savagemickey03

[savagemickey03]

Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 14)

Another long chapter! I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Yes you will probably be hating me for writing this - but just trust the process, I promise it'll be worth it!

Please be kind, reblogs are always welcome and greatly appreciated! Thank you for all the continued support 💛

Requests are open so if you have any ideas/requests, you're more than welcome to send them over (thank you to everyone who's requested a story so far, I'm working my way through them!)

I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied or translated onto this site or other platforms!

Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12

Warnings: Angst, threats to life, blackmail

COD Modern Warfare Masterlist /Taskforce 141 Masterlist /Join My Taglist

If looks could kill you were sure Phillip would’ve dropped down dead on the floor in an instant. 

You could feel the anger radiating off of the four men around you as they looked at the Texan by the door. 

Kyle’s hand remained on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, not caring that Phillip could probably see.

John and Johnny were now on their feet, standing protectively at your side and Simon had moved from Johnny's side, to the foot of the bed, blocking Phillip from looking at you.  

“The fuck are you doin’ here, Graves?” Johnny practically growled at Phillip, his Scottish accent becoming thicker in his anger. 

You could just about see him past Simon’s muscular build, but Johnny's words didn’t seem to bother Phillip at all though.

“I’m here to see my Fiance,” you heard him answer. The way he emphasised the word ‘Fiance’ making your chest tighten slightly. 

It baffled you how he could still use that word with such ease; like your relationship wasn’t built on lies…

“She doesn’t want to see you,” John bluntly snapped back.

“I think Y/n can speak for herself, don’t you, Captain?” Phillip questioned, patronisation lacing his voice as he took a few steps forward. 

You watched as John mirrored his actions, stepping away from the bed and towards Phillip, but his steps were interrupted when Simon stepped in front of him. 

“Take one more step,” Simon goaded; his fists clenched at his side. 

This isn’t what you wanted. 

If Simon hit him he’d be removed from the hospital, they all would, meaning that anyone could get into this room…

As angry as you were at Phillip, you still needed answers. 

Answers about him, about your relationship and about Shepherd.

You also needed to know what his involvement in this crash was.

One thing you were sure of was that if the four other men remained in this room, you wouldn’t get any of those answers. 

“It’s okay,” you spoke, giving Kyle’s hand a quick squeeze before pulling your hand away from his. 

You might as well have just slapped each one of your exes round the face with the look three of them were giving you right now. 

Simon however didn’t look at you; he didn’t take his eyes away from Phillip, and you knew why. 

Of course you did. 

“Can you guys wait outside?” You asked softly, trying to ignore the pain your heart felt as you looked around at them all. 

None of them could understand what you were doing, why you wanted to talk to Phillip after everything you knew; but they didn’t want to argue with you. 

They wanted to rebuild the trust they once had with you. 

And the only way you were going to start to trust them again was if they trusted you.

“Are you sure?” Kyle whispered his question as though he was saying a secret that he only wanted you to hear; worry swimming in his eyes. 

You nodded, forcing a small smile onto your lips, “I’m sure,”

Were you sure? 

No.

You weren’t really sure of anything anymore; but the only way you could get answers was by talking to Phillip, even if the thought of being alone with him in the room made you feel uneasy. 

“Five minutes” John began much to the disbelief of the Scotsman opposite him.

“John-” Johnny interrupted; his brows furrowing in confusion at the words he’d just heard. 

“Five minutes,” John repeated, glancing at Johnny before his blue eyes met yours, “after that we’re coming back in.”

“Thank you,” you said, forcing another smile onto your lips. 

John knew as well as Kyle did that the smile on your lips was fake; but it was clear that you wanted to talk to Phillip and even if they couldn’t understand why, they had to trust that you had a reason. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her,” Phillip taunted as Johnny, John and Kyle began to make their way out of the room. 

“Si-”

You watched as his unclenched upon hearing his name from your lips.

“You do anything to her, and I’ll kill you right here,” Simon warned Phillip.

“Ghost, that is not nice,” Phillip replied back with a smirk on his face. 

You thought Simon was going to punch that smirk from Phillip’s face; part of you wished he did, the other part of you wished that you could get up from the bed and just do it yourself.

Would it give you the answers you needed? 

No? 

Would it make you feel a little better? 

Yes it would. 

But you couldn’t move from the bed you were in without being in agony. 

So you were stuck having to be reasonable. 

Hoping that Phillip would slip up like he had at the house before. 

Much to your surprise, Simon simply walked past Phillip and headed towards the door John was holding open for him. 

Leaving you alone with your Fiancé. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking a few steps towards your bed, sitting down in the chair that Kyle had been sitting in moments before. 

There was genuine concern in not just his eyes, but his voice as well.

“I’m fine,” your reply was blunt; you didn’t want to talk about how you were. 

The only reason he was here right now was because you wanted to see the look in his eyes as he lied to you. 

To have proof that everything you'd once believed was a love story was lie.

“What happened?” 

“Surprised you don’t know,” you snapped; but his face remained neutral, unphased completely by the venom in your voice. 

“Why would I know, honey?” He asked innocently; so much so that he almost fooled you. 

Almost. 

“Why wouldn’t you know? Isn’t this what you and Shepherd planned? How else would you know I was here?” 

He was clearly taken aback by your questions; his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he processed your words. 

“I only found out you were here when I got a call from the hospital,” he began; taking a breath before continuing, “I don’t know what those men told you-”

“They told me that Shepherds’ been in hiding since Mexico,” you began, a humourless laugh falling from your lips, “which is bizarre considering we got an engagement card from him five months ago.”

You were waiting. 

Waiting for him to try and lie. 

To deceive you like he had done so many times before in your relationship.

But he didn’t. 

He didn’t say anything. 

He just stared at you.

“You and Shepherd are working together, you two planned this” you said; filling the silence that had descended upon the two of you. 

You weren’t asking him. 

You knew deep down he was. 

And the look in his eyes told you as much. 

“Y/n, I had nothing to do with this, I swear on-”

Something between a scoff and humourless chuckle slipped past your lips; utterly baffled that the man in front of you was trying to ‘swear’ that he had no part in this coincidental car crash, “You swear on what? On our relationship? On our love? On everything that’s just been a fucking lie”

“Y/n-”

You could feel the rage boiling in your veins; sitting up slightly, the anger pushing the pain shooting through your body to the back of your mind. 

“Was I just a pawn in your plan to hurt them?” you asked, nodding over to the men outside your room, tears already brimming in your eyes from the pure rage you were feeling. 

You hated the way your voice cracked as you asked the question; quickly blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to stop crying if you started and there was no way in hell you wanted to give Phillip the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

Silence.

That was what your question was met with. 

Once again; the man who you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, couldn’t even give you the truth to the questions you were asking. 

You went to open your mouth; to shout at him, to demand the truth. 

But his words silenced you instantly.

“Yes,” 

You felt your heart shatter at his answer. 

You weren’t entirely sure why; this is what you wanted. 

The truth. 

And deep down, you knew that this would be his answer. 

You just couldn’t quite believe that he was actually admitting to it. 

“Yes,” he continued, “You started out as being part of the plan to hurt the 141.”

He reached out to you, attempting to touch your hand, but you simply recoiled from his touch, making a frown tug on his lips. 

Did he seriously expect that he could just hold your hand after that admission? 

“But our love isn’t a lie,” Phillip added, making your eyes snap to his; fury evident on your face. 

Phillip was undeterred by your anger; continuing to talk calmly and gently, as though this was a perfectly normal conversation. 

“I love you, Y/n, I want to marry you, to grow old with you; this isn’t about them now, this is about us.” 

He placed his hand next to your side; already knowing that you didn’t want to actually be touched by him, “We could start fresh, just me and you…away from everyone,”

“What about Shepherd?”

“Shepherd won’t interfere as long as we’re married,”

“And what if I don’t want to marry you?” you retorted back, hearing a frustrated sigh fall from his lips. 

“Then you won’t be protected,” his voice unusually low, “Neither will Y/f/n, or any of your other friends, or your family, even mere acquaintances of yours will be at risk,”

“Sounds an awful lot like you’re threatening me,” 

“Don’t get confused honey, I’m not threatening you, I’m telling you what happens if you choose the 141 over me,”

"Don't patronise me," You seethed; hating the way he was talking to you as if you were just confused by what was happening.

“This was a warning,” he explained, “a warning that if you continue to keep those men in your life and don’t marry me, there will be consequences,”

“What if I don’t choose them either?” You offered, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if you could get away from all of them, leave them all behind you and the people you cared for would be safe. 

“That won't make a difference,” he dismissed your question quickly. 

You didn’t care about yourself getting hurt; this was your choice and if not marrying Phillip meant that you came to harm, you could deal with that. 

But Y/f/n….your other friends…your family…people that you cared about the most, people that you would do anything to protect; the thought of them coming to harm because of you made you want to be sick. 

The people you cared about had always been your weakness. 

Your mum used to tell you that you were too kind; that your heart was too big, you never saw that as something negative, not until now. 

Even if you ran; you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep everyone in your life safe. 

“Do you really want Y/f/n to die?”

You felt your jaw tighten, his question snapping you from your thoughts. 

Of course you didn’t. 

And he knew that. 

“‘Cos they will, if you don’t marry me,”

“You wouldn’t-” your voice barely above a whisper now; he was a soldier, and Shepherd was the one whose orders he followed…of course he would. 

Before you could say anything more to Phillip the door swung open; and in walked John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle. 

Those were a quick five minutes….

“Times up,” John hissed; but Phillip didn’t move. 

You knew what Phillip was waiting for. 

He was waiting for you to make a decision. 

Your eyes darted from Phillip, to the men who’d just walked in before settling back on Phillip. 

You didn’t want to be with Phillip; the thought was enough to make your skin crawl. 

But what option did you have, really? 

“We tried findin’ him- but every lead just ended up being a dead end,”. 

Johnny's words echoed through your mind as the realisation came to you. 

You and everyone you knew, were at risk as long as Shepherd was alive. 

If it wasn’t Phillip doing the killing, Shepherd would just send someone else to do it. 

If you knew there was hope of John and the others finding Shepherd soon, then perhaps it would be a chance you’d be willing to take. 

But by their own admission they had no idea where the General was….

Johnny and Simon walked closer to you and Phillip and you knew what they were going to do. 

They were going to throw Phillip out of your hospital room. 

And then that would be your decision made for you. 

They’d have made things worse without intending to. 

You didn’t want to be with Phillip; but you knew John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle couldn’t protect you or the others you cared about. 

“Don’t,” your words fell from your lips quicker than you could process them, halting the two men’s movements.

“Y/n?” Johnny questioned; pain slowly creeping into his eyes as if knowing what was about to happen. 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. 

And you hated it. 

Hated that you were letting Phillip win…

Hated that you were allowing him to blackmail you into marrying him. 

You extended your hand to Phillips; feeling your insides twist as he slipped his hand into yours; a smirk coming across his lips as he looked at Johnny and Simon. 

“Ye’ve gotta be jokin, Bon, c’mon-”

“Think my Fiancé has made her feelings quite clear,” Phillip interrupted, releasing your hand and rising from the seat, squaring up to Johnny and Simon. 

“Y/n-” John began; but his words trailed off the moment you looked at him. 

You hoped he was smart enough to see that you didn’t want this. 

That there was more going on. 

You hoped that look you two shared somehow told him everything you were feeling without you having to say a single word. 

“Let’s go,” John ordered, making both Johnny and Simon turn to look at him. 

“John?” the betrayal and confusion clear in the Scotsman’s voice; Kyle’s eyes mirroring the same confusion. 

“Let's go,” he repeated, his voice firmer now. 

Simon's eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment, watching as John and Kyle left the room.

Relief washed over you as you watched two of the four men leave; hoping that John knew what you were trying  to tell him. 

Simon wasn’t oblivious to the look you gave John, he could see that you didn’t want to be there, he wanted nothing more than to go pick you up from your bed and take you to a place he knew you’d be safe, but he knew he couldn’t. 

He knew Graves had said something to you.

But he couldn’t do anything about it right now, no matter how much he wanted to.  

So he simply placed his hand on Johnny's shoulder, attempting to guide him from the room, but Johnny simply stayed there, as if he was frozen to the spot. 

His eyes remained fixed on you. 

“You cannae marry him, Y/n,” he was pleading with you; the look in his eyes was enough to make your heart ache. 

“Johnny,” Simon mumbled, pushing the Scotsman slightly, just enough to make him move a little.

“Ye’re just gonna let this happen, Si? Let her marry him?”

Simon didn’t say anything in response to Johnny's questions; he just kept his hand placed on Johnny's shoulder, trying to gently guide him out of the room; but also mentally preparing to have to drag him out of there.

“I suggest you leave; before I get you all thrown out of here for distressing my Fiancé,” Phillip advised; but all you could hear was the smugness in his voice. 

You had to stop your eyes from rolling at his words, ‘distressing my Fiancé,’

The only person that was causing you distress right now, was him. 

Knowing that he was threatening your life along the safety of the people in your life, if you didn't go through with marrying him. 

“Johnny, let’s go,” Simon ordered now, thinking that he would be met with the same resistance he’d been previously met with, but this time, when Simon guided him away, Johnny moved. 

The two of them slowly made their way out of the hospital room, joining John and Kyle who were already outside. 

"Good choice," Phillip beamed, turning to you, lifting you hand to his lips, but you pulled your hand away before his lips touched your hand.

"I'll marry you, but if anyone else I care about gets hurt, I'll kill you myself, Graves," you promised, watching his the colour drain from his face as though he'd seen a ghost, and thankfully he didn't get a chance to respond before the nurse was shooing him from the room as visiting hours were over.

You asked the nurse about Y/f/n, but she didn't know anything apart from that they were still in surgery.

You had a plan to delay it for now....but as soon as Y/f/n was better you wouldn't be able to delay it any longer....

All you could hope, was that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle found Shepherd before that happened.

Tagging:

@imdeadontheinside786 @asterionex @pinkyyoshi @yaradigital @euriiverse @s-void @lilyalone @salemlovespies @z-wantstowrite @maryrhodalouandted @uraeus56 @skipping-throughlife @backalleytimetravel @fruitymoonbeams-blog @alejandro-vargass-wife @dasphinxone @magicwriterinspo @lilylovesliterature @tabbslouuformer @disasterofastory @yearninglustfully @therapyneeds @beautifuleaglealpaca @mischievousprincess01 @rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @ontopofthefridge @rosecastiello @harrys-ravioli @hypertail @hahaifolded @felinegaymerl0ver @little-mini-me-world @noheadcanons-juststories @nocturnal-nyx @ilovesoapandnotthebar @leon-thot-kennedy @astridbaby @galactict3a @famouspoetrydinosaur @rivwritesiguess @nanamisfootrest @echo9821 @caramelsundaysstuff @yuki2129 @jesushelpme

[savagemickey03]

“She’s a 10, but She’s a Psycho🔪🩸“

A Bishop Losa x Reader(You) Imagine

Warnings: 18+Only, as always. Smut, and violence(Jelly-Belly Bishop and Reader), below the keep reading line..I do not give permission to repost this story on tumblr or any other platform, reblogs on tumblr are welcome! 😘

Slinking over to Bishop, as he combed his hair back messily, in the mirror, you couldn’t help but clench your thighs. His toned, shirtless upper body was begging to be explored by you, jeans hugging against his lower body, accentuating the print of his well, endowed cock.

“What time is it,” you asked him, rubbing your tired eyes, as your naked breasts pressed against his back, your nipples grazing against his supple skin.

Soft hands coming to glide down, and under his arms, continuing their roaming to his chiseled abs, fingers slithering into the waist-band of his jeans, your thumbs hooking over the band of his boxers, lazily.

“Too early, sweetheart, go back to sleep” answering you through the reflection, in the bathroom mirror, his face was hardened, eyes dark and sullen.

“Come back to bed, with me” you pushed your hands further into his pants, your tongue grazing against your lips.

“I got club shit, hunny” his hands coming to pull yours from him, turning, he wrapped his arms around you, cupping your ass and squeezing.

Whining, you pouted your bottom lip out, arms crossing over your chest.

Cupping the back of your neck, bringing you inches from his bearded face, his fresh, breath cooling your tingling skin as he spoke,

“I’ll get you right when I get home, sweetheart, I promise,” he crooked his index finger, scooping the digit down the bridge of your nose, before tapping the tip with his knuckle.

His mouth smashing against yours, hands gripping at your plump ass, tightly, his teeth taking your bottom lip in between them, biting down, just enough to have you pooling in your skimpy, thong.

“I can’t wait that long, babyyy” whining you moved to unbuckle his belt, slightly impatient with the biker.

“I said, I got club shit” he maneuvered you to the side, stepping passed you, as he walked over the threshold. Leaving your mouth agape, and empty, in the small bathroom.

Bishop and you had been together for about a year now, the beginning filled with long sex fueled nights of passion, long rides through the desert on his bike, taking you to secluded bluffs, and making love to you in the warm, desert night.

You were smitten with each other, but as of a few months ago, following his brother, Riz’s death, the older man had shut himself off from you.

Gone the nights exploring each other’s bodies, thoroughly loving every part of each other. Replaced, with quick fucks, his need to release himself his only driving force, followed by the roar of his bike, back to the clubhouse, “club shit,” being his only comment, on the matter.

You walked, following behind him, internally going through all the emotions you had, until the dial stopped, landing on seething, you picked up the heavy candle on the small decorative, hallway table, chucking it towards Bishop’s head.

The candle just barely missed him, crashing against the front door, and shattering to the ground. Bishop jumped back, quickly snapping his head towards you, jaw clenched, eyes darkening.

Then growling a simple, “Clean that shit up,” as his boots crushed the glass beneath them, the framed picture of the two of you, hanging next to the door, falling, as the door slammed shut, behind him.

You swung it open, poking your head out, you just had to have the last word,

“Go fuck yourself, Obispo,” you slammed the door shut, intentionally harder than he had, the wood cracking slightly, from it’s abuse.

————————————

It was Friday night and Bishop wasn’t answering any of your texts or calls, and every time you called the prospect to talk to Bishop, he would tell you apologetically, that he was dealing with club stuff and couldn’t come to the phone and that he would call you later.

A couple hours later, you were scrolling through Snapchat, when Angel’s story came up, he was recording a brawl between Tig and Jax, someone calling his name, causing him to drop the device to his chest, as he turned, the phone’s camera surveyed it’s surroundings, catching everybody in its view. Your heart stopped, swallowing, you rewatched the story. Maybe it was someone else, everybody just had to have a beard, nowadays.

Nope, you were right, there was Bishop, your man, laughing and guzzling his beer, a dainty blonde woman’s legs draped over his lap. Your anger was crackling inside you like dry kindling, when it’s brought to a flame. Your teeth were digging into your lip, tears staining your cheeks, not from sadness, no, you were beyond sad, you were homicidal.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Going to the clubhouse, YOU grew up at, fucking with a croweater, that probably has had all the sons cocks inside her. The latter part never an issue to you, not until it was your man in one of their sights.

If Presidente wanted to disrespect you, and play games, then, fiiiiineee. Your presence was always welcome at the Sons charming charter’s clubhouse, you had been distant since being with Bishop, but you decided now, was the perfect time to give the old stomping grounds a visit.

After slaying your face, you slid into a seductively, smooth outfit, sure to cause an uproar, your breast filling the bikini style top, over the brim, thick thighs and curves filling the skirt, just right. Definitely, gonna get a reaction from your ol’ man.

Good or bad, you didn’t care, just something to remind him, that two could play that game. You knew you were a hot piece of ass, Bishop was just one of the many men who would line up, to jump your bones.

There never was any competition over you, though, Bishop had all of you, hands down the best fuck you ever had, but now, as you rewatched Angel’s story, riding in the Uber, taking you to Charming, you knew what you had to do.

You had to make the Presidente fight for you, earn you, or lose you. You weren’t gonna sit at home, touch starved, and lonely. You were too young and pretty for that nonsense, Bishop had ignored you for too long, and it was time to make him work.

The Uber’s car pulled into the clubhouse parking lot, people were everywhere. Two men were fighting in a makeshift circle, as a crowd cheered them on. Bikers, and women scattered, everywhere. You knew exactly where Bishop was, the surroundings of the place not changing, since you were a child.

Mayans and Reapers mixing and mingling, laughing together. This was a weird sight, considering they waged havoc and war on each other your whole childhood. Your father almost disowning you after finding out about your relationship with the “dirty mayan rat,” he would spit.

Eventually, Jax and Clay brockered a deal with the opposing, Biker Gang, ending the years of feuding. Your father passing away shortly after, leaving no one left to object to your relationship.

You weaved through the group of people. Your eyes, finally falling to the table, where your prick of a boyfriend, was seated. His hand rubbing circles on the women’s hip, her arm draped around his shoulders, her overly lined lips falling to his neck. Oh, he was so dead if he didn’t pull away, in like 1.5 milliseconds.

A hand came to your shoulder, spinning you around, on your dainty heels, “take yourr,” you were just about to unleash on the person when blue, glimmering eyes, and soft lips, smiled back at you. The man’s blonde hair was combed back, and longer, face slightly older. Still, as sexy as ever.

“Jaxxx,” you squealed, throwing yourself into your high school sweetheart’s arms, “Oh my goddd, I’ve missed youuu,” you purposefully flirted with your drawn-out words, your hands keeping their place on his kutte, hoping Bishop would see you entertaining your ex flame, knowing it bothered him that one of the sons had dipped in your waters. Not insecure about it, but possessive. Your pussy belonged to Bishop, from the moment he entered you.

“Whose fault is that,” Jax quirked his eyebrow at you, “you still dating, what’s his name?”

“Bishop? No, we broke up. He wasn’t the right one ya know?” You shrugged your shoulders, your fingers playing with the strings hanging against your thighs, you rocked gently, on your heels.

“You know he’s here right?” His eyes traveled to the back of Bishop, and then back to you, again.

“Hm, I hadn’t noticed.”

You hadn’t noticed. Bull-fucking-shit, you hadn’t noticed, oh, you definitely saw more than you needed to, and it was time to finish your plan.

“Come on, lover boy, let’s go get a drink,” you winked, as you pulled him behind you, your fingers interlocked with his.

Chucky had you and Jax entranced in a “game of mystery”, the man called it, where he would put an un-cracked walnut under one, of three solo cups, you and the handsome biker taking turns failing at guessing which one the nut was under.

Losing again, you bounced up and down, exacerbated, groaning out in a whiny but cute way, “Oh, cooomeee onnn, I saw it under that one, I swearrr,” you pouted, your hands on your hips. You always were a sore loser, wayyy to competitive.

You were having so much fun, with your ex, you completely forgot why you had came here in the first place.

Bishop.

_________________

Your hand was on Jax’s thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles over the covered flesh. Marcus sat next to Bishop, eyeing the two of you. “Hey, primo,” he nudged Bishop, causing the man to pull his face from the woman’s neck.

“You in an open relationship, now,” he asked, wanting to make sure the scene in front of him was allowed, before making his cousin aware of his ol’ lady and where her hand kept lingering.

Bishop smirked, like the devil he is, before answering ‘Hey, we’re passed city lines, I’m single here.” The woman giggled as Bishop bounced his knee, burying his face back into her neck.

“Uh, huh, and uh, same thing goes for Y/N,” he prodded, eyes still on you laughing, as you leaned into the blonde man’s body.

Bishop looked over at Alvarez, his features annoyed, at the constant mentioning of you. “You wanna stop bringing my ol’ lady up, already, primo, you’re killing my mood.

Alvarez sighed, smiling, realizing Bishop had no idea you were even here. He raised his beer to his lips, “Alright, Vato, I was just trying to see if she was cleared to do what she’s doing.”

Bishop sat up in the chair, pulling the girl closer to him on his lap, “what the hell are you going on about?”

“I just thought you’d wanna know where your ol’ lady has her hand right now, primo,” Bishop followed Alvarez’s eyes, straight over to the bar.

At this point, your fingers had found their way to the hair at the base of Teller’s neck. Bishop stood up abruptly, the women falling to the ground in front of him with a, “what the fuck,” Bishop ignored her as his nostrils flared, daggers shooting from his eyes, into the man’s leather covered back.

Taking a step forward, Alvarez, stepped in front of him, “Hey, Primo, not with the sons, you gotta shut that shit down with your ol’ lady and not here, were too early in the peace agreement, could escalate,” his cousin trying to reason with him, as he plotted.

“Fuck right its gonna escalate, you see my bitch’s hand all in that fuckers hair?”

“Shiiit, you got me fucked up, primo” his chest was heaving now, his puffed up body inches from Alvarez, anger radiating off of him.

Alvarez not backing down,stepping closer now into Bishop’s own space, “Don’t do it, primo,” Alvarez cautioned, trying to deescalate the situation, as much as possible.

Bishop, slowly sat back down, resting his arms against his thighs, leaning forward, watching as your fingers twirled in the curls, on the back of that fucker’s head. You were laughing at something the reaper, royalty had said, when you turned around to greet Gemma, watching as she cupped your cheek, then had you do a spin. His blood boiling when he saw the front of your skirt.

The strings that laced up passed your hips, displaying your kissable curves for all the hungry men’s eyes. Bishop groaned, as he eyed the biteable, soft mounds of flesh that gently protruded from the diamond shapes of the laces, on your thighs. Fuck, you had him so hard, even as your body was inches away from the pretty boy, your hand still on him, as you downed another shot.

“Aren’t you gonna shut that shit down,” Creeper questioned, his scowling president.

“She wants to play games, let her, I’ve been trying to push her away for a while now, she just can’t leave me alone.”

Nails grimaced behind the bikers, as she walked back from the ladies room, overhearing the overly cocky biker’s words.

“Jesus, Bishop, why are you such an asshole,” your spunky friend not afraid to tell any of the bikers where to shove it. She walked away, shaking her head, beelining back over to you.

Bishop watched as Nails sat next to you at the bar, breathing out deeply, he ran his hand down his beard, he had been pushing you away, but he didn’t really want you to go, he just didn’t want to lose you to this life, like he did, Riz. You deserved better than him, and he knew it.

So, when nails leaned over whispering something in your ear, Bishop knew she was snitching on him, “Gahdamn it, nobody ever minds their fucking business”

You took every word your friend threw at you, your stomach flipping, growing nauseous, as she told you what he said to the other men.

No. Now’s not the time to cry, baby girl, you talked the tears back inside you. It’s time for payback. If he wanted you to go, then that’s what you’d do.

No relationship to hold you back you stepped off the stool, grabbing your shot glass, you met bishop’s eyes, as you raised the small glass in a toast to him, downing the shot, you turned to Jax, whispering something into his ear.

The smiling man turned to you, your hand tangled in his curls once again, but this time you did what you always did to Bishop when he made you feel good, you tugged his head back, your lips coming to his, melting together.

Bishop had a clear view of your tongue dipping into the Biker’s mouth, before you pulled him over to the group of writhing, dancing bodies.

You held Jax’s hands to your hips, swaying, rolling your hips, teasingly. Bishop’s jaw was close to breaking, it was clenched so tight. He grabbed a new girl as she walked by, slamming her down on his lap, “What’s your name, sweetheart,” he flirted. She began telling him but was drowned out by his pulse angrily throbbing, in his ears.

“The fuq”, bishop internally cursed, “she did not just put his hands there, nah fuck that,” he stood up abruptly, knocking another girl to the ground, for a second time tonight.

Pulling at the front of his kutte, he looked down at her, then stepping over her, he had creeper help her up, before stomping over to your writhing body. No. That was, HIS curved out body, HIS supple titties,“ the ones you had just cupped Jax’s hands over, as you moved your body, against him.

Your eyes stayed glued to Bishop’s as he stormed over to you. “Here we go,” you thought.

Bishop grabbed at your arm, tugging you behind him, staring up at Jax, his threatening, posture never wavering. “You make it a habit of stealing Ol’ ladies, pretty boy”

“Didn’t seem like she was your girl when she was working her hips on my dick” Jax shot back, his brothers gathering around laughing. Mayans grouped behind their President, “Fuuck you bitches,” Gilly shot out, “we never should have made peace with you, snakes”

Alvarez stepped between the bikers, “hey! Shut this shut down,” Bishop glared at his cousin, before Marcus continued, “whetto, you disrespected my primo, you gotta answer for that shit, but we can talk it out, the fighting is unnecessary,” he looked at Bishop, as he spoke the latter words.

Jax broke the ice, unintentionally telling on you. “She said you were broken up. I thought she was fair game, kinda missing her. Seems like you might be close to finding out what that’s like, yourself”

“Hey!” Clay’s palm came to Jax’s chest, “chapel, now,” Tig and Bobby, coming up behind jax, hands coming to his shoulders as they walked him away.

Bishop turned to you, his face hard, eyes blackened, with rage, “You told that Vato we broke up?” His hand gripped at your arm, wincing you pulled it from his rough grasp.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, Obispo, you started this shit, you told your butt-buddies what you really wanted and now I know, too,”

“So spare me,” you screamed at him, your middle finger shooting up, right in front of his face.

“Where’s the lie, Obispo,” you rolled your eyes, walking away from the crowd of people, ass wagging behind you.

“Oh, honeyyy, you’re gonna have to treat your man better, if you wanna keep him,” the woman from Angel’s snap, snickering with her friend.

Fucking whore.

Turning on your heels, you pulled the pocket pistol Bishop got you for your birthday from your clutch. Flipping the safety off, you pulled the trigger, the small bullet shattering the women’s kneecap.

“Oh, honeyyy, you’re gonna have to be able to get on your knees, if you wanna keep him,” you taunted the women.

Crickets.

Then all anyone heard, was Coco and Juice, simultaneously shouting, “Daaaammmmnnnn,” their fists both coming to their mouths.

“Are you out of your fucking mind,” Bishop shouted towards you, the sons making their way over, removing the bleeding women from the crime scene.

You pointed the gun at Bishop, “yeah, maybe, and you don’t even know how close you are to dying, you fucking asshole,” you shouted, storming away.

His bike was to the side of you and your anger took your body over, your leg kicked out, knocking the bike on its side. You turned throwing both of your middle fingers up at the furious biker.

“Fuck. You. Losa.” You shouted, with your back to him, Nails, coming to your side, arm hooking with yours, as you both walked through the lot gates.

Bishop stood frozen, staring down at the blood on the ground and then to his brand new bike, thrown to the ground, with such disregard.

“Fucking crazy ass, chica,” coco nudged the flabbergasted, President.

“I’ll see you guys, tomorrow. I got some shit to handle at home.”

Angel rolled his eyes, playfully, “yeah, okay, so, we’ll see you Monday,” the other men laughed as everyone went back to partying.

________________

“Say.”

“It.”

Bishops cock thrusted, deep into your sopping cunt, “say it, or I’m gonna take it out, Querida”

You rolled your hips, slamming them back against him, “fuck,” your pussy dragged down his cock, “you,” then, squeezing as you worked your cunt back up to his tip.

Bishop’s hand smacked down against your ass, eliciting a needy whine from you, “smart mouthed little bitch,” he rammed up into you, his hand smacking down on your ass, three more times.

Each slap harder than the last, causing you to milk yourself on Bishop’s cock, your pussy walls, clenching, and fluttering around him. One more slap and you caved, the hard smack’s to your ass, making you shake, and hitting you right in your drenched center.

Cumming around Bishop’s cock, you screamed out, “Jax Teller is a biiittttccchhh” you shook beneath him, ass high up in the air, hands grabbing at the smooth sheets. BIshop’s cock jumped, hips thrusting desperately into you, his cum filling you to your brim.

You sat up, turning around, you tangled your fingers in his curls where they belonged, slamming his head back, you kissed him, your mouth taking him over before you pulled away from him, “I’m sorry, Bishop.”Your hand still in his curls, you spoke, with a definite tone, pointing at him,

“But not for the kneecap incident.” You poked him on the side of his head, making you both laugh.

Secretly, though, that shit tickled Bishop’s pickle, he loved his little psycho, he just had to make time for her.

_______________________

No, I DO NOT think Jax is a bitch, but I DO KNOW Bishop is petty enough to make you say it! Lololol

I hope you enjoyed! Like, comment or reblog to let your girl know how she did🌹♥️

[savagemickey03]

How would they react: Squirting

Angel Reyes- squirting during doggy style

Previously: Ez Reyes- squirting during oral sex.

Bishop Losa- squirting during phone sex

A/N: It’s finally here, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it lol. 🥰

Warnings: Unprotected sex, squirting, oral (female receiving), sprinkle of dirty talk

There’s an ache in your lower back from the position Angel has put you in for the past fifteen minutes. You could feel little droplets of sweat slide down the curve of your spine, all the way down to your neck.

His hips are slapping against your ass with every thrust he makes, creating a sound that only encourages him to keep going. Both of you were panting loudly, but he managed to get a scream out of you everytime he decided to change his pace, resulting in a firm smack against your ass.

“Look at you, mi dulce” he coos, his steady rhythm not faltering for even a second. Your eyes are closed, loud moans falling from your lips as Angel slides himself in and out of you. “I wish you could see what I see. The way your pussy just swallows this cock—you need it, don’t you?”

Your desperate whimpers are taken as a yes, judging by the soft chuckle behind you. It wasn’t the first time you came tonight, and with each orgasm sweeter than the last, you could only imagine the pleasure that was about to hit you.

A hand makes its way down your back, eventually reaching your neck. He held it with a tight grip, reminding you that he was in control, something you had to change. You press yourself forward, only to slam back on his cock again— a move that never fails to spur him on further.

He retrieves his hand from your neck and allows you to find your own pace, “You like fucking yourself on my cock, baby?” Angel asks you, while using his free hands to knead the jiggling flesh pushing up on him.

“Fuck.. Angel” you moan, holding onto the headboard in front of you. “You feel so good,”

Deciding you’ve had your fun, Angel is quick to take over again. He has a hard grip on your hips, as his cock pumps into you with a renewed fervor.

It’s not long before you can feel it building again, the desire in your belly growing by the second, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You look over your shoulder, wanting a glimpse of Angel as you reach your climax.

His eyebrows were furrowed in determination, and you could tell he was trying to hold off in his own orgasm. “Cum for me, querida. Cum all over this cock, I know you want to”

With his head rubbing against your g-spot, and his hand sneaking down your pussy to attack your clit with his fingers, your vision goes white. It’s as if your skin is on fire, and Angel keeps on adding more and more gasoline, sending your body into overdrive.

The heat rises to your face, while Angel pulls you as close as humanly possible, leaving you gasping for air.

It’s like fireworks exploding inside of you, followed by a warmth erupting deep in your body, sending goosebumps all over your skin. Your pussy clenching around him, gripping him so tight, he could enjoy every ridge of your walls.

Just when you think the best part has come, he starts fucking you more vigorously, causing you to cry out again. An unfamiliar type of sensation washes over you, one that had your pussy squirting fluids all over Angel’s cock and the bed.

Your legs are still shaking from the new experience, when Angel pulls himself out of you. The look of amazement, quickly turned into a look of pure lust.

“Look at you, baby.. squirting all over this cock, ruining these sheets”, Angel teases, while grabbing your ass cheeks almost painfully hard, spreading them apart to get a better view, “You made a big mess, querida. Let’s clean it up.”

Before you can even process his words, you feel him burying himself between your legs, his tongue immediately devouring your drenched pussy, not leaving a single spot untouched.

This was going to be a long night.

If you’d like to be added to my Angel taglist, let me know! ✨

@purestxblood

@blessedboo

@smurfflynn

@lauraashley93

@oscars-wifeyyy

@adaydreamaway08

@bigcreatorwombatdreamer

@itsnenaxoxo

@behindmyeyes-insidemyhead

@beardburnsupersoldiers

@one-shot-plus-size

@queenbeered

@mrsmarvelous1995

@spnaquakindgdom

@trulysuccubus

@lilac-tea-time

@peaches007

@cant-decide-at-this-moment

@daddyslittlevillain

@courtrae89

@achievement-hunters-blog54

@nestors-whore

@georgiaaintnopeach

@youlovetkay

@holl2712

@readingslumpfanfic

@mijop

@chibsytelford

@glimmerglittergirl

@achievement-hunters-blog54

@nestors-whore

@blessedboo

@rosieposie0624

@sincerelykas

@krysiewithak

@pearlkitten33

@amberritonicole

@amorestevens

@leaalfred

@lexondeck

@cruzwalters

@just1bri

@thesandbeneathmytoes

@angelreyesisdaddy04

@browngirldominion

@doll0026

@hazlenutlatte

[savagemickey03]

Sons of Anarchy

Summary: Set after the series finale, everything is the same, except Jax Teller is still alive. You’re helping him stay that way.

Warnings: NSFW, Plus size!reader - insecurities about size are a big part of this fic and can be triggering, proceed with caution, 3.2k

Author’s Note: I don’t really know how this happened or where it came from, but I hope you enjoy!

**Reblogs and comments are encouraged!!**

“Y/N?”

“In here,” you call from your spot on the couch, not taking your eyes from the screen when a body flops down on the couch next to you.

“What are you watching?”

“Survivor.”

“Still?” Jax asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “You’ve been watching that for like, the last two months.”

You roll your eyes at him. “First of all, I only started this a couple of weeks ago, max. And second, there’s like 40 seasons or something,” you defend, throwing a couple of pieces of popcorn at him. They land on his hoodie clad chest, his kutte probably hanging on its designated hook by your door, as was his habit when he showed up. “What are you doing here, anyways?”

“What do you mean?” He asks, already hooked, watching the complicated challenge on screen.

You smirk, watching him reach for more popcorn. “It’s Friday night. Shouldn’t the prince be at the ball?” You can’t help but chuckle at the disgruntled look he throws you. “Seriously though, I can’t imagine there’s not a clubhouse full of women on a Friday night itching for your attention.”

He kind of shrugs it off, sliding further down the couch so his head is resting on your raised thigh from where you have your legs tucked underneath you. You sit the popcorn down by his chest so he can still reach it as well. You bring your other hand up to rake your fingers lightly through his hair. “What’s going on, Teller?”

“Just tired of everyone wanting a piece of me, needed a break,” he mumbles.

You take the hint that he doesn’t want to talk about it right now and turn your attention back to the screen. Another episode comes and goes, the popcorn gone, and you decide to get up for a drink. “Let me up,” you say, tapping his shoulder. Instead of moving, he just grumbles. “Come on, Jax, I’m thirsty.”

“Fine,” he sighs, lifting his head just enough so that you can get up.

“Want anything?” you ask, standing at the fridge door. “I got water, beer, juice…”

“Just a water, thanks.”

That earns a frown from you. Jax Teller turning down a beer? You grab two bottles of water, turning back towards the couch to find that he has all six feet of himself spread across it.

“Uh, excuse me, sir? That happens to be my couch you are hogging,” you say, standing in front of him, hands holding water bottles on your hips.

He just looks up at you and scoots against the back of the couch, raising an arm. You can’t help the pit that forms in your stomach. “Come on, Jax, you know that won’t work. Just scoot back down and you can lay on my leg again.”

“Why won’t it work?”

You can feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly shy. “Uhh…,” you say, gesturing to your body. Your pajama clad body definitely fits into a plus sized category, and not the cutesy, curvy size 8 model, plus size, either. Legitimate double digits, some curves in some maybe not so flattering places. “Because the couch is only so big?”

“Plenty of room,” he says, patting the cushion in front of him, like you guys haven’t had this discussion before.

“Jax,” you soften, knowing that this is the time of the year he’s missing everyone - his dad, his wife, and, even if he won’t admit to it, his mom. It was your secret knowledge that the President ofSAMCRO was a cuddler when he was sad. “Sit up a bit.”

You watch his face fall, but he does as he’s told, and you slide under him, slipping one leg between him and the cushions, resting your back against the arm of the couch. Once you get settled, he wraps his arms around your leg, snuggling deeper in your lap. You bring your hand back to his hair, mindlessly combing your fingers through it as you turn your attention back to the TV.

“Miss anything?”

“Nope,” Jax says, curtly.

You pause your fingers in his hair, frowning down at him. You’d been his friend for years, having known him in high school, but you hadn’t always been close until recent years after he lost everyone. You had run into him at the gas station one day, just staring at a cooler. You cleared your throat and he apologized, stepping out of your way before recognizing you. After exchanging pleasantries, you’d offered your condolences for his recent losses, noting how the distant look returned to his eyes. You’d just moved back to town, no job commitments or anything yet, so you’d asked if he needed any help around the shop, knowing that Gemma used to manage things. He smiled, and your knees went weak, almost forgetting how handsome he was when you were younger and being hit with your crush all over again. Not long after that, you were in charge of the newly rebuilt Teller Garage, the Morrow being dropped, and Jax quickly became your best friend.

You guys hung out during the day while at work, when club shit wasn’t drawing his attention, but you almost never hung out at the club house, not sure how someone like you would fit in there. Jax had invited you plenty of times, promised to shut down anything you thought anyone would say, but you were fine entertaining yourself outside of working hours.

Not too long later, when the clouds got too dark, the past got too heavy, Jax started finding himself at your place. First he started showing up completely drunk, you weren’t even sure how he’d managed to keep his bike upright. He’d stumble in, crashing on your couch, fast asleep before his head hit the cushion. Finally after about the third time, you told him he could show up sober so you didn’t have to worry about him drinking and riding.

About his tenth time showing up is when he finally broke down. You’d heard the slight sniffle, looking over to ask if he was getting sick, only to see silent tears streaming down his cheeks from his red rimmed eyes. A simple, “Oh, Jax,” had him falling over into your lap until the tears stopped and gentle snores followed. You stayed on the couch with him all night, as every time you tried to get up, his grip on you only tightened. After that night, he would show up, like he had tonight, laying on the couch, his head in your lap while you watched whatever show had your attention. A couple of times when he showed up, things felt different. The air charged in a way that sent tingles through your limbs when his skin touched yours. On those nights, lines came close to getting crossed. Hands roamed past unspoken boundaries, lips meeting lips for a moment too long to be considered a greeting. You’d always manage to shut it down at the last minute, before you could go too far, knowing you weren’t something Jax would want outside of the walls of the safe house he’s built here.

But even at those times, he was still sweet, if a little sad. Never curt.

“You okay?” You ask, hand paused in his hair.

“Fine,” he snaps.

“Look, I know your favorite piece of eye candy just got voted off, but no reason to take it out on me, Teller,” you say, hoping to lighten the mood.

“You really think I’d be into her?” His voice is quiet as his shoulders hunch slightly.

“Even I think she��s hot,” you scoff, trying anything to get his mood to lighten again.

His shoulders loosen slightly and you can feel his whiskers scratch against your leg, signaling a smirk and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Maybe back in the day looks would have been enough, but now,” he says with a sigh, his arms tightening just slightly on your legs, “now, I know I need more than that.”

Your heart flutters at the comment and before you can stop it, your mind drifts to what a life with Jax Teller would be like. You could have nights like this every night, he comes home and you fall into each other’s arms, talking about your day. Maybe stealing kisses at work. But then your thoughts slip to the club.

You’ve seen the girls that hang around. Not an ounce of fat on them, all scantily clad with tits and ass hanging out and the guys just drool over them, chasing them every time. The couple of times you had been in the clubhouse, looking for one of the guys to ask questions on an invoice or something, the comments you heard cut you to your core. The most memorable being, “What the hell would he want with you, when he’s got someone like me, waiting for him right here, any time he wants.” You knew, right there, you couldn’t let yourself fall for Jax Teller.

You realize Jax is looking up at you. “Hm?”

“I said, how about you?”

You cock your head to the side at his question. “How about me what?”

“What are you looking for?”

“I just want someone I can be myself around, I guess? That I don’t feel like I would have to change anything about myself for them to love me, you know?” You finish quietly, keeping your eyes firmly on the television screen.

“Why would someone want you to change?”

That draws your attention from the screen. You look down at him with furrowed brows, not ready to rehash this argument. “Jax, we’ve been over this. That,” you gesture to the beach full of thin women in bikinis on your screen, “is something I will never be. I tried the whole dieting and working out thing. It gave me so much anxiety, it wasn’t worth it. I’ve decided to accept who I am, rolls and all. I can’t be with someone who is going to pressure me into that again.”

“Who’s trying to pressure you into that?”

You roll your eyes. Of course the man who is gorgeous with a perpetual six pack is not going to understand what you are trying to say. “I’m just saying, I’m staying in my league, but as it turns out, the men here are just as shallow.”

“Did you ever think the problem is that you’re out of everyone’s league?” The uncontrolled laughter that erupts from you causes Jax to frown. “Why are you laughing?”

“Jax, you literally have an army of porn stars at your beck and call, how could you say something so ridiculous?”

He sits up, looking at you in confusion. “You think any one of those could compete with you?”

“No,” you say, matter of factly, which causes his eyes to widen in surprise. “Because it wouldn’t even be a competition. Look at me.”

Your hair is messy from laying on the couch, your make up gone. The pajama top you have on is stretched and misshapen and the shorts have a hole in them. Your nails need repainted, your brows could used to be tweezed, your boobs were a little saggier than you thought they’d be at your age, and you had some cellulite on your legs and butt. A future in Red Woody was not waiting for you.

“Yea, I’m looking,” he says, his eyes running up and down your body. You can help but shiver under his scrutiny. “Everything looks good to me.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as his thumb starts rubbing circles on your bare thigh. Taking a deep breath, you say, “Jax, you are the President of SAMCRO. You should have someone beautiful at your side, who looks cute and small behind you on your bike. Not someone who is going to make things harder for you.”

His thumb stops and his brows furrow. “How would having you by my side make things harder?”

“Because people will make comments, Jax, about me,” you sigh. “About how you deserve better.”

“People will say that about anyone I’m with.”

That makes you pause. He is probably right about that actually. But it doesn’t mean you want to deal with all the catty comments. You’d left middle school behind almost two decades ago now and you weren’t looking to revisit.

His hand comes up to your chin, his thumb tugging your bottom lip out from between your teeth. “You’re the only thing I look forward to. Not the porn stars, not the club, not the money. You. This time we spend together where everything sucks a little less, where you don’t judge me for my past sins, where I feel loved unconditionally, not because of what I can do for you.”

“Of course I love you, Jax,” you murmur, a soft smile on your face.

“I love you, too,” he says, stroking the side of your face. “And at some point, I’ve also fallen in love with you.” Your jaw drops open in his hand at that. “I want you by my side every day. I want to walk up to you and kiss you whenever I want. I want to introduce you to everyone as my old lady.” His thumb brushes your cheek and you are surprised to feel the wetness of tears spread, the drops having fallen from your eyes without your acknowledgement.

You take a deep shuddering breath. “But Jax, everyone will —.”

“Don’t worry about everyone else,” he interrupts. “What about you? Are you in love with me, too?”

“More than what feels possible,” you say honestly.

He launches himself from the couch, his lips crashing against yours and for the first time, you press into the kiss instead of pulling away. His hands cup your face and yours are latched onto his wrists. He uses his knees to walk up the couch, so you are leaning back over the arm, his lips and tongue still attached to yours.

Your hands slide down his arms, to come to his chest as you dig your nails lightly into his pecs through his black hoodie. His hands slip from your face to down your sides as he grips the hem of your shirt and starts tugging up. You freeze, grabbing his hands and holding them still. He pulls back from the kiss, giving you a confused look through hooded eyes.

“Just a moment,” you mutter, reaching beside you to turn out the lamp.

“Don’t,” he says, before you can flick the switch. You’re hand pauses, but before you can say anything, he grabs it, bringing it to his lips. “I want to see you when I make you come.”

The shiver that runs down your spine almost makes you forget about it, until he’s tugging at your shirt again. You decide now or never, as you lean forward to let him slip it over your head. You lay before him, exposed from the waist up, as his eyes roam over every roll, stretch mark, and imperfection on your body. Just as you are getting ready to cross your arms, he leans forward, his lips against your ear and says, “I am going to taste every inch of you.”

His deep rumble mixed with the brush of coarse beard hair has your body erupting in goosebumps and you can’t help but clench your core.

He kisses on your neck, stopping to pay close attention to any spot that makes you squirm, before kissing and sucking his way to each of your breasts. He spends time working each nipple into a taut peak, using his mouth and his fingers to coax moans from your lips. By the time he kisses his way down your stomach, you can’t find it in yourself to care, head thrown back over the arm of the couch, your eyes shut tight. His fingers slip into your shorts, dragging them down your thighs. Your legs were already spread with him settled between them, so it was a little tricky sliding the shorts down your legs, but the flimsy, stretchy material didn’t put up too much of a fight.

You felt his hot breath on your core and you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Look at me,” he purrs.

You tilt your head up and open your eyes to a fully clothed Jax Teller settled between your bare thighs just before he licks up your wet slit.

“Oh, fuck,” you stutter. He goes to work quickly, alternating licking and sucking, until your legs are shaking on either side of him.

“Are you ready, darlin’?”

“Fuck, yes, please, Jax.”

“Come for me,” he says before leaning forward and wrapping his lip around your clit and sucking, his eyes never leaving yours. Your whole body clenches, helpless to do anything but follow his command, as the coil inside you snaps and pleasure pulsates through your body. When your eyes focus again, you see that Jax has managed to shed his own clothes. He is sitting between your legs, stroking himself, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches your return from your orgasm.

“I wanted to do that,” you pout, eyeing his pile of clothes on the table.

He chuckles, “Next time.”

Your heart flutters, realizing for the first time there will be a next time. Your eyes skip back to where he is still stroking himself. “You going to do something with that, or just play with it all night?”

He leans forward, smacking himself down on your wet lips and you let out a squeal. “I just realized I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’ve got an IUD,” you say, hooking your leg around his hips. “Don’t need one.”

“Well, in that case,” he says, lining himself up with your core. You pull him a little closer and you feel his tip enter your tight walls and you wonder why you didn’t let this happen sooner. When he bottoms out in you, you decide you never want him to leave. His arms are braced beside you on the couch, his forehead pressed to yours. “Fuck, you’re so tight, I could come right now,” he murmurs.

You use the opportunity to grind your hips on his, using your foot on the ground to fuck yourself on his cock. His lips crash against yours as his hips match your rhythm. Everything is sloppy, loud, and perfect. This angle has him hitting your g spot every time and when he slips his hand between you to rub at your slippery bundle of nerves, you come again with the shout of his name. Your walls flutter around him as his hips stutter and he buries himself deep within your heat and empties into you.

You lay together awhile, both catching your breath, his cock softening inside you. His hand comes up to your chin, making sure you’re looking at him as he says, “Tomorrow, I am introducing you to everyone as my old lady.” You bite your lip and he continues, “Anyone who has anything to say about it, won’t be able to say it for long.”

You aren’t sure it's going to be as easy as that, but after tonight, you’d put up with anything to be by his side, so you nod and the smile that breaks out on his face makes anything anyone is going to say worth it.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Jax.”

IF YOU LIKED THIS FIC, PLEASE REBLOG IT SO OTHERS CAN ENJOY IT, TOO!

[savagemickey03]

Mayans MC

Summary: Bishop's got a new old lady that's running him ragged, so he tries to hide out in Templo, but she finds him anyway.

Inspired by this post from @darklydeliciousdesires

WARNINGS: 18 + ONLY; threesome; sharing; cum play; oral/vaginal sex; vouyerism; 2.6k words

Author's note: I have nothing to say for myself

“Doing okay there, prez?”

Bishop readjusts in his chair, shaking his head at Taza.  “My god, that girl sure is something else.”

Chuckles roll through the smoke filled room, the club sitting at the table preparing for Templo.  When Bishop started dating a woman almost half his age, he’d accepted the razzing from the club with a grin, knowing that he was getting laid far more than all of them combined, but he thought eventually it would taper off a bit.  Maybe the honeymoon phase would wear off and you’d get tired of him, but, if anything, you’ve gotten needier.

“She have you up late last night?” comes from somewhere down the table.

Bishop looks up, running his hand over his face.  “Eight times.  I made that woman come eight times in the five hours I was home last night and she’s still not satisfied.”  He expects someone to make a snarky comment about his performance but when he looks up, he’s met with several wide-eyed looks.

“Holy shit, eight?”

“You’re dick’s gotta be about raw.”

“I’m surprised you can walk.”

He just nods along with the comments, puffing on his cigarette.  The truth is, he isn’t as young as he used to be.  He was spent after the first several rounds, finally relying on his hands, mouth, and the toys in the bedside drawer to get you off, hoping that after each orgasm, you’d let him finally get some sleep.  Yet you’d only be down for about half an hour and you were pawing at him again, little whimpers falling from your lips about how bad you need him, and who was he to tell you no?

 “We even need this meeting or are you just hiding?”

Before Bishop can answer the question, the front door of the clubhouse opens.  He stills immediately, cigarette halfway to his mouth as he listens for who just arrived.  When he hears the tell tale click of your heels on the wood, he sighs.  “Jesus Christ.”

The guys give him a confused look until the door to Templo slides open.  Everybody’s head turns on a swivel to see who would have the audacity to enter the sacred room during a meeting, only to see you leaning against the doorway.  “There you are!”

Bishop’s eyes dart to the men around the room, daring someone to make a comment about your arrival, but the only reaction are a few amused looks in his direction.

“Sweetheart, we’re having a meeting, can this wait?” he says, his shortened patience tinging his words.

You frown, looking around the room at the men, some meeting your gaze with a huge smile, others avoiding it all together.  “Doesn’t look like you’re very busy in here,” you say, walking into the room until you are able to stand next to Bishop, your hand on his shoulder.  He tenses slightly under your touch, so you squeeze his shoulder before running your hand along the leather to cup the back of his neck.  “I think I could find something better for you to do,” you say quietly, just above a whisper into his ear.

The guys on either side of him laugh, having heard what you said, but you don’t care in the slightest.  You’ve never been one to shy away from something sexual and the club has to know what kind of a beast Bishop is.  His hand slips around your waist, cupping your ass, giving it a nice squeeze.  “I’d love to help you out, doll, but I can’t, we have a lot to figure out, you know.”

Just having his hand on your ass cranks your needs up to ten, your walls already fluttering, wetness seeping between your legs.  There’s no way you are going to be able to walk out of here without him giving you a nice pounding.

“But, baby, you know how much I need you,” you whine, louder now, not even caring about the other men in the room, your thoughts only on how fast you can get Bishop to bend you over the table.  At this point, you don’t even care if they stay and watch.

“Pick one.”

You frown at Bishop.  “What?”

“Pick one,” he says, gesturing to the men.  He’s at his wits end with you, completely drained and there’s no way he is going to be able to go home and spend the day in bed with you and be able to ride a bike again.  So he throws a hail mary, hoping that someone, anyone, will have his back.

Angel clears his throat down the table.  “I’d like to take a crack at it.”

You’re still utterly confused, looking down at Bishop.  You half expect him to come out of his chair and throttle the man that volunteered to satisfy you, but instead, he looks a bit relieved.  “What is happening?” you ask.

Bishop slides out his chair, turning to you, holding both of your hands in his.  “Look, sweetheart, my gas tank is empty.  You’re a hell of a woman and I just can’t keep up.”  You tense, worried this is him trying to say goodbye to you, but he stops that train of thought in its tracks.  “No, see.  I do know how needy you are, I know how much you love it, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you be unsatisfied.”

Your jaw drops.  You figured the president would be possessive, never wanting another man to touch his woman, but here he is, willing to farm out your pleasure to the other men in his club.

“And I know that no one in this room is stupid enough to think this is more than what it is or to catch feelings for my old lady,” he says, eyes narrowing as he looks around the room.  The men meet his gaze, all nodding in turn at the understanding of his statement.  “So now, it’s up to you, sweetheart,” he says, kissing your knuckles, “Do you want this?”

You look down the table at the men, some of them looking at you curiously, others looking at you like a piece of meat, but the feeling of so many eyes on you, so many eyes going to be on you, as you get fucked at this table, and you find yourself nodding in agreement as you feel your nipples start to pebble under your clothes.  “Yes,” you say, your voice gone breathy.

Bishop gives one sharp nod.  “Angel?”

The man who’d volunteered pushes his chair out from the table, an unbelievably cocky look on his face as he stands and takes the few paces to stand in front of you.  “Hello, querida,” he says, putting out his hand to shake yours, but when you grab his, instead of shaking it, he directs it to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing your hand around it.  “Think you can handle this?”

You bite your lip, looking back over your shoulder at Bishop one last time to make sure he’s okay with it.  “Go on,” he says.

Looking back up at Angel, you give a nod, and suddenly you are over his shoulder, the guys hollering and smacking the wood in encouragement, as Angel takes you to the other end of the table, moving a couple of empty chairs out of the way before depositing you on the flat surface.  Angel’s lips meet yours, his tongue demanding entrance to your mouth, your hands slipping around his neck to twine in the long hair on the top of his head.  Either your heart beats loudly in your chest, or you hear Bishop bang the gavel, calling the meeting to order.

Angel’s fingers drag roughly up your thighs, pushing aside the material of your dress until he reveals the fact that you aren’t wearing any underwear.

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, then louder, says, “Bishop, your girl ain’t wearing no panties.”

“She never does,” Bishop calls back then goes right back into whatever he’s telling the rest of the club.

“I like to be ready for anything,” you say with a shrug and a smirk.

He bites his lip, looking down at you.  “Well, you gon’ have to be ready for what I’ve got coming for you.”

You don’t wait any longer, tugging at his belt, fighting with the fly on his pants until you can push them down his hips.

“Will that keep you entertained for a while, princesa?” Bishop calls from the other end of the table.

You lick your lips, eyes still drawn to Angel’s cock.  “Yea,” you say, before looking up and meeting Angel’s eyes.  “For a while, at least.”

He smirks at the tone in your voice, not at all deterred by the challenge you’re offering him or the audience he has watching.  His lips meet yours again as his hand comes between your thighs, his long fingers easily parting your soaking lips to find your hot center.  You moan loudly into his mouth, your thighs parting so his fingers can glide in easily all the way up to his knuckles.  

“Jesus Christ,” he says, pulling out of the kiss to look down at where his fingers disappear into you, your slick already glistening on the table from where it's dripped, your already short dress riding up over your ass.  “Bish, you didn’t say this was going to be like a goddamned slip and slide.”

You reach out, wrapping a hand around his hard cock, feeling it twitch in your palm.  “You can just say you don’t think you can handle it, maybe someone else wants a turn.”

Angel looks over your shoulder and you don’t know what he sees, but all the playfulness drops from his face in an instant.  His hands tighten on you, gripping your thighs hard enough, you wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises, then he tugs, pulling you through your own mess towards the edge of the table.  “I was gunna be nice, with your old man watching,” he says, gesturing with his chin to the other end of the table, which has since gone quiet, “didn’t want to show him up, you know?  But if you’re going to be mouthy about it, I’m just going to have to shut you up.”

He dips and you feel the head of his cock notch at your opening before he ruts forward, sheathing himself into you in one thrust.  You can’t stop the gasp when your jaw drops, finally feeling the stretch you’ve craved since you’d rode Bishop before he left this morning.  And he gives you no time to adjust, immediately pumping into you again and again until you have your nails buried in his biceps trying to hold on.

He thrusts into you with abandon, sliding you back on the table until he has to pull you to the edge again.  

“So fucking tight for being so god damned needy,” he says, “Lay down.”

You lay back, wrapping your legs around his waist to help keep yourself from sliding.  Your back arches and the angle changes, his tip dragging deliciously over the spot inside you guaranteeing you’ll see stars.  “Yes, yea, right there, baby, fuck me right there,” you chant, head tipped back, eyes on Bishop.  

It’s hot, watching him watching you get fucked.  He’s got a smirk on his face, watching you fall apart on another man’s dick.  You bring your hands up, tugging down the top of your dress until your breasts are freed, immediately squeezing them and rolling your nipples in your fingers.  Someone else in the room groans, but you aren’t quite sure who it was, the lewd sounds of Angel pumping into you distorting the noise.

“Awfully hard to have a meeting down here when you’re being so loud down there, sweetheart,” Bishop says, not taking his eyes off you, his mustache twitching before he props his chin in his hand and covers it up.

Angel’s still pumping away between your legs, the coil in your belly building tighter and tighter, the feeling of the eyes on you as he brings you to orgasm almost palpable on your skin.  Still, you need more.  “You know how to shut me up.”

He raises an eyebrow but before he can say anything, Creeper stands up at the side of the table, his enjoyment of the situation clearly visible.  He keeps his eyes on you, but his words are directed at Bishop.  “Permission to fuck your old lady’s throat, sir?”

Your eyes shoot to Bishop, who watches you for a moment, seeing how your hands have stilled, how your mouth dropped open a little more, and he answers, “Permission granted.”

Creeper wastes no time coming to the end of the table, already fumbling with his belt.  “Move her over here, homie.”

Angel pauses his thrusting long enough for the two of them to man handle you to the edge of the table, so Angel can still be between your legs but if you turn your head, Creeper will be able to fuck into your mouth. 

You notice Angel is sweaty and breathing heavy, using the change in position to rest against the table.  “Ready to give in?”

Instead of answering you, he grabs your ankles, hitching your legs up so your hole is on display, before he spits at where his head is nestled into your lips.  “I’ve been working on my cardio just for this moment.”

You open your mouth to say something back to him, but Creeper takes the opportunity to step forward, pushing past your lips the same moment Angel fills you again between your legs.  You’re not any quieter with both holes filled, but now your sounds are muffled.  Once Bishop is content you won’t be making any further noises, he starts talking again, but you can’t focus enough to actually hear what he’s saying.  

After several minutes of both of them fucking into our holes, Angel’s fingers come to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts and you barely stop yourself from digging your teeth into Creeper’s cock.  Your sounds get louder, albeit muffled, as you feel the waves of your orgasm rolling through you, your walls fluttering around Angel until suddenly he jerks out of you.  The emptiness makes you groan, then Creeper is pulling out of your mouth.  You manage to slit your eyes open, seeing both men pumping themselves as they stand over you until their releases coat your belly and chest.

You fall back against the table, a smile on your face, as you come down from your high, your finger trailing through the mess the men left on you, swirling them both together.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Angel says, tugging his jeans back into place before running the back of his hand over his forehead.

“Yea,” Creeper agrees, tucking himself away, as he watches you, loose limbed and completely relaxed on the table.  “Bish, are you sure this is the same girl you were talking about?”

Bishop smirks, his own dick twitching in his pants, seeing you on his table, your tits covered in come.  “Just wait.”

You blink, hearing the deep rumble of his voice and you turn your head until you can meet his eyes.  When he smiles at you, you trail your hand down further, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves there, firing them back to life.

“No fucking way,” Angel mutters.

“What the fuck,” Creeper mutters.

But your eyes are still glued to Bishop, seeing the pride in his eyes, his good little slut standing up to the club, taking what they could give her and needing more.  When you give him a wink, he clears his throat.  “Anyone else want to try?”

RETURN TO MASTERLIST

[savagemickey03]

Okay I hope I got this right. May I please have cake with Coco and the line "Why do you have that look on your face?"

Also are we allowed to make more than one request?

This is perfect! Yes more than welcome to make more than one, i only ask you send them in separate ask so i can keep everything organized!

You had been lounging in the sun out for hours. Your sunglasses hiding your eyes as you watched all the shirtless Mayan men as they did stuff sound the outside of the clubhouse. Your eyes kept going back to one in particular. Angel Reyes. A smirk played across your face as you watched his back muscles flex as he helped EZ lift a piece of wood up.

"Why you got that look on your face mami?" inquired your old man Coco as he appeared from behind you making you jump. A sweating glass of strawberry lemonade in his hand for you.

"No look, nothing" you replied sweetly as you took your drink and sipped feigning innocence.

"Uh huh" replied Coco with a grin. "Wouldn't be eye fucking Angel now would you?"

You snorted before nodding your head. "Caught me red handed babe" you stated as you held up your hands.

"Well guess its a good thing I invited him to join us tonight then" stated Coco with a grin before kissing the top of your head and moving back to help the rest of the guys before you could say anything.

[savagemickey03]

soldier boy x innocent!reader teaching her how to French kiss properly because she's lowk clueless at it...

cw: smutty-ish.ᐟ soldier boy x innocent!reader.ᐟ thigh riding.ᐟ french kissing lesson.ᐟ praise.ᐟ beard burn.ᐟ teasing denial.ᐟ ‘old man’ [mentioned once].ᐟ 18+

here’s how i see it playing out:

ben’s lips drag slow across yours patiently. he’s got nothing else to do but ruin you right here on his lap, with small kisses. little closed mouth pecks, quick and gentle.

it’s also the scrape of his beard too, coarse and unrelenting, dragging rough along the softness of your cheeks. your chin’s already starting to ache a little, skin warm from the friction. he tastes like smoke and something sweeter underneath, maybe whatever he drank out of that bottle hours ago.

“mm,” ben hums low, tongue just barely flicking at your bottom lip. “gettin’ better at it, sweetheart.”

you let out a shaky breath, trying to mimic what he’s doing. kissing him back like he taught you— tongue first, not too much, not too sloppy.

his beard scrapes you again, this time across the corner of your mouth, and you twitch, gasping into the kiss like it hurts in the best possible way.

“there she is,” he grins against your lips, breath curling warm over your face.

you whimper, shifting again in his lap, the press of his thick thigh between your legs hitting just right. your panties are soaked, thin cotton dragging along the meat of his thigh.

ben leans back just a little to take in the sight of you— cheeks starting to chafe, lips glossy from all the back-and-forth kissing. he cups your jaw again, thumb brushing over the swell of your cheekbone from his beard, and fuck, he loves how used you look.

“makin’ your sweet pussy all needy from a fuckin’ kiss?” he rasps.

you try to kiss ben again, it was addicting. chasing his mouth when he leans back, and he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. hands tugging at his brown strands and he shoves his tongue impossibly more in your mouth

“tongue out for me again,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up your back, thumb tracing your spine. “c’mon let your old man teach you proper this time. would you like that sweetheart?” his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, watching you nod as he closed the distance between you two again.

your lips part without thinking, and every time you grind down on his thigh, breathy little moans lost in the wet press of your mouths, it gets messier.

“such a dirty little mouth for a sweet girl.”

you whimper against his mouth, rutting harder— needy. breath hitching like you’re trying to get somewhere, like kissing him is enough to make you come alone. ben breaks it with a quiet chuckle, pulling back just enough to make you chase him again.

“not yet,” he warns, palm splayed across your lower back to keep you in place. “you don’t get more ‘til you get it right.”

“but—” you blink away tears, lips wet and kiss-drunk, grinding against the muscle of his thigh, like a bitch in heat,

and with the way you’re so needy, lips swollen, eyes fluttering, you’re already on the best path to being ben’s perfect girl.

tags: @tinas111 @fancyhideoutpeach @kimxwinchester @soldiersgirl @lanasgirlfr @unfortunate-brat @bruisedfig @angelically-yours @winchestersbgirl @spnaquakindgdom @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @pieandflannel @bejeweledinterludes @deanstubble @sunnyteume @titsout4jackles @sunnyfuffly @deansbeer @claymoresofinfamy23 @beforeroachfalls @capkatie @kamisobsessed @thesevnthseal @lunaleah @prettywhenipanic

[savagemickey03]

Can’t Keep His Hands Off Her

Main Masterlist The Boys Masterlist

Pairings; Soldier Boy x Wife!Reader

Genre; romantic comedy, crack, smut-adjacent

Warnings; Language, sexual innuendos, groping, implied smut, Ben being a horny menace, everyone else being traumatized. Mild crack vibes.

Summary: Ben has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

702 words

Life in the Tower had its challenges—constant PR, training, annoying meetings with Vought execs—but the worst part, if you asked any of the Seven, was the complete and utter lack of shame Ben had when it came to his wife.

It didn’t matter the room. The time. The audience. Soldier Boy was always touching her.

Right now? They were in the kitchen. Noon. Bright and early for a Vought debrief.

Ben stood behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other was boldly up your shirt, palming your boob like it belonged to him. Which, in his opinion, it did.

He kissed your neck, then up to your ear. “You wore this shirt on purpose, huh?” he whispered, voice low and husky, beard scratching your skin.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

“That’s my girl.” He gave your boob a firm squeeze and turned you around so he could make out with you right there against the fridge.

Ashley Barrett walked in and immediately turned back around.

“Jesus Christ, again?” she muttered under her breath, nearly choking on her Starbucks.

Later that day, you were walking down the hall when Ben, in full costume but minus the shield, caught up to you. You barely had time to squeak when he spun you, slapped your ass hard, and growled, “What’d I tell you about these jeans, huh? Can’t wear them around me, babe. Not unless you want a real problem.”

“You are the problem,” you teased, laughing as he gripped you close and kissed you like he hadn’t just seen you twenty minutes ago.

A-Train walked by, grimaced, and kept walking. “Y’all need therapy,” he called behind him.

Ben flipped him off without even pulling away from your lips.

Boardroom meeting. You sat on Ben’s lap.

Homelander stared straight ahead, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap.

“Can you not grope her during these?” he snapped.

Ben didn’t even pause the hand smoothing up your thigh.

“I can,” Ben said. “But I won’t.”

You just shrugged, entirely used to it. You absentmindedly played with his fingers as he reached up and tugged the collar of your shirt, exposing a little more cleavage. Then he leaned up and kissed along your collarbone, eyes dead focused on Homelander just to be a dick.

Deep sighed. “Okay, but like… do we all have to see this every damn day?”

“You can leave,” Ben said without looking. “No one’s stopping you, gill-boy.”

Maeve leaned over the table and muttered to Starlight, “It’s like watching porn in a staff meeting.”

Starlight just buried her face in her hands.

Later that night, you were curled up on the couch in the lounge, reading. Ben walked in, freshly showered, towel low on his hips.

Everyone else was there too—eating takeout, watching a movie.

Ben ignored them completely, walked straight to you, pulled the book from your hands, and kissed you slow, deep, possessive.

Then his hand snuck right down the back of your sweatpants.

Starlight screamed into a pillow.

Frenchie threw popcorn.

MM stood up. “Okay, that’s it. Get a damn room!”

Ben grinned against your lips, groped a little more, and muttered, “We have a room. But she’s warm, and she smells good, and I haven’t had my fill yet.”

You giggled, leaning into him. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re naked under these sweats, aren’t you?” he murmured, eyes darkening.

You bit your lip, clearly guilty.

“Goddamn right you are.” He grabbed you by the thighs and threw you over his shoulder like a caveman, walking right out of the room. “Guess what, guys? Movie night’s canceled.”

A-Train shouted after you, “NO ONE ASKED!”

Ashley groaned and texted PR: “Soldier Boy dry-humped his wife during the quarterly meeting. Again. Need a distraction headline, stat.”

At the end of the day, no one was shocked anymore. Soldier Boy just… liked touching you.

Boobs? Fair game. Ass? A must. Naked? Preferred. And if he had to ruin a team dinner or a press event or a budget review to get a feel? So be it.

It wasn’t about PDA.

It was about obsession. Pure, horny, married obsession.

And the whole world just had to deal with it.

[savagemickey03]

part one! part two! part three!

a/n • this took way longer than expected and i kind of forgot about it.. but heres the much requested part four!!

divider from @uzmacchiato

you wanted to be mad at ben- wanted to be mad at him for trying to baby trap you, for trying to do something so filthy, but mostly, you were mad that you liked it. that you wanted it

“c’mon sweetheart, dont be like that” ben cooed as he stands behind you, his hands rubbing your shoulders soothingly as you try to wash the dishes in the sink

“m’not being like anything, ben” “yes you are” he counters. “i just dont appreciate you trying to get me pregnant!” your voice was exasperated- you were fed up

“i wasnt trying to-” he tried “yes you were” “okay but-” he tried again. he wasnt going to give up defending himself

“no buts, ben! were not even dating and you think thats okay?” you finally turned to face him, arms crossed over your chest as bens arms dropped to his sides with a sigh

“id rather you get pregnant by me then some idiot like josh or marcus-” he scoffs. “dont even get me started on marcus, that guy was the biggest idiot of the century”

“how do you know marcus?” your expression changed to one of confusion as he lists all of the guys who ditched you or ghosted you, even the most recent ones you didnt tell ben about

“who do y’think was protecting you from all those assholes, huh? it was me. im- im keeping you safe! you dont need those guys when you have me, sweetheart. m’right here” he says with a smile as if you would thank him

he knew he was being selfish, he knew he should’ve let you have your run with those boys, that he didnt deserve someone like you. but he didnt care.

you just stared at him, mouth hung open in shock- or disbelief- you didnt know which one. maybe both? you stared, but you felt like you barely knew who you were looking at.

SMACK!

you avoided ben all day, not knowing what to do with yourself or this information. how did ben get all those guys do ignore you? why would he do that?

you were walking back to your room, just about to open the door before ben was behind you, big chest pressing against your back, his hand ontop of yours to stop you from opening the door

“baby stop ignoring me” his voice was gentle- not what you expected after having slapped him this morning

“ill ignore you all i want” you break your silence, but you still ignore the heat in your stomach you always felt when he was this close to you, especially when he spoke in the gentle voice he doesnt use with anyone else

“dont be like that, baby- lemme explain, huh?” god you cant say no when he keeps calling you baby like that.

you sat on your bed, cross legged and playing with the blanket as ben explains everything- the bribes, the threats, the words he used to get those men boys to leave you alone, to have you all for himself

“but- why? why would you do that?” ben practically laughs at your words, shaking his head. “y’really dont know by now, baby?”

“know what?” your voice was hesitant like you didnt want to hear the answer. the answer you already knew

“i want you all to myself- i want to be the guy you go on dates with and buys you flowers and whatever other bullshit things you want- it should be me” your swear heart stops

“now baby-” ben starts, his strong hands reaching for your hips and hauling you into his lap before you can protest, your thighs straddling his

“i know your stubborn, and sometimes not the brightest,” you smack his chest at that, but there’s no real malice behind the action “but y’really cant see? youd be the perfect fuckin’ girl for me”

“ben-” you say, and for the first time in a while, you werent mad or upset- you were almost touched with the way he tried to open up to you- with the way he effortlessly got you to forgive him without even apologizing. damn it.

“baby, c’mon, cant say my name like that and expect me to give up on you. just- be my girl? y’know how good i can be to you” it wasnt really a question, but you nodded anyways

“i- yeah- yeah okay” you couldnt help the small smile that creeps onto your lips, and it only grows as you see the pure look of relief on bens face

“damn fuckin’ right. now lemme fuck you like your mine, cause you are”

ben had you on your back, your thighs wrapped around him in a way youve done so many times before- but nothing feels the same.

hes not fucking you like he has something to prove or something to make up for, no. hes fucking you like you mean the world to him, his hips gently rolling in and out of you like youd break if he went any harder

“thats fuckin’ right, baby- your my girl now, yeah? c’mon say it-” his voice is gruff from the heat of the moment, but it never looses the gentleness as he talks to you

“yours- m’all yours ben” you moan out, but its not a loud, wanton moan, no. its gentle, its soft, like this new side of ben your seeing. you could get used to this.

“yeah, baby- gonna put a fuckin’ ring on it next. make sure your mine”

[savagemickey03]

advienne que pourra

FKA: Meet Cuties (female!reader x eventual poly!141)

After a near fatal injury ends Johnny's career, the time of the 141 comes to an end. Despite each having their own reasons for leaving the military behind they all end up living together in a small town outside of London. Each of them has their own struggles as they navigate the adjustment to life post military, with new jobs, new challenges and new people in their lives.

You are a transplant to the UK, settling in that same small town as the 141 after a bad breakup. You're looking to start fresh, and after a string of bad first dates decide to swear off men. Too bad fate has other plans in mind.

Part One - Bad Tinder Date

Part Two - Call Me John

Part Three - Text Me, Or Don't

Part Four - Don't Be A Stranger

Part Five - Bad Hair Day

Part Six:  Equal Opportunity Lover

Part Seven:  Lover Boy

Part Eight: Early Riser

Part Nine: Coast is Clear

Part Ten: A Proper Plumber

Part Eleven: Over and Out

Part Twelve: Substitute Teacher

Part Thirteen: A Renaissance Man

WIP

CW: Each post will have its own specific content warnings as I go, but major ones will be: angst, panic attacks, depression, suicidal ideation, mentions of injury/medical conditions, military + medical inaccuracies, eventual smut(MDNI), discussions and explorations of sexuality, and navigating the beginnings of a poly romance.

Author's Notes: This started off as a fun project for myself imagine different meet cutes for the librarian and the 141 culminating in them all meeting. However, over time it has become much more than something silly.

The reader is female and I will try to avoid physical descriptions where I can, they have a job and a backstory that is their own.

[savagemickey03]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Soldier Boy x You

Summary: Falling asleep next to Ben. Just a short little drabble I thought about before bed. 🫶🏻

Warnings: None, pure fluff y’all

The sheets are warm, but his arms are warmer.

You’re tucked against his chest, your head rising and falling with every breath he takes. Ben’s heartbeat is slow now—steady—like the whole world’s finally let him rest. One big arm is locked around your waist, the other stretched out beneath your head, his palm curled loosely over your shoulder like he never wants to let go.

You shift slightly, and he tightens around you without even waking. Protective. Possessive. Like even asleep, his body knows it’s yours to keep safe.

You don’t need the blanket. Not when you’ve got Ben—solid and steady, his bare chest like a furnace, his arm a wall of muscle pinning you close. You’re small compared to him, cradled in his arms like you belong there, like the space between his bicep and his chest was carved out just for you.

You let out a soft breath, and his hand twitches, fingers brushing over your skin like a promise. His lips press into your hair a second later, slow and lazy.

“Mmph… you good?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, deep enough to rumble through your back.

“Yeah,” you whisper, barely more than a breath. “Just… feel safe.”

He grunts. A pleased sound. Pulls you in tighter.

“Damn right you do.”

And that’s it. No speeches, no grand declarations. Just Ben, wrapped around you like a fortress, strong arms holding you through the night like nothing in the world could ever touch you.

And maybe nothing can.

Not while he’s here.

[savagemickey03]

It Takes a Team

P1, P2

141 x reader

18+, MDNI

Smutsmutsmutsmut

-

The world was underwater until a familiar tone rang in the air. The TV stating mindless matter, the timer reminding you to check the citrus chicken roasting in a bed of carrots, potatoes, and onions. The never-ending pulsing between your legs, for no reason other than you were a degenerate, all ceased when you heard the best ringtone in the world. The only ringtone that mattered to you:

Johnny.

Your Johnny.

Your hands fumbled, still slippery from the dish water that hounded you to finish them and to not leave them like you normally do. It didn't matter though.

Johnny was calling you.

"Hi, baby!" You chirped out, excited and eager to get any morsel of him that you could get.

It wasn't enough. It was never enough, but you would never complain.

"Hi, hen." Johnny whispered, his voice thick, deep, Scottish brogue infiltrating your mind and settling into your bones. You knew he was on base and probably wasn't suppose to talk, so you took this for what it was:

Love. Dedication. Devotion.

Same as you felt for Johnny.

"How are you? Will you be home tonight?" You were hopeful, probably too hopeful but it didn't matter. If you had any chance on getting him home, you would do it. You would take it and thank the heavens after.

Maybe you could convince him to eat his dinner as you sit between his legs and stuff your throat full. Show him the only way you know how to thank him for taking such good care of you. For loving you. For never judging you. Let him get his fill as you got yours.

Your mouth instantly watered just at the mere thought of him. His smell. His salty taste. The taste of his flesh and the moans you could pull from deep within him.

Your body ignited, you squeezed your thighs as your cunt ached, leveraging yourself against a counter corner so the edge could rub against your needy clit.

There was something deeply wrong with you, but Johnny never made you feel that way. Johnny accepted you wholeheartedly. Johnny was your saint, even if he wasn't always very saint-like.

It didn't matter to you. You would defend Johnny with your life, with your whole being.

"Yeah, bonnie, I'll be home. Later though. I have instructions that I need you to follow, okay?" You couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips, or the way your hips rocked harder as your thoughts spread aimlessly.

Johnny wanted you to follow instructions. Of course you would listen. Your Johnny needed you like you needed Johnny. Johnny love. Perfect love.

You opened your mouth to speak but his chuckled had beaten you to it, immediately catching you in your desperate act.

"You touching yourself already, bonnie? Hm? I haven't even said anything." A whine ripped itself from you, his voice mocking you and patronizing you like you were a silly thing that couldn't handle yourself around him.

And maybe because it was true, it made you that much more pathetic. Needy. Desperate. Johnny owned you mind and soul and you couldn't stop him even if you tried.

"I'm-I can't help it, Johnny. You know your voice, you know how badly it turns me on!" Whimpering as you finally stop moving your hips, focusing on his laugh and dramatic sigh.

"Oh, hen, what am I going to do with you? Hm?" You felt heat raise and eclipse you entirely before you giggled yourself.

"Tell me what I need to do, Johnny, please." You begged, heart racing with ideas that he may ask of you.

And oh...he'd asked the best from you. Johnny knew it too. The smiles from his team that surrounded him as he whispered the plan to you. Perhaps leaving out who would all be gorging on your flesh but it wouldn't matter for long. You had your instructions and you would follow them to the letter.

-

Midnight is when Johnny arrived home, just like he told you. A few other people in tow, but you would be none the wiser. The apartment was clean, the smell of citrus and roasted poultry lingering in the air. A vanilla candle that had been recently blown out, still leaving behind its tantalizing scent. The bedroom emulated a warm glow, and Johnny knew exactly what he would find.

He drooled as he eagerly watched each of his team take you in for the first time.

They knew you as Johnny's lass. Sweet girl. Happy to make them sweet treats and always offered to pick them up from late night pub crawls. You were kind. You made jokes and never made anyone feel like they were too much or not enough. You had even won over Simon the second outing you were on. You didn't question his mask, his intense eyes or lack of words. You gave him a warm smile and kept moving as if there was nothing out of place.

But this? They've never seen you like this before. They've never seen you in your element. As Johnny's perfect slut.

A blind fold and headphones covered your ears, taking away two of your senses and making you depend on the man before you. You were obedient and thorough. There was no way you could hear or see and it was perfect on you. It made Price want to kiss you for being so good. For listening. For being the best little plaything that they could ask for.

Your mouth was held open by a gag ring. Perfect size for Kyle to slip his cock in and fuck your throat. Smear the drool that covered your chin and throat until he was nice and slick. He smiled wide, looking at your bound feet and hand, spread eagle across the comforter as your free hand held the handcuff diligently. Desperate to be fully tied up, but unable to do it yourself.

Absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful in every way.

Simon wanted to rip the lace off of your body. The black matching set that covered your tits and puffy nipples from his gaze. Your panties that did nothing to hide your bush or the slick that rolled down your thighs. Simon couldn't help but groan, the scent of your cunt taking him hostage, begging for him to have a taste. To feast on your flesh until he's had his fill.

Johnny was pleased. Beyond pleased with you, hen. He couldn't believe his luck, how good you were for him. He walked to your free hand and quickly cuffed it up, leaving you at his mercy.

At their mercy.

You moaned, body wiggling as you realized he was home. That he was here and wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

Johnny didn't make you wait, not for long. His finger expertly finding your nipple and pulling on it, twisting it until it pebbled up and flicking it meanly. Your body jumped, a sharp noise escaped your throat but your hips rocked, desperately trying to find some release that would be impossible to find. Not right this second.

Not when there's so much fun to be had.

Johnny moved from your breasts, tracing his fingers over your flesh. Your belly. Snapping your panties against your skin until he pulled them tightly against your clit, letting the fabric grind against you, stimulating your poor little bud.

Johnny felt like he was in heaven. Top of the world. He watched his teammates, the men who he would kill for instantly, who would do the same for him without question. Men who he trusted with everything he's ever had, maybe now he felt a little ridiculous realizing that should have always been able to trust them with you too.

But now isn't the time for regrets.

Especially when he's pulled your soaked panties to the side, letting the cold air hit your flesh, exposing your wet hole, puffy lips, hardened clit and rampant desire to the men who will help him out with his perfect little lass.

Kyle groaned.

He watched you wink your holes at him. Flex that little cunt between your legs, almost as if you were begging him to shove his cock head in you and have you milk him. He could feel your heat, feel her practically begging him to fill her up and split her open.

Kyle groaned again, squeezing his dick before ripping off his shirt and quickly removing his pants. The air felt amazing against his heated skin, but it did nothing to calm him down. He stood there, panting over your cunt, a rough hand tugging his cock as he watched you clench for him over and over and over and over and over again.

Simon smiled at Johnny, eager for him to unveil his secret to the lass beneath them. Watch your face as you cycle through your most intense emotions. Anger. Fear. Horror. Arousal. And then, finally, acceptance.

If not, the three of them would take turns licking deep within your holes until you agreed with their plan.

Fool proof.

Johnny looked back at Price, his hands close to undoing your blindfold and headphones, finally letting you see what the plan is for you.

Price waited a moment, dipping his head down to your soft pussy and dramatically inhaling your warm scent. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head. His mouth watered, wishing he could just get a quick taste of you.

Maybe if you fought against them, they would get lucky.

Price nodded towards Johnny, sitting up so your cunt wasn't inches from his face anymore. The heavy scent on you still dancing on his tastebuds and the promise of you soothing the beast within him.

Johnny waits a moment, looking at the guys. Watching Kyle stroke his cock, spitting on his hand and going back to hard, weeping length, his eyes focused on your pretty cunt. Price squeezing his cock methodically while he calmed down, and Simon who decided that it was a good time to start taking off his own clothes. Starting with his shirt, leaving his black cargo pants on and his soft black balaclava. Even if no one could see his face, it was impossible to ignore how his body trembled, his muscles twitched or how his eyes glazed over - hungry, wanting, demanding.

Johnny quickly sent out a prayer for good luck and began removing your headphones.

-

Blood rushing into your ears, the heat of the headphones off of your head and the sound of a slight moan and the slick noise of Johnny rubbing his cock filtered in immediately. Something felt...off though.

That was Johnny, right?

Your blindfold was tugged until it fell down your face and you could finally see Johnny. Your beautiful, handsome man. A tired smile laced his lips and you suddenly felt so guilty for your boyfriend.

He's tired and still taking care of you. Selfish. You wished you would have realized and told him no.

Movement caught you from the corner of your eye and a horrified scream left you before you could stop it.

Kyle. Your boyfriends friend. His teammate.

Naked.

Stroking his-

God, that was fucking big.

Perhaps longer than Johnny's, slightly less girth, but a beautiful curve, making it a perfect dick to deep throat-

Stop.

You were horrified by your thoughts. How dare you think about that when Johnny is right here. When Johnny treats you so right. When Johnny-

You realized John, John Price, Johnny's Captain, was standing right by Kyle, his hand rubbing his impressive bulge and staring at your exposed cunt.

You tried to pull your legs closed, you tried to hide away your pulsing, leaking, sopping wet pussy but the handcuffs kept you spread and exposed.

You whimpered, still unable to speak through the gag that held your mouth open until you realized who was standing on the other side of Price:

Ghost.

Simon.

Johnny's best friend.

And someone you, guilty, regrettably, had dark fantasies about.

It was wrong.

You shouldn't.

But late nights, long deployments, you thought about Johnny but you also thought about the big man with a dry sense of humor and thick fingers that would spear you open if you begged prettily enough.

Oh, God.

Johnny knows.

He knows, right?

About your sick thoughts. Dirty fantasies. Raging wet pussy.

He was showing you that these men wouldn't want you. Teasing you. Giving you false hope before breaking up with you. Wasn't Johnny enough?

Tears fell down your face and Johnny's heart broke.

"Nonononono, sweet lass. Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have- I have asked first. This was so stupid of me." Johnny was so sweet. Brushing your hair from your eyes. Placing little kisses across your face and licking up your tears. His hands frantically undid the cuffs around your wrists before his words started making sense.

You didn't notice how Kyle stopped stroking, looking over at his Captain with sorrow in his eyes, or Simon, who hurriedly threw on his shirt or Prices hands, staying by his side.

You only noticed that Johnny's eyes welled up with his own tears and you could almost hear his heart shatter.

"Johnny? What do you mean by 'ask me first'?" You croaked out after he removed the gag and held a bottle of water to your lips. His shoulders fell, guilt racked his being and you were more confused than ever.

"I...I've been having issues with keeping up, lass. Just recently. I love having sex with you, don't get me wrong. I feel so close. I feel so loved. But - I just can't. I'm so sorry, pretty girl. I'm so sorry." Johnny gathered you in his arms, almost crying into your breasts. His body shook but your hands massaged where you could grab, trying to comfort your love.

"Why, um, why are the guys here, Johnny?" You whispered, heat rising to your face, eclipsing your entire upper torso. You felt so exposed, but you could see how the guys felt ashamed, refusing to look at you but refusing to move.

Price didn't look at you, but he answered in lieu of Johnny.

"Gonna help him with his problem, pet. Figured maybe if we all chipped in, Johnny could get some rest." You could feel your face melt. All of your thoughts. Your fantasies.

At your fingertips.

Johnny sniffled, looking up at you before he stopped breathing.

He knew that look. The way your eyes darted. Your teeth digging into your lip.

Hope simmered in his chest and he could feel his cock stirring.

"Would you like that, hen? Like if the guys take turns and ruined your little holes?" You couldn't look at Johnny, or the guys. Your eyes were stuck on a cobweb in the corner of the room. Your heart pounding-

Like your cunt could be. Johnny watching in the corner. You choking on Kyle, Price and Ghost taking turns using your pussy -

"Johnny. That's enough." Ghosts voice commanded, rough and done with this plan.

But he saw you.

He saw you shiver.

And suddenly-

"Unless you don't want him to stop, pet. That it?" Johnny's smile widen, sharp teeth gleaming off the light as he saw you try to justify why you didn't want that. Of course you didn't want that.

Unless -

"Kyle, get over here." Kyle's eyes widen, looking over at Price, who gave a short nod in approval before following Johnny's request. He felt exposed, and absolutely embarrassed, being naked in front of you, when you clearly didn't want him.

Unless...

"Look at him, bonnie. Tore off his clothes as soon as he saw you. Couldn't even keep his hands to himself. He was standing there, watching your pretty pussy clench and throb, leaking all over the fuckin bed, and all Kyle could do was pump that cock of his." Kyle should be mortified. He should reel back, smack Johnny one good one, demand that he apologize to you.

But-

Your eyes glazed over and they locked with his soften dick.

He could feel his blood starting to flow back while you watched. While your tongue swiped your bottom lip. As your fingertips danced over your chest before grabbing your nipples and twisting.

Kyle's breath hitched.

Naughty, naughty, naughty girl.

"You're so gorgeous, princess. No way I could keep my hands to myself. Had to keep em busy. Look at you." Your eyes snapped back to Kyle's, your face heating from his sweet coos and soft words.

"What do you want, baby? Hm? You think about Kyle?" You melted into Johnny, his prying dipped in syrup and molded into your skin. Johnny maneuvered you, climbing behind you so your back could rest against his chest. So you could feel how hard his dick was, how much he wanted you to have this. You still asked though, just to be sure. To be safe.

"You sure?" Soft, still, words of trust between two lovers. Johnny smiled, lightly kissing your neck.

"Of course, my love. I want to hear it all. Let them hear it all."

You broke.

"I think about them all. I-I don't mean to. It was a dream I had and, ever since then, I just couldn't stop. I still can't stop. Sometimes, when I ask you to mess around on base, I keep hoping that one of them would show. Would blackmail you into letting them fuck me." Your eyes lowered, shame filling you until you heard laughter.

John.

His hand running across his beard, his crowsfeet etched into his face and his soul, if he had a soul, was a thousand times lighter.

Simon wasn't as guilt free, but he didn't leave, and that was enough.

"Hmm...some good ideas there, bon." Johnny whispered into your hair before giving you a kiss.

"Can-can I suck your cock, Kyle?" Kyle groaned, nodding quickly. The way you moved to get closer, your mouth dropping and tongue rolling out like he had the best treat for you erupted through him, hardening further until it hurt to breath.

The taste of him was a perfect blend of Kyle. Soap. Musk. Earth and a bit of his cologne that you couldn't get enough of.

Your moan was loud, almost painful sounding but Johnny knew that sound. Your needy - want more, need more, demand more - before you shoved your own head down his length, trying to not gag as his cock entered your throat. You could feel your stretch of your lips, your throat, your tongue lapping at what it could touch. Pulling off with a audible slurp and your giggle filled the air.

"So good, Ky. So big. You fit so well." You barely started but your voice was raspy and both men on the other side of the room groaned. Kyle laughed, keeping his hands behind his back like a good boy until you told him to move.

So sweet.

You peered back at Johnny, his pupils blown out, eyes dark and hazy and his lips red and swollen from biting them.

He looked so sinful, your perfect man.

"Do you think the others would stand by me and jerk off?" You whispered to him, still under the assumption that this is just a dream, and you would do anything to make sure it didn't end by your hand.

"Ask us yourself, pet." John's voice boomed, his pants long gone and his boxers were the only thing between you and his cock.

Tease.

Simon was no better.

Now more relaxed, especially after hearing your confession and watching you gag yourself on Kyle's dick, his shirt came back off and his hands massaged himself through his pants.

Sinful.

All these men were downright sinful and you loved it.

"Please, would you please come over here and stroke yourselves by me?" You didn't wait for a response, you didn't hear them groan or walk over or remove enough clothing to pull their angry, leaking, heavy cocks out and begin to pull on them for you.

You immediately went back to shoving Pretty Boys dick in your throat.

Your eyes locked together, and you refused to budge. Your eyes watered, tears streaming down your cheeks and you fell deeper and deeper into your preferred hazy state. The one that makes you want to cockwarm Johnny in your throat for hours. The kind that makes you beg Johnny to fuck you more and more and harder and harder and-

You pull up for air, strings of saliva connecting you and Kyle together. You make it a point to suck them back to your mouth, drawing you to his cock head. He was a beautiful sight, dark and red, precum dripping from him like he was a facet that someone forgot to turn off.

You couldn't help yourself.

Your tongue ran over the slit, bringing you to the source, dragging moans and whimpers Kyle like it almost hurt him.

Glancing at his face, you could tell that it did not.

Hearing Price and Simon, both vocal as their hands work their cocks to the picture of you making love to Kyle's cock, drew you further into your abyss.

Feeling Johnny behind you.

Kyle in your throat.

Simon and John watching you, telling you how good you were doing, how beautiful you are and-

Home.

You were home.

"Fuck my throat, Ky. Please. Right now." You begged, your voice thick and wet. Now you sounded like you were in pain. Like if Kyle didn't fuck your face, you would die.

Maybe you would. Kyle wouldn't let that happen though.

"Yeah? You sure, baby? Want me to fuck that perfect throat of yours?" Kyle slurred, face warm, body heavy and his arms almost refused to work.

Almost.

"Please please please please-" Kyle put you out of your misery, sweet girl. He grabbed the back of your head and worked his aching cock in your mouth until your nose pressed against the dark curls at the base. He held you there. Letting you cry around him. Letting you swallow, letting you work your throat over his length.

He had to throw his head back. He had to cry.

Fuck, you were so fucking good. So warm, so tight, so eager. So perfect.

Perfect. You were fucking perfect.

You let him pull back and you let him slam in. You let him take his dick out and you happily lapped at his balls, swollen and tight against his body, showing you his last party trick.

You suckled, slurping one, then both of them into your mouth. Rolling them around. Humming softly as he snapped his teeth together.

Before he came, he used your throat again. One hand on your head, one hand around the back of your neck and he pounded you like he hated you. Like this was your punishment for never telling Johnny this is what you wanted. That you deserved to drool over his dick, down your chin and all over your tits.

Fuck, you were perfect.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over you. You're fucking mine, you hear that? You fuckin belong to us and I'm going to remind you. I'm going to mark you. I'm going-fuck!" Kyle pulls out and ropes of hot cum spray across your face, over your lips, your chin, your lashes, your tits, your stomach -

Kyle is still cumming and he crawled on you, pinning you back on Johnny, he aims for your cunt, glistening in the warm light. Kyle is still cumming and he's cumming all over your sopping wet pussy and before he's done, Kyle sinks his still cumming dick into your wet, tight heat.

You squeal.

As much as you can with your voice almost gone and your whole face covered in his spend.

It was involuntary. The way your pussy clenched over his pulsing cock, still marking you, claiming you, owning you.

His cock was perfect inside of you. He was nuzzled up to your cervix. His curls pressed roughly against your hard little clit and each roll of his body brought you higher and higher.

Kyle's crying.

Beautiful face covered in sweat and tears as his cock finally stops cumming, deep inside your pussy. He worries he hurt you, that you weren't ready, but he barely moves and he feels your soft walls rippling over him. A little jiggle of his hips and you gasp.

Kyle doesn't move. He stays above you, stays in you. Works on calming his breathing before pulling out and watching his cum leak from your cunt.

You moan, feeling it leave you and you felt empty inside.

"Push it in. Keep it in me. Please." You whisper, satiated when Kyle dug his cum from your cunt and fed some to you. You moaned around his fingers, thanking him when he was done.

Kyle laughed, legs shaking as he crawled off you and found a chair to sit on.

Johnny decided to be nice to you, and feed you the cooling cum from your face.

After you caught your breath, got a sip of water and a sweet forehead kiss, John crawled between your thighs and watched as your cunt clenched for him.

You thought he would thrust into you like Kyle did, you thought you would feel the weight of his cock stretching your walls out but-

He buried his face between your thighs and ate like it was his last meal.

You couldn't stop your sobs, your wiggles, your hips that tried to get closer to his mouth and then as far away as you could.

John didn't let you. Of course he didn't let you. He held you down, suckled on your fat, pulsing little clit. Drinking it like a thick milkshake. Slurping on it like you did with Kyle.

You almost screamed.

John pulled back, smiling before spitting directly on it. Watching it as it slowly rolled down, over your hole and to your puckered little star that John needed to work open.

Simon wouldn't be able to. Not as on edge as he was.

John began rubbing his thumb over your clit, a finger sinking into your heat and his tongue lapping at your hole.

Johnny had to hold you down as John enjoyed his meal.

And enjoyed his meal, he did.

Occasionally would plunge his tongue into your cunt, letting you soak him with a mix of yours and Kyle's cum. Other times, he would pull your clit in his mouth, lap at it like a thirsty dog but he mainly tongue fucked your ass, getting you relaxed for his fingers.

Johnny told them about your sex life. You weren't a virgin. But John didn't care. You were theirs and they took care of what was theirs.

Eventually, you took one finger, and then two fingers, and he slipped his pinky in with the fourth and you wailed, cumming hard and long with his fingers in your ass and thumb on your clit.

He gave it a few taps, keeping your orgasm going, letting it stretch on and on as molten lava poured from you.

John was mean sometimes.

Like right after, still feeling you weakly pulse against his fingers before he dipped his head back down so he could put his mouth to your cunt and suck up all the juices that leaked from you. Feeling you shutter. Hearing you moan.

Sometimes, John was nice.

Like giving you soft little kisses around your pulsing core, fingers still stuffed in your ass and one last little peck on your sensitive clit.

Seeing your face after he was done was enough to make him cum on the spot.

Eyes rolled back.

Drool over your chin.

Skin heated from his feast.

All glossy from sweat and tears.

So beautiful. So perfect. Entirely his.

"Gonna fuck this cunt of yours, okay, pet? Let me fuck this cunt and cum in your ass so Simon can fuck it, olright?" You barely nodded, but a drunk giggle escaped you and that sealed your fate.

John slowly sank in. Your heat sucking him in even further until he was pressed tightly against you, his bush scraping against your sensitive clit and your body unable to stop pulsing against him.

It was madness.

John used you like a fleshlight. Sawing himself in and out of your cunt. Hearing you squelch and feeling you drip down his balls. Sometimes, he wouldn't thrust. Just sink himself in until he couldn't, and hump you like that. You scream as you gushed over him, soaking his cock matting his hair down.

John didn't stop. He focused on finding your perfect spot before your bunched up eyebrows and broken moan let him know that he did just that.

He tormented you.

Milking that spot over and over again until your body tightened and John slipped his fingers down to your clit and squeezed.

You almost blacked out.

Your scream was brutal, horrifying to any strangers that may have walked by. Your slick gushed out of you in waves. John laughed, picking up speed before pulling out and pressing his cock head to your loosened hole. He barely pushed in, enough to pop the head inside, and came.

His loud moans filled the air, his cock pulsed and jerked as he relaxed on his knees and let himself fill you up.

John looked beautiful. Sweat soaked skin. Chest hair glistening from fucking you. His beard matted down from your slick. All the tension removed from his body and his big, hard cock hanging after he pulled out.

There's was a moment of silence, of breathing, of making sure you were okay and John didn't hurt you.

No, of course he didn't. It was perfect.

Your feet were removed from the cuffs and your legs were pulled up until your knees were by your head, held there by Johnny, who couldn't look prouder at how well you were taking them.

Someone big moved on the bed, demanding attention with his sheer size alone.

With John, you didn't get to see his size, but with Simon, you almost wished you didn't.

His fucking cock had to be the size of your forearm. Was it even real? Would it bite you? He's expecting it to go where?!

He chuckled as your eyes removed locked on his shaft. He let you soak it in, even stroking it so you could see how it hanged and throbbed in the air.

"Need your mouth." He grunted out, pulling his cock to release some pre, letting his shine off his head. Your mouth immediately opened, moaning as his salty taste clouded your senses and, like with Kyle, you to work on throating his cock.

Unlike Kyle, your throat and mouth ached and you couldn't get him half way until you started gagging and choking.

Simon gave you some breathing room and used his hand to spread around your spit, not forcing you to take the whole thing. Not right now...

Simon got back between your thighs, making sure Johnny held your knees tightly before he began to push and the world fuzzed out. You had never been so stretched, so full, so beautifully ripped open and feasted upon.

But here you were. Struggling to take your boyfriends teammate cock in your ass as your boyfriend held you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It took some time, slowly working his shaft in and out of your hole before he was able to sink his entire length in.

And fuck, was it heaven.

You were heaven.

And absolutely on cloud 9. Simon's cries, his whimpers, the incredible stretch he gave you, all loosened up by John's mouth and his cum. Being held by the love of your life.

Simon could hardly pull out to push back in before you were cumming again.

And then you blacked out.

-

It took a minute to bring you back online. Thoughts were scattered. Eyes swollen shut. Your body covered in warmth. Someone's lips pressed to your head as a towel gently cleaned you off.

Bathroom.

You were in a bathroom.

Longer than necessary, but eventually, you realized that you were in the tub with Johnny behind you, holding you, loving on you as he cleaned you.

And you cried.

You sobbed.

You thanked him over and over for such a wonderful night. You couldn't stop telling him how much you loved him, how much you loved everyone. How thankful you were.

Johnny laughed, rinsing the cream from your hair before draining the tub.

"That was okay for you, bonnie? You promise?" You nodded quickly, a dopey smile crossing your lips.

"Perfect. Just perfect."

With the bed made with fresh sheets, warm food in your belly and surrounded by the best men you knew and loved, you fell deeply into sleep, feeling of love and happiness.

And, if that next morning everyone decides to make a plan on which man fucks you and when, well, that was your business. Like its been said -

It takes a team.

- - - -

Done! I'm sorry this took so long. Omg. I'm terrible at smut. But I loved doing a part 2! I'm so happy others liked the first part. Hopefully this is okay!

Shout out to @gazstations for letting me ramble this idea. Always coming in with banging ideas. I appreciate it more than words can say!!!

Take care😊

-

P1, P2

[savagemickey03]

Omega!reader with alpha!141 who is THE designated rut partner!!!

Some may hear that and think its bc ur so submissive and small and the guys like to use you. WRONG! its actually bc ur not a dumbass and you are physically strong enough to put these men into the mat any day of the week.

Soap tends to get pretty physically aggressive when he's deep in his rut. Not in a mean way, but he forgets how's strong he is. A gentle grab for him is much more like a harsh yank. You can easily manhandle him back into bed, put him in his place and get him all submissive so he behaves.

Gaz has pretty strong pheromones naturally. Its alot for an omega to smell, some would be mindless after a few inhales. Mostly it just gives u a pleasant fuzz, easy enough to ignore. He also lowkey tries to use his scent to guilt trip you. If he's feeling upset, he pushes that scent much more than needed. All it takes is a quick warning growl and fingers pressed into his glands to get him behaving right lol.

Ghost is usually the hardest to deal with bc he fights his alpha instincts every step of the way. He's terrified of hurting you, so you gotta shove him around a bit to prove u can handle urself. A few bruises and hes settling into his rut and between ur thighs properly. He likes to shove his face into ur neck while u put out all those pleased omega scents that make his mind hazy.

Price is actually the most well behaved, hes got experience dealing with ruts, but having you is amazing. Unlike other omegas hes been with you dont easily fall into ur instincts, growling at him when he tries to ignore his hunger in favor of a other round. You make sure he stays hydrated and well fed, something that he hasn't done in the past and severely regretted.

Uhhhb idk man just omega reader who isnt a glorified fleshlight pls and ty

[savagemickey03]

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)

[savagemickey03]

Cupcake- miscommunication

Part 1

141 x neglected!f!reader

3 months of solo missions and i can confidently say i missed the 141 a lot.

I had ditched my phone pretty fast after finding a hotel open and that still had rooms so late. I knew (or id hoped) theyd contact me just to save face or something but i couldn’t take the chance that they wouldn’t try at all. So i shot a text to Laswell and threw the damn thing away, it was just a work phone so no memories were lost in the process. I wasn’t sure why i never gave them my personal phone number but now it seemed like i knew from the git go that this isn’t where i was supposed to be.

I decided to go back to solo missions, a bought spy for any government willing to pay the highest price. Only i just couldn’t bring myself to spy for the terrorists again, something id have to blame on my now former team. Price was so passionate about trust and having a home base with something to believe in, hell i almost believed in ‘Queen and country’ after so many talks. He made things much harder now, going from having him make all the decisions to making them myself again was a surprise. Granted, he was probably making them because he didn’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me again, not now, i was back in the cover of masks and wigs. Something i didn’t have to do with them, i wasn’t a spy with them, not really anyway, i was more an equal, an able body soldier vs an attractive seducer.

Missing Soap and Gaz was a whole other heartache, what once was playful banter and scheduled fun was just gone. No more giggling about something Ghost said or what Price was yelling at us for, just alone. Just simply alone.

3 months in i decided to take a mission with another team, not joining, just helping out. It was run by none other than Captain Williams, who id worked with before, a kind man that took no shit and made sure everyone went home safe regardless of upper orders. He had welcomed me with open arms, not once asking how id been or if i was doing well, i think he knew just by the state of me. His team was kind enough, the banter was easy and warmed my heart a bit to hear. I didn’t join in, i don’t think i could’ve taken it.

It was the second mission with them that things took a turn for the worst. Urzikstan was at it again and it was all hands on deck for special forces and those alike.

Looking in the little mirror of the run down base we were hold up in i realized i had lost weight again.

Gaz would be pissed.

Gaz won’t know so why do i need to worry.

Gaz would be mad regardless of not trusting me.

I sigh heavily, im tired of comparing my life to my old one. I wasnt going to see them again, why did it matter now.

I rub some color into my cheeks to look alive at least and walk out of the tiny bathroom to go to the meeting. There were supposed to be a couple different teams and lone fighters showing up for this could-be catastrophe, it was still up in the air if the intel was correct but no one was willing to take the chance.

Five groups of men in between 4-8 per team stood around a table, looks like most the lone fighters decided to skip this particular one. Rude. I decided to just join with Captain Williams at the head of the table, walking there shouldnt have been a problem, it was just walking after all. Of course luck couldnt be on my side, it didnt seem to want me near it at all.

“Bonnie..?” A familiar Scottish accent whirls its way through my mind making everything feel so much better so very wrong. He was here, they had to all be here. What if they came for me? What if they tracked me down to bring me back? What if i get to go home again, i can go back to how it was before i over heard the conversation in Prices office or the fact they all skipped out on me, what if they just tell me it was all a misunderstanding and we laugh about it? Or what if it wasn’t a misunderstanding and they want to tell me i was right to leave, that they cant stand the thought of trusting me after i spent months with them in an emotional mask? I stop in my tracks. I can’t turn around, i cant see the look on his face, i cant take it if the nightmare I’ve had for so many weeks comes true. The nightmare of one of them finding me and showing the hate on their faces, the anxiety of it all had caused me to spiral so many times i couldn’t sleep most nights. So instead of hurting myself i do what i can and plaster the mask over my horrified expression, they can be right about one thing- ill always resort to the mask before anything else- and continue to walk to my spot next to Captain Williams.

It was a long briefing that almost ended a couple times due to arguments among the teams, no one expected them to all come together easy but it was exhausting to watch. Every captain had their own two cents to throw in or comments about another team’s position in it, they even argued about who was making how many kill shots. The only teams that didn’t argue just so happened to be the 141 and Williams own men. I couldnt bring myself to look up to check how they had been, I just stared at the map like it held every secret I’ve ever wondered about, i needed to find a way out of the meeting and far enough that they forgot i was there all together. My part of the mission was simple and shouldn’t require seeing them at all-

“-and as for the 141 youll be escorting her to the house so she can shimmy in the vents to place the devices, shouldnt be any issues knowing her work. After youll make sure she gets out and all meet at the rendezvous.-“

Oh. Fantastic. Now how did this shit show become my life.

“Understood.” Was the nail in my metaphorical coffin stapled by Captain John Price. His voice was gruff as usual but it was scratchy, like he had been yelling recently. I wonder what about. No, no i didnt wonder, it wasnt my place to wonder anymore. They didn’t wonder about me, i cant put the energy into them again.

The call had played in my head for a month after my leaving. A hellish lullaby made personally for me.

“I don’ know shite about’em! Im done, im not having this conversation anymore.”

He was right, i knew he was, i didn’t exactly open up. I just thought that i didn’t have to not until they asked, i was never one to spill my life story out on a whim but i didn’t think they knew nothing. I was so sure they knew more about me than they did Ghost, i thought that was a perfect middle to stay in till asked. I had been wrong, oh so wrong.

“-Im not keeping someone if i cant trust them!”

That sentence is why i decided to jump ship and now here i was, they were expected to trust me. And heaven knows they cant do that. So this might just be my final mission, either dead or injured beyond repair. That would be for the best in their eyes, in the nightmares i keep at night, they say the same. I wouldn’t have a choice or a chance then, no misunderstanding could fix it if i was dead or damaged.

After 2 grueling hours of back and forth bickering we all have our orders and the plan memorized. We had no time to waste so off we went into the night.

It took less time to get to the terrorist base than to talk about it, i had ridden with another team to the meet point so i didn’t have the headache of dealing with them for now. But as the ream dropped me off i now stood facing my old life as it stared back at me. Lady Luck showed her face at me for a moment when Price turned and started walking to the house i was meant to bug. Looks like it’s gonna be a quiet trip.

There were a few coughs, throat clearing and twig snap sounds to break the deafening silence but all in all it was hell to not break down and cry.

Getting into the house planting the bugs and getting out had gone remarkably smooth, no one had been awake for it so me slipping through the vents was a relaxing experience compared to today. Even the exit was easy, i hadnt really expected for Ghost to be there waiting for me but he had been. I had slipped out and waited for his signal to leave the premises, still not looking at his face. I knew id just see a skull with eyes but his eyes were always expressive enough, i didn’t want to see what was there waiting. I always hoped him and i understood each other on a level beyond words, like two cats who walked the same path of trust, never fully giving into it but hoping someone would trust us all the same. But now i just feared him, i feared them all, i feared what my nightmares had shifted them into.

He didnt wait too long to turn and lead us away from the building and back into the forest surrounding it. I was flanked by Gaz and Soap on either side of me after a moment, i tried to slow down to hopefully get out from between them until i felt the prickle of hairs standing up alerting me Price was hindering that plan. So i followed suit and became their middle once again.

Once again the walk was filled with silence, i couldnt imagine talking would be better but i almost wished theyd get it over with or something would happen. And then it did.

“You havent been eating.” Prices voice sounded gravely. I almost doubted he was speaking to me when a hand had touched my shoulder.

I flinched. Hard.

Hard enough they all stoped to see what had happened.

It was the first time i looked at any of them and i regretted it just as fast as my mind processed what i was seeing.

Standing to my left me was a man who hadn’t slept or had a full meal in at least as long as i had. He looked thinner and more jagged. Like he had been on the move for a while. His eyes met mine and i could see him reading the same book back to me. Two shells of who we were but not completely empty, like a light was still lit, just very much on life support. I went to speak, only i couldn’t, i couldn’t begin to imagine what id say. ‘Im sorry that you couldn’t trust me? Im sorry you never asked? Im sorry i ran with you all those mornings and never told you my favorite restaurant? Im sorry i left and said nothing but you did the same that morning?’ He wouldn’t understand even if i spilled my guts for them to sift through my very soul for all the answers.

To my right was Johnny, a sweet and caring man who would (and wanted to) take his shirt off and give it to anyone who needed it. Someone who could match what your emotions were and understand what you needed and when. Looking at him now he still couldn’t reach my eyes. The grimace on his face had me recoiling back into myself, id never seen him so closed off before. What i wouldnt give to have him trust me again.

I knew what Ghosts face would show, nothing. Ever the statue of wordless judgement.

So i looked at Price instead, i couldnt seem to force my body to turn around so i just looked back at him quietly. He looked dejected to say the least.

So instead of trying to smooth it over i kept my mouth closed and looked away. I couldn’t risk spilling everything here and now.

It didnt take long to get back and have the mission over with, the imtel had been wrong, it was just a drug cartel getting too excited for their own good. I expected everyone to leave pretty quickly after we found out, i had been mostly right on my assumption.

Price had talked to Williams for a couple hours when we had said our goodbyes to the other teams, i guess he didn’t like or dislike what had been talked about because when he emerged from the room they were both quiet about it.

Did they talk about me? Did Price warn Williams that i couldn’t be trusted? Did i mess up again?

“You told me you had a place to stay.” Williams drug me out of my spiral with a statement.

“I do.” I lie, i had lied about having a ‘home-base’ for a while now. I didnt want to stay with his guys in between missions if i did more with them.

“I know all your safe houses dove. Theres none near here.” It was Price who called me out. Why did he care? And why did he ask? Also why does he remember?

“…Im fine, i have a place.” I dont want to look eitger of them in the eyes but if i have to do that to convince them then i will.

So i did.

I shouldn’t have.

I was speechless at the look on Prices face. It was such a complex emotion i almost thought i forgot how to breathe.

His demeanor and face read ‘why did you do this?’ But not in an accusatory way, just a genuine hurt question.

“What did we do wrong?” It was a broken sounding question from Gaz, god had i missed him. I just about broke then and there.

“What?-“ I started to ask looking at him.

“-Just please love, i know what we did hurt you but you wouldn’t leave just cause of that right? We forgot your birthday and im so- god im so sorry. You have to believe we had something in the works for it but we didn’t know the day and we should’ve just asked- we get that now-“ Gaz rambles faster than i can process.

“Stop.” Ghost interjects. “Captain Williams will you give us a bit.”

It was enough to turn my blood cold. I looked towards Williams retreating figure. The fucker left me alone with this.

It was silent for a moment. No one dared look away from me as i gaped at the door Williams had left through.

“Answer him. Why did you leave like that, what the hell did we do.”

A moment.

Another.

“What did you do?” I asked quietly just above a whisper. It wasnt me asking them and they knew that.

I look at Price then, they didnt know i heard his conversation, or that i picked up on them being distant. Thats just how much of a wall they put up. They didn’t bother to realize it had been obvious.

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything, i just left. Mind if i leave now?” It wasn’t a complete lie, they hadn’t done anything directly at me.

I almost hoped they wouldn’t let me. Almost.

I tried to walk forward, Soap leaned towards my escape stoping me from taking a step. But he kept his eyes averted still. Were they red? Must be allergy season.

“You just left? You just left? Why? How could you leave and not have a reason. How could you leave and not say a damn word?” Gaz’s voice started to get scarier. It wasn’t yelling, it wasn’t strong. Just demanding, a demanding of a truth i couldn’t begin to form.

My hands found their way to my sleeves, i felt like a child being scolded. The only problem is that i cant handle that and now im about .5 seconds from blowing up about the last couple months. I’ll go nuclear before I can stop myself.

I couldn’t stop myself.

“Are you kidding me? Of course i left, hell i jumped ship the moment i felt the tide shift! Well thats not quite true is it? I felt the waves a few times before the boat could rock hard enough to kick me off. You wanna know what you did? Why dont we think back to the day i left, wont we?” I began.

“-I woke up and you were already running, alright no problem i can catch up right? No issues right? No you just take off and leave me there alone. Thats fine im a big girl, ill run alone.”

I look at Ghost next.

“And you, you hurt im not gonna lie. Remember our usual training session? No? Well i did. I waited for hours. Mr. Punctual never showed. Never called.”

I look at Soap and i almost loose my resolve when i see the recognition in his eyes. He figured his part out already.

“Yeah, thats exactly what i saw. And i probably wouldnt have been upset but youre the one who wanted to wait and try out the guns with me. Instead you get Ghost to literally ghost me and mess with them without me. Real kind of you. Made the leaving part easier.”

I look at Price who is glaring.

“Let me paraphrase for you, had to eavesdrop, didnt mean to, but when someones screaming it loud enough you begin to assume youre meant to hear it too. “I dont care! Im not keeping someone if i cant trust them!”” I almost snarl his words back to him.

“So excuse me if i took a look at the barrel pointed at my head and decided to move. I get it, im a spy, im a liar, i will never be trusted. I. Get. It. What i dont get is you cornering me now, i left already. I walked away and now you never have to deal with someone you cant trust. Isnt that enough for you?” I ended my rant finally.

I was crying. I hate how fed up i feel, how broken , how hollow i had been feeling. I thought the fire of yelling at them would warm me, instead it just made my throat crawl with ash.

A moment.

Another.

“Christ Love,” Price began, he brought his arms up above his head and rested them there like he was relieved. How could he be relieved. “You really know how to misconstrue things donchya?”

Misconstrue? How could i misconstrue all that?

“Gaz why don’t you tell her how you stayed up all night cause Suds here made you play video games all night and i yelled at you for not sleeping so you went and took a nap?”

I looked at Gaz, okay i can believe this, still shitty but believable.

“I didn’t forget, i didn’t text you, but it was because i sent that rookie with the shit hair cut to be your personal punching bag. I had a meeting i couldn’t get out of. I guess he decided not to show. I should’ve called you but i thought he was a good enough man to show up and explain for me.”

Believable, still a dickish move on all accounts but not something id put past him.

“I jammed the pink one i gotchya.”

I looked at Johnny. He looked like a kicked puppy again, less broken though.

“Remember when we picked them out and there was that pinkish one? I bought it me’self. It was real pretty and you loved it so i got it for ya. Only problem was that it had a zip thingy and i asked Ghost to fix it before our range time. I didn’t mean for you to see me messing with them, i just wanted it perfect when ya were ready.” He trailed off at the end. It sounded like he had so much more to say but couldn’t handle it himself.

My heart broke then.

And even more after.

“Shepard called me to discuss adding another to the team. It’s as simple as that. I don’t trust them and i don’t want them on the team. I’ll never-“ he took a step closer so i was forced to look up at him.

“We’ll never not trust our spy. Im tired of your little stunt. You’ve had us and yourself all worked up over a miscommunication catastrophe. You’re coming home and we’re celebrating your birthday. Speaking of, if you ever buy yourself your own cake again I’ll personally ban you from leaving the base again.”

“It was a cupcake.” I say through tears.

“Get your stuff, you’re coming home.”

“Okay Captain.”

It took 7 rough drafts. 7. I deleted and rewrote this so many times i cant remember whats in this anymore.

Im so sorry it took so long, i became victim to the dating world and that became traumatic quickly.

Taglist:

@teenagellamaangel @akasiamd @thriving-n-jiving @ryuushou @m0chac0ffee @twismare @landmine-pushing-up-daisies @yoslutz @chxseversion

[savagemickey03]

wedding rehearsal

Tags/Warnings: Multiple 141 x POC!Fem Reader; MDNI; ANGST; Heartbreak; Insecurities; Sabotage; Emotional Cheating; The guys just suck; not proofread

You couldn’t believe it. If this is a dream, you never want to wake up. In the matter of hours, not long after the end of this beautiful rehearsal dinner, you’ll be married to the man of your dreams. You grab your fiance’s arm and lay your head against his shoulder. He peers down and kisses the top of your head. You never want this moment to end. 

Clink, clink, clink

“I would like to make a toast.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

“Save it for tomorrow!” Kyle hollers. 

Standing up, Johnny waves away your fiance’s suggestion and grabs a mic. “Has to be tonight. I’ll be too busy getting to know the bride’s cousins tomorrow.” He throws a wolfish grin to the crowd which is received with groans and cheers. You and Kyle laugh, amused by the sergeant’s antics. Kyle, with a smile on his face, concedes. 

The room falls silent as everyone eagerly waits to hear what one of the groom’s co-workers has to say about the happy couple.

Which in the beginning isn’t anything that different from what’s been said so far. However, after singing both your and Kyle’s praises, Johnny’s speech takes a sudden turn. 

“And you all want to know something,” Johnny starts, his words slightly slurred, “Kyle here has never once thanked me for making this happen.” He ushers to the two of you. You feel Kyle tense which only piques your interest. “If Kyle hadn’t lost that bet, he would have never gone out with our beautiful bride here.” The once quiet room erupts with whispers and murmurs. You stand up straight, confused by the Scotsman’s words. 

John grabs at Johnny to sit down, but the babbling Scotsman pulls away. With a mic in hand and a beer in the other, Johnny walks towards you and Kyle and continues, “Oh yeah, lover boy here thought that our beautiful bride was anything but that, so after losing a bet, his punishment was to go on a date here with…” Johnny stops to think. He snaps his fingers and calls to Kyle. “What’s the nickname you had for her?”

Your fiance stands up and commands Johnny to stop. Your skin starts to prickle as you feel all your friends and family’s eyes fall on you. 

Johnny stands in thought for a few more seconds when hollering, “Got it!” Your ears ring as the sergeant recites a nickname that hits on your biggest insecurity. Gasps and choked laughs accompany the ringing. Your fiance completely freezes, eyes wide in shock. 

Without realizing what he’s done, Johnny continues, “and Kyle was mad, going on and on about how he’d rather die than be seen out in public with our bird here.” He mindlessly laughs as he recalls what he considers to be a fun memory. 

You turn towards your fiance as memories of your first date come back to you. You recall Kyle’s quietness and stand-offishness, which for the longest time, you took as nerves, but now you can’t help but read them as distaste… or even disgust. Really, when you look back at your entire relationship, you come to the daunting realization that most of your dates with Kyle had either been inside his or your apartment, or somewhere incredibly private, something that you never questioned as you thought Kyle just respected your hermit-like tendencies. However, now you wonder whether he did that more for himself.

Thankfully, before Johnny can say anything else, Simon rushes the sergeant and rips the mic away from him. But unfortunately the damage has been done. You rise from your seat, ignoring the sudden uproar in the room, and turn towards your fiance. Kyle opens his mouth in an attempt to say something but is silenced when your hand slides across his face. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss before leaving what was the happiest night of your life. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon rolls his eyes but ultimately allows Johnny to give this impromptu speech. He rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs against your skin, “better today than tomorrow.” You can’t help but laugh at your fiancé’s words. 

The crowd cheers and eggs Johnny to speak as the mic falls into his hands. With a wave of his hands, the Scotsman asks all of your friends and family to quiet down. “Tonight there’s no question that these two don’t belong with each other. I mean look at them, two peas in a pod… disgusting,” he jokes. You, Simon, and everyone in the room laughs. 

“But, really what I want to do tonight is start from the beginning, which might surprise you all,” Johnny announces. You tilt your head as you aren’t sure where the sergeant is going. You turn towards Simon who’s still with his eyes locked on his best man. 

Now with all the attention focused on him, Johnny commands the room. “You see, Simon despised our lassie here when she first joined the team. Never knew how much hatred L.T was capable of till she joined.” The room is completely silent with a few awkward coughs here and there. Oblivious to the tension in the room, Johnny continues, “I mean it was bad. He’d beg our cap’n here,” Price ducks as Johnny motions to him, “to drop her, even threatened to leave her behind if he didn't, which he probably would have if Kyle and I didn’t step in. I mean there was one time--”

“That’s enough, Johnny.” Simon barks. His fists press against the table, slightly trembling, as his eyes burn with rage. 

Unfortunately, Johnny is oblivious to the groom-to-be’s anger. “I’m getting to the best part.” With a smile on his face, the best man turns your entire world upside down. “One time, I even caught L.T here trying to mess with our girl’s radio before a mission. Thankfully, I caught him before it was too late. But hey at least it wasn’t a parachute,” Johnny howls in laughter. He’s the only one. 

At least it wasn’t a parachute.

“Love,” Simon calls out to you, panic clearly in his voice. You remain still, eyes still glued on your family’s terrified faces as Johnny’s words repeat in your head. It wasn’t a parachute. 

A parachute. 

A parachute had taken you out of commission. A parachute left you no choice but to take that admin job. A parachute had forced you and Simon, who kept you never connected to in the beginning, to get closer. A parachute was what led you to this moment. 

“Sweetheart,” Simon cries out. You finally face him and nearly pass out as guilt swirled in those beautiful brown eyes. “When I realized what I had done…”

You get up. You can’t bear to hear this. However, before you can leave, Simon grabs your wrist and begs you to stay. “Please, I love you now.”

You pull your hand away and cradle it as if it was burned. You stare Simon down and with the last ounce of strength you have, you whisper, “and I never hated you.” 

John Price 

“You don’t have to,” John assures the clearly stressed out lieutenant. However, Simon is adamant on speaking. After going back and forth for a bit, John surrenders.

With a slight tremble in his hand, Simon raises the mic to his mouth and speaks, “Hi, I’m Simon and I’ve known John for a really long time.” You look at John who stares at his right-hand man with pride. “And in all those years, I’ve never seen John look so happy then I do now.” People cheer for you and John. Overwhelmed by everyone’s love, you lean over and kiss John on the cheek which only gets the people to cheer louder. John looks at you and cradles your face in his hands. 

Infected by the good vibes in the room, Simon continues, “and I’ll be honest, I never thought I’d see John happy again after Emma left.” The energy in the room shifts as everyone tries to figure out who ‘Emma’ is. You, unfortunately, know who.

Emma. Your former intelligence supervisor. She was a strong woman that had little patience for incompetence. You remember following her around like a lost puppy on the 141 base, just hoping that by being near her, you’ll catch just an ounce of her aura. Her and John had a great relationship, filled with quips and mutual respect. But after some late night intelligence briefing between her and John, she left, citing professional differences. You were caught off guard by her departure but didn’t stress too much about it as you were promoted  to head intelligence officer which allowed you to get closer to your John. Heck, you even stayed in contact with your mentor and invited her to your wedding.

You look out at the crowd and see Emma’s burning red face staring right at you. You look over at John for reassurance but gasp as you see his eyes locked on her. She’s not looking at you, but at John. 

Oh.

You get up from the table which breaks John from his impromptu staring contest. He tries to follow you out but you wave him away with a trembling hand. 

“Don’t.”

John “Soap” MacTavish

“Let’s go Kyle!” Johnny cheers. Your fiance pulls you in for a kiss as Kyle grabs a mic. A couple more guys, specifically your fiance’s co-workers, cheer as the sergeant clears his throat.

“Let’s give it to the beautiful couple!” The crowd cheers you to which only eggs Johnny to pull you in for another kiss. You can’t help but laugh against his lips. You couldn’t believe he was yours.

After reeling the crowd back in, Kyle chuckles in the mic before continuing. “Truly what a beautiful couple. We have our beautiful, radiant girl who’s smile could make any soldier fight harder just to come home to her and Johnny.” The room laughs. “I mean really, why Johnny?” Kyle turns to you. Everyone laughs at Kyle’s faux confusion. 

Kyle, enamored by the attention, keeps going. “Honestly I’m surprised you two worked out cause if I’m honest here, you’re nothing like Johnny’s type.” Johnny stills and signals Kyle to stop. He doesn’t. 

Now failing the crowd, Kyle describes Johnny’s type, which is the complete opposite of you. “I mean the minute anything remotely close to that walked in the room, Johnny followed it like a dog with a streak. So imagine our surprise when Soap brought her along for drinks one night.” 

The room goes quiet. You try to laugh to break the awkwardness but it’s way too tense in the room. You look over at Johnny for back up but his head is down and his shoulders are hunched over. 

Why isn’t he looking at you? You can’t help but assume the worst. Is he getting cold feet? Did he just realize how incredibly average you are compared to his exes? Sure, you might not win a beauty contest but you didn’t think you were that bad? 

“Johnny?” You reach for his arm but he immediately jerks it away the moment you touch it. He freezes as he realizes what he’s done  

“Wait, mo ghàidh.” You don’t bother to hear him out. You shake your head and leave the table, leaving both the dinner and relationship behind. 

Word Count: 1877

Thanks for reading! — Folded’s Page Guide + Masterlist

Author's Note: My bad. Don't know where this came from.

[savagemickey03]

➤𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚

You weren't quite sure how you ended up in this situation. One moment Wade and Logan were stabbing each other in that damn Honda the next thing you knew Logan was pounding into from behind. His hand's clutching your hips tight as Wade thrusted up into your pussy.

Your hands on Wade's chest, mask pulled up so only his lips were shown. "Such a naughty little girl you are with such a sweet little pussy."

Gritting his teeth, Logan tries to not think about Wade fucking you too. He wanted to be the one to get you to hit your orgasm not that little fucker. Pulling his cock out, he then slammed back in causing your body to shift forward. "Shut the fuck up."

Scoffing, Wade let his hand grab your breast as his thumb circle your nipple. "I know what you're trying to do wolfie boy and it's not gonna work! I'm gonna make her cum first."

Resting your head on Wade's chest you could feel your heart slamming in your chest as both men continued to fight with each other, as they continued to fuck you and you knew neither men would let up until one of them would admit defeat.

It was going to be a long night