of story."

There's alot being left unsaid, price knows. He can tell in the way ghost watches men when they shout to loud, or how he curls over his food everyday. Its ghost who first speaks the words abuse, but its price who doesnt let it go. "Abusers dont need to be evil villains, simon. They just need to want something, and not care who they hurt to get that thing. What happened to you, he didnt care. Thats abuse."

Price leaves it at that, pats ghost on the shoulder and walks way. He knows they wont talk about this again. Its fine. He tells himself its fine until he believes it, until ghosts agony is a bit less sharp and vibrant. Easy to move around.

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Soap the kind of guy to wear booty shorts and not give a single fuck that half his dick and balls is hanging out. Tells you "Aye, its easy access. Now cmon, get on your knees"

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With the alien au? Blurb? that you wrote, what do you think the others would be? Ghost always feels so big to me, it was cool reading how you think if he was an alien he’d be little!

I just wanna poke your brain a little, not trying to be nosy, you just write so well and I’ve been offline for two weeks and am now binge reading your blog…

oh boy.

my alien au spins around in my head whenever im at work, so ive got a pretty solid idea of each person.

soap: sort of an aquatic alien. think "shape of water" but he has a fin thats reminiscent of his mohawk, and bioluminescence. oh also two ribbed dicks bc its hot.

gaz: mushroom type of alien?? think "the last of us" zombies but not gross rotting corpses and instead a colourful, luscious body. no dick bc his species reproduces via spores :( however he can totally make an aphrodisiac and he's got willing hands/mouths.

price: okay hear me out. sphinx sort of situation but he has a giant mouth on the chest area where his front legs connect to his body. thick fur and pretty big, with giant wings. yeah.

oh also heres some ghost doodles :)

apologies for the shitty hand writing, my tablet broke an im using a mouse

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Human!reader signs up to be a cultural liaison for one of the many alien governments in space federation. Still so new to space, its important humans share culture.

So you get sent to a government contract ship, mostly because no other branches want humans just yet and if you lash out these aliens are trained to fight. What no one anticipates is just how...willing to share culture you really are. Especially if said culture is being an alien fucker.

Within the first month youve gotten real close to one of the aliens. Some sort of tentacle creature, you had met him when he was in his "big form" as he calls it, but ghost is actually pretty small. Small enough to fit in your hands, at least.

Well, you two talk alot about culture and anatomy of your different species, mostly out of curiosity than anything professional. Ghost tells you about how difficult it is for a male of his species to be without partner, because mating helps him feel safe and protected. You know an opportunity when you see one, and offer to help him out.

Which is how you end up in bed, tentacles wrapping slick and warm over your thighs to stop your squirming. You yelp when two thick tentacles press into your cunt. Ghost is in his big form again, easily able to manipulate you however you want. He keeps working tentacles into you, only pausing enough to give you a breather when your orgasm comes. Then hes right back to it.

You feel something warm and heavy spill into your womb, and expect him to pull out. Instead, ghost shrinks down from his big form until you have to lean up to see him. You stare, mesmerized and far too horny for the situation, as ghost fucking slithers into your cunt.

Entire body. Inside you. You can feel his tentacles wriggle around and explore, thighs shaking when another orgasm rolls through you. You hear his voice in your head when he speaks "thank you for this, i feel so much safer now."

You realize that he intends to stay there, at least for a while, and shudder at the thought. You have duties tomorrow, but its his off day. Surely he would want...? Ghost chuckles in your mind, sensing your thoughts "I wouldn't mind staying until im needed, if thats alright with you, love."

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hybrid!cat reader in heat PLEASE I BEG OF YOU YOU CAN HAVE MY FIRSTBORN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE

Ghost is privately thrilled to be getting another feline hybrid on the team! Hes the only one currently, a mainecoon hybrid. When he actually meets you hes a bit shocked.

Price mentioned a feline hybrid...he failed to mention exactly what type. Youre a tiger hybrid, strong and intense when you lock eyes with ghost. Despite the different in species, there's still that implicit understanding between the two of you. Hanging out, sharing space and meals. Its easy to fall into familiarity with you.

Then he gets back from a two week long mission. Soap gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder when ghost passes by, which only serves to confuse ghost immensely.

Any confusion is quickly forgotten when ghost steps into his room and sees you. You, whining and growling while you rut desperately against ghosts pillow. An inhale of breath, and your eyes are snapping to ghost. Youre on his in seconds, pressing his back into the door and nosing as his neck. He chuckles nervously, arousal pooling "fuckin' hell, seriously?" When you paw at his pants.

He barely makes it to the bed before youre straddling his lap, rubbing your cunt along his cock. Ghost throws his head back in appreciation when you finally sink down, "shit- go ahead baby- hah- take everything you need."

Which is how you end up riding ghost like youre trying to kill him. Hes purring non-stop, gasping and whimpering when your hips never stop even after he cums. Tears gathering at his eyes when he whines "fuck! Baby please- just ah- just a one more then lets rest, okay? Shit i- I cant take it-"

His whole body shakes a jerks with the next orgasm, pumping you full of cum while you clench around him. Hes still purring when you finally pull off, and it ticks up a notch at the sheer amount of cum that pours out without his cock in you. You purr too, nuzzle against ghost and settle your whole weight on top of him

"Ready to do that again tomorrow?" You ask, grinning when ghost groans and hides his face in your neck.

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Sunbear!reader is making out with polar bear!price, right?

And hes already obsessed with u tongue, so imagine the absolutely sinful moan he makes when you grip his jaw and force him to deeothroat it. Price didnt even know he was into that but youve got him all whiny and submissive and asking for you to "please do tha' again baby, please-"

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I need more secret dragon reader PLEASE

Pt 2 to dragon reader :] (cw for sh discussion)

The heli ride back to base is tense and anxiety inducing. Price keeps a hand on you at all times, as if scared youll pass out the moment he lets you go. You feel fine.

Price tells you medics will be waiting the second you land. Some doctor is over comms with price, giving him instructions as your captain asks you questions. if you feel dizzy or lethargic, if you have any pains or aches. You tell them none more than the usualy soldier does.

Price tries to brush your hair aside to check for horn stumps, but you bat him away. Its bad enough having an unfamiliar dragon grabbing at you, you dont want him to touch you any more than necessary. Price narrows his eyes, debates forcing you to do it, but ultimately backs down.

Instead, he moves on to even more questions from the doctor. "How often and how much do you usually eat, soldier?"

"Only time I eat is during meals, captain, when you get everyone food."

Price swears under his breath, thunks his head on the wall behind him and runs a hand over his face. "Fuck, okay-" he speaks into the com, to the doctors "two to three meals a day, all human proportions...yeah uh-huh....yeah I made sure of that."

Price is silent after that, looking up at the ceiling. Small curls of smoke drift up whenever he exhales. You dont think he realizes hes doing it.

When the heli lands, youre shocked to see a literal team of medics waiting for you. Its feels...overdramatic. "captain," you whisper when a fucking stretcher rolls up "this isnt necessary! I can walk fine on my own."

Price flares his wings a bit, and bodily hauls you onto the stretcher when you try to walk past it. "you aren't going anywhere until youre cleared medically, understood?"

Medics and nurses rush around you, taking vitals and sharing glances. Its fucking humiliating. Being wheeled through halls filled with peers, while a group of medical professionals swarm you like youre some sick cancerous child.

When they get you to a private room, a doctor comes in and asks you a bunch of questions. More about eating habits, then sleep, then self-image. He asks if youve ever considered hurting yourself.

"Wait-" you pause him, holding up the arm without an IV. "Im not fucking, depressed or whatever, okay? Whatever problem you think is there mentally, its not."

The doctor frowns at you. Pity. Still, he nods and puts his clipboard away after writing a few lines. "Okay. Im going to examine you first, then well decide where to go from there. As your captain, price will be notified of only the most important injuries or complications, but given your...state, that may be quite alot."

You sigh, mentally exhausted and wanting to just curl up in bed. Its bad enough price knows your a dragon. Now its guaranteed the whole base will know of your escort to medbay by tonight. Wonderful.

Outside, in the waiting room, price paces and paces. Tight anxious circles as his horde is hopefully being saved by the doctors.

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The guys visit prices house for the first time, glad their captain trusts them enough for this, right?

Its a nice home, rich and tasteful in his decorations. Its obvious he cares about the quality of things around him, just like those cigarettes hes smokes everything reeks of enjoyment for the fine things in life.

Kyle glances at the large dog crate in the corner of the room. Its nice, too. A plush bed inside with various blankets and a few chew toys. On a shelf next to the crate various slow feeders, leashes and collars sit. But kyle didnt here any barking, and price never mentioned having a dog.

"Whats up with the crate?" Simon asks, peering at the different leather collars on the shelf, a few of them dyed bright colors.

"for my puppy, excitable little thing needs a crate to sleep at night." He smiles warmly, untying his shoes and handing his hat up on the entrance wall.

"You never mentioned you got a dog."

"I didnt."

Just then, you come around the corner, "john, baby, do you want steak tonight or- oh! Hello. John didnt mention guests." You throw a pointed look to your husband, and he smiles apologetically.

As you introduce yourself, the men all take note of the thin leather collar you wear. It could just be a fashion choice, but it looks strikingly similar to the dog collars by the crate. Johnny clocks it instantly, and he watches in real time as simon and Kyle both realize too.

Price either doesnt realize how obvious it is or doesnt care when he hooks a finger under your collar and tugs you into the kitchen to "discuss dinner". The guys pointedly ignore any whimpers that come from the door until you both return.

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Yknow those gags/masks that have a dildo attached, so whoever is wearing it essentially deepthroats the dildo? Yeah.

Giving one to johnny when hes talking too much, bc u know hell be too horny and hazy to try and yap with even a fake dick in his mouth. Or maybe having ghost wear one under his balaclava as like a sensory thing to help him keep calm, jerking him off later for being so good for u.

Hm....

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You're like the 141 x reader slop account for the cod fandom

Everyone else pack it up this is the most hurtful thing anyone could say to me