#Johnny soap mctavish

[devil-in-hiding]

childhood bully!Soap who became enamoured by you the first time you pushed you down, fascinated by the way your eyes well with tears, crying out and shoving him away when he reaches out to pinch your cheek

From that moment your tears are his and his alone. Pulls your hair, crushes the flowers you’re admiring, pushes you off the swings, anything he can do to provoke a reaction out of you, and if it doesn’t please him, all he has to do is squeeze your cheek until you wail

But if anyone else dared touched you? Dared to lay a hand on HIS cry baby? The first and only boy to ever pull your hair besides Johnny wound up with a broken wrist, and he never looked your way again

Forget about boyfriends when the two of you reach high school. The first time he ever stumbles upon one of the older boys kissing you in a secluded hall, the next time you see him his nose is broken and he avoids you like the plague

The first time YOU see Johnny kissing another girl, he locks eyes with you, and he is thrilled when he sees the tears spilling down your cheeks, but you never have to worry

none of these girls are HIS little cry baby

they could never be you

you were his

[simons-bambi]

something something poly!141 x fem!reader where price isn't in charge.

you meet them after seeing the squad in action during a training exercise. captain john price led the way, and they followed in deadly unison. you assumed it would be no different in the bedroom.

you were shocked to discover that kyle pressed his lips to yours first, his dark hand toying with the elastic of your panties and sending shivers straight up your spine. as his fingers made you nice and slick, johnny put a gentle hand on your chest, easing you down onto the bed before he began his ministrations on your breasts, sucking so softly on your nipples as kyle's fingers made lazy circles around your clit and his voice flowed honey-smooth into your ear.

"relax, dove."

"just breathe. i gotcha."

atta girl...such a good listener. so well-behaved."

you gripped johnny's hand fiercely and he responded by sinking his teeth into the soft flesh that connected your chest to your breasts, almost drawing blood from how hard he sucked on your skin.

the next time you came up for air, you looked around, wondering where john and simon were. your eyes found them quickly even in the dark, as they splayed out together on the plush armchair in the corner. the captain's gaze was burning into you, his jaw slack, his tongue weak, panting like a dog. one look down explained why. simon sat behind him, holding john in his lap, and his big hand, blonde-haired knuckles and all, pumped his leader's cock viciously.

"look how good she's feelin'."

"wish that was you, don't you."

"want her real bad, huh."

simon's words, deliciously degrading and uplifting all at once, made john throw his head back, bucking his hips for more, more, more...

your pussy clenched around kyle's fingertips. "y'like seein' him like that, yeah?"

"yh..yhh...yes," you stuttered, in time with his quickened pumping in and out of your body.

"there we are, lass," johnny chuckled, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingertips, training kisses down your sternum.

simon cocked a smirk, throwing his legs around john's and changing his technique, making the man in his lap squirm and whine with pleasure.

it may have been the hottest thing you'd ever seen. you were definitely leaving your number behind in the morning.

[tealakko]

Call of Duty silly drawings by me ‼️❤

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

there’s definitely a bar that the 141 are regulars at, with a bartender they all want to fuck, and she knows it, and they all know it, but the mind games they play to get there first…

[katzenmas]

Simon who has never fallen in love before, so when he starts catching feelings for you he thinks he's sick. He was perfectly fine a few months ago, there was nothing amiss, even now he can't exactly pinpoint when his heart started palpatating or his palms started sweating. he was never uncomfortable in his own skin, but this felt just like that! he was fidgety, his throat went dry, his face was flaring up as if he had a fever. it always happened randomly, the only common denominator? you. It was crazy! you and Simon have been on the same task force for about four years now, he was doing just fine before. slowly befriending you and keeping a civil relationship with you. He thinks it could be an allergic reaction? but why wouldn't it flare up in the previous years. It just made no sense. Simon almost drove himself crazy trying to figure it out. Even know, he was sitting in the lounge area with his elbows on his knees, face concentrated in deep thought. It was Johnny who found him trying to burn a hole through the wall with his intense gaze. ' LT? you doin' okay there?' The sudden question ripped Simon away from his thoughts. He stared at Johnny for a few minutes, the latter slowly becoming increasingly more nervous as the silence stretched between them. 'alrighty then i'll leave ya to it' ' Johnny wait' even Simon was confused with his behaviour, but maybe an outside perspective is what he needed. 'i have an...affliction' Johnny took a seat and listened to his lieutenant start explaining the situation. slowly, the gears in his mind clicked. Simon kept on rambling about how his mind goes blank, his core temperature keeps rising, the clammy palms, the shaky voice and the sudden shyness not making sense to him. Johnny just laughs, hard. ' holy hell Ghost ya in love?' the question felt like a slap in the face. Simon looked at his sargeant in disbelief, almost offended by the question. Johnny just kept smiling and asked Simon a simple question. ' when do these uh, symptoms make themselves known LT?' So Simon tells him about how he thinks he might be allergic to you, or at least some perfume or body wash you use. Johnny listens and keeps nodding, a smile never leaving his face. ' You know Ghost? This might actually be an allergy. You should talk to her and ask her about it, maybe she has more answers?' Oh Johnny was going to enjoy seeing how this would turn out.

[buttdumplin]

Polariods Pt 2: You’ve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that he’s got his trusty camera.

cw: poly 141, afab gn!reader, breeding, handjobs, this one has a lot more of the boys amongst themselves

word count: 1.8k

Part 1

One of Simon’s favorite polaroids is from a spontaneous session. It’s the night of your solo date and you’re both getting settled for bed when you reach over to him with a whisper.

“Can I confess something?”

“Anything,” he’s worried he messed up on your date, missed something or overstepped a boundary.

“I’m drowning in baby fever.”

He blinks at you, all the tension in his body suddenly gone.

“Do you… want to go raw? I know we haven-”

Simon’s on you with a bruising kiss before you can finish. The sheets are ripped aside and you can feel his fingers dig at the flesh of your hips as he scrambles to get your clothes off. He grunts and pushes at your knee with his to get you to lift so he can slide your bottoms off before he rips them, and you quickly oblige.

You’re laughing against his mouth when he finally pauses. He sits back up to look you over, his panting loud, the tent in his gray sweatpants proud and straining. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, that you do actually want this, he reaches for the little pink camera from the nightstand.

“Yes,” he finally answers, “and I’ll keep going until it takes.”

You gasp and immediately the flash goes off. He’s captured you perfectly: a high blush on your cheeks, your sweet lips parted in surprise, eyes shining with hope.

Simon does keep that photo secret for a while. He knows for a fact you haven’t asked the same of the other boys yet, still a bit too shy to bring it up casually. The picture, he thinks, serves as a reward for being so patient and careful with you as he’s taken the polaroids. He’ll let himself be a little selfish with it, at least for a short while. The boys won’t hear a fucking peep about this from him, not until he’s gotten your express permission to do so.

Once you give him the green light, he takes his time, going after the boys when they least expect it. He wants maximum effect, after all. He’ll meet with one of the boys per week, swearing them to secrecy, wanting to keep the suspense and surprise for each of them. And each time, he comes back to report their reactions in exquisite detail.

~

He is watching a movie with Kyle when he tells him. It’s just the two of them, snuggled together on the couch, Kyle’s head resting on his chest. The movie was innocent enough, one they’d seen a handful of times already, though it had quickly become a source of comfort. Simon launches directly into it.

“They want a baby.”

Kyle leans up enough to look Simon in the eye. He instantly thinks Simon is talking about you, but he forces himself to slow his thoughts a moment. Surely it’s his own hopeful thinking, his own desires speaking. The hesitation is clear on his face.

Kyle whimpers, his heart pounding so hard that Simon must be able to feel it against his own chest.

Simon pulls out the picture from his pocket, knowing it’ll answer everything for him. Kyle isn’t even thinking when he takes the photo from him, the snatching making Simon chuckle. He stares at the polaroid silently, eyes moving to take in every inch of you in it. When he turns to Simon again, the sweet warmth of his eyes has been swallowed by blown pupils. He licks his lips slowly, pressing his throbbing cock into Simon’s thigh. Poor boy got so hard so fast it must have hurt.

“I know, sweet boy,” Simon coos, “You’ll get your turn.”

“You can practice on me in the meantime,” he whispers into Kyle’s ear.

Two days later, Kyle is handed a polaroid of his own. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow, your mouth slightly open, your eyebrows turned up in what he knows must have been you begging, and your hand wrapped around the base of your neck. Shadows hide the rest of the image, but he’s already fully aware of what’s there. He asks Simon to repeat every detail of your reaction over and over again as he palms himself through his pants.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he gently pries Kyle's hands away.

~

Johnny is fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and a towel that’s definitely too short wrapped around his waist, when Simon tells him. He’s pulling socks from a drawer, his back is turned to the room, when Simon speaks.

“They asked me to fuck them raw. Fill them up.”

Johnny whips around, some droplets flying to hit Simon gently in the face. He chuckles as he wipes his face, not missing the sound of Johnny stomping towards him. He opens his eyes to see Johnny’s towel barely hanging on, his cock now straining against the material and pulling at the easy knot at his hip. Simon takes the picture out of his pocket to show him, describing what exactly led to the moment he captured. There’s a quick flash of jealousy in those sharp eyes, desire temporarily blinding him to the fact that he’ll get to participate as well. Johnny takes a big steadying breath.

“No contraception at all?”

“None.”

He sees Johnny’s body tense, muscles clenching and releasing, his body swaying a bit from barely being able to restrain himself from lunging towards the living room where he knows you are. In the back and forth, the knot of the towel gives up, exposing what little it was hiding to Simon’s eyes. He can clearly see Johnny’s cock twitch with excitement, a fat pearl of precum already at his tip. Simon wraps his big hands around Johnny’s hips, forcing him the few steps forward to lick at his slit. Johnny hisses at the attention, hands fluttering at his sides until Simon grabs one of them and brings it to the back of his head.

“Give it to me for now,” and Johnny is lost.

Two days later, Johnny’s polaroid is delivered. Shadows keep their secrets again, but he can very clearly see you sitting and leaning towards the camera, breasts pushed forward and arms holding you up, lips swollen from kissing and glossy with spit, an eager smile on your face. Even with the brightness of the flash, your irises are completely gone. After long moments of admiring the photo, Johnny crushes his mouth to Simon’s, pulling him down and shoving him onto the bed to straddle Simon himself.

~

John is the last one to receive his. Simon knows exactly how explosive his reaction will be, so he wants to give John all the time he needs. It’s just the two of them in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches of cleaning before tucking in for the night. Simon waits until he sees John no longer has something fragile in his hands when he pulls out the polaroid. John’s interest is immediate and undeniable, hands clenching and yearning to touch. Seeing you half naked will always cause that reaction in him. But then Simon speaks.

“Wants to be bred. Properly.”

His head snaps up to look at Simon, eyes looking for even the slightest hint of this being a prank or a joke of some kind. When Simon gives a small nod and smiles down at him, John finally lets the words sink in. He looks back at the photo, his sharp inhale loud in the empty room. His chest swells, holding his breath from the excitement of just hearing it and having it confirmed. Simon can’t help himself. He gently nudges John’s face back up, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“We all get a turn,” he says into John’s lips, drawing a long moan out of him.

Simon well knows John will never make a move without explicit consent, so he wants to make things as clear as possible so John can enjoy this. He can already feel John’s cock hard against his own, but he wants the man to fully have this moment.

“You’re next,” he presses the words to John’s neck, and the older man’s knees nearly give out.

Simon wraps him up in his arms and lifts John onto the counter, making quick work of his captain’s belt. John’s panting breaths are loud above him as Simon bites and sucks at the flesh of his neck. He doesn’t give his back a second thought as he bends lower to take John’s nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to graze it lightly, and sucking hard, just as he knows John loves. John’s already lost in the moment and Simon can see it. His own actions and the sheer potential of these news overwhelming John with desire. Still, Simon can do more for him. He reaches down with calloused hands, teasing John’s cock through his boxers, fingers focusing on the growing wet spot over his tip.

“So sticky for me already. Gonna stuff ‘em full, aren’t you?”

Simon spends the rest of the night with both of their cocks in his hand, making John cum over and over again, telling him about the lovely little sounds you make as you take his cum.

Two days later, Simon gives John his photo, the pride in his walk evident. John almost wanted to take the photo himself, but he wouldn’t dream of overstepping. He’s well aware that this serves as a bonding ritual for you and Simon. He’s also not sure he could trust himself to be able to still snap the picture.

John’s picture is of you already flushed and messy, hair clearly having had hands running through, eyes shining with unshed tears, and the single most euphoric smile he’s ever seen on your face, even with your bottom lip bitten raw. The base of the photo wrinkles a tiny bit in his grip, even as John holds himself back, not letting his own hunger crush the precious item. He takes in a big gulp of air, and launches himself towards the bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. John’s a man on a mission now, and he’s going to do everything he can to recreate the image with you. Maybe add a couple of his own marks on your skin along the way.

Once he’s able to take a break and give you a breather, John goes back to thank Simon by dropping to his knees and taking that big cock down his throat.

And they won't say it, because they don't need to, but one of their favorite parts of their pictures is the fact that it's clear Simon is fucking you senseless in every single one of them. He may not be in the pictures, but they don't need to see him to recognize his handiwork.

AN: Bless the saint that is @mikichko, she's seen this in every stage and was always beautifully encouraging. I appreciate the fuck outta you, girl.

Pictures of the boys are next.

[henwinchesters]

╰ CAPTAIN MCTAVISH is not some pillow princess. Sure he likes to be taken care of every now and then but he prefers having you tied to the bed while he bounces on your cock like a whore in heat. Letting you lie almost useless while he takes what he needs from you. Being a Captain is stressful, so you’ll allow him this once, and it’s not like you, a sergeant, have much of a say in the matter anyway right?

He gets off to your pathetic whines, the calling of his title. He will make you beg for it, tell him exactly what you want and he may give it to you. Mctavish’s thighs work overtime, hole keeping a nice snug fit around your cock—your pelvis damn near bruising with every drop of his hips and he won’t stop until he’s full of your cum, full of you.

Even if you were to pass out from the many orgasms he’s managed to pull, you’ll wake up with your cock in his mouth—those piecing blue eyes staring you down as he manages to grin with you nestled deep down his throat. The captain will pull off and jerk your spit soaked cock, letting his tonge drag along the sensitive veins.

“c’mon mate. we’re not done yet, you can keep goin’ for me can’t you?”

© HENWINCHESTERS ™

[v1x3n]

T O Y S

꒰ PAIRING : johnny 'soap' mctavish x reader.

꒰ SYNOPSIS : your boyfriend strapped you to the bed and punished you! how cruel is he! didn't even give you his cock!

꒰ TAGS : smut - toys : vibrator, dildo, nipples clamps. tying up, dubcon filming / recording (?), punishment, no penetration, overstimulation, praise.

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You could hear your boyfriends laugh as you weep out, trying to free yourself from the rope that holds your hands to the frames of the bed, your ankles in the same position, you try to wiggle but the restraints halt you. A vibrator strapped to your clit and a large dildo daring to escape your wet pussy, your eyes are covered with  a blindfold - not that you would be able to see anyways with the way tears flooded your eyes from both the lack of intimacy and the overstimulation. 

Your swollen nipples sting as Johnny's fingers hold onto the dangling nipple clamps, pulling them up and stretching your sore nubs. You whine and squirm, the pain jolting through your body. Tears wetten the blindfold even more as you hear the man, who you assume is ligering above you right now, laugh - again. “So pretty” he hums, letting go of the clamp and trailing his fingers along your  stomach. His digits moving over te bulge from the dildo deep inside of you. “J-johnny!” you whimper out, spit drooling from your lips.

Your body twitches as he turns up the vibrator using an app on his phone, your body jerks and back arches. Trying to get away from the buzzing that stimulates your overstimulated clit. Due to your wriggling the dildo slips, falling from your crying cunt. “Anyways, m thinking of going on a walk, so I'll be back, Bonnie,” he smirks and bends down to kiss your head. You gulp and shake your head, “w-wait no p-please” you sputter out, the vibrations running through you as your wetness drools down your arse. Probably staining the bed but right now neither of you cared. 

“Be a good girl” he smirks after grabbing the end of the dildo and shoving it so deep inside of you. You felt it deep inside of your guts, your eyes rolling back when it hit your gooey spot. Body twitches and your hands try to clench onto the bed sheets. You whimper out whilst your legs quiver, “d-dont- dont leave plea- hah!!” your spit pools beside you as your too fucked out to stop it! 

“You know the safe word” Johnny tells you before you can hear the door click closed, your tears fall and your face is left with a sticky mess of snot, saliva and tears. Its disgusting but it still made your boyfriends cock so fucking hard. 

He stands outside of the bedroom,, the door closed, looking down at the straining bulge that pokes from his trousers. Picking up his phone and opening the app connected to the camera inside of the room. He can see the way your legs squirm around, trying to close to slow down the repetitive pleasure but due to your ankles tied - you were unsuccessful. Your whines fill out the room, the sound of your pained moans echoing through the device. 

Everything was too much. The clamps that held your nipples so tightly, if it were any more painful it would turn your nubs into smush. The vibrator that stuck to your swollen clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves too overworked, the buzz buzz buzzing sending pleasure through your tired body. The dildo that was lodged inside of your guts, the feeling of being so full but not being pleasured by penetration was harsh, he knew you loved him fast and hard, but not moving at all was so horrible! And finally your tied up ankles and wrists, unable to do anything but take the punishment your boyfriend gave you. 

You shake your head and cry out loudly, harsh tears striking down your face, “johnnnnyy! Hhng!” your moans fill johnny's ears. All of the toys pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, yes they were orgasms but they felt weak. Johnny knew you couldn't properly cum without him, no matter how many toys he gave you - he trained you that your perfect cunt wouldn't be able to have a good, tiring orgasm without his fingers, tongue or cock. You just want your boyfriend!!

Your body went numb after an hour of constant torture, when you were on the verge of passing out, your eyes blinking shut thats when your body spasms awake when you hear the door opening. Johnny walked through it, shiving slightly due to the cold air outside. “J-johnny , i-is-” you hiccup, “that you?” your breathing was heavy as you felt your boyfriend's warmth next to you, his calloused hand wandering down to the vibrator hooked onto your clit. He quickly takes it off, causing you a gasp. “Been such a good girl” he coos. 

Wetness spewing from your cunt as he pulls out the soken dildo, he looks up at your face, lips bitten by your teeth were shown by the bite marks and then slight red tint. Taking off your blindfold and your eyes blink with tears, “j-johnny” you breathe out, “hiya baby” the man smiles, his hands trailing down to your breasts and the white nipples which were smushed to a rectangle shape. He chuckles and with a fast pace snaps the clamps off, your loud moan crowds his ears and your hips jerk back into the stained sheets.

“Youre so loud” johnny laughs and pulls himself on top of you, leaving the torture devices beside you two, “wanna help me with the mess you made?” he unzips his trousers, the bulging red tip leaking cum through his boxers. Fuck. Did he cum? “Couldn't help myself with the way you moaned and squirmed,” he  hummed, answering your question which you accidentally said aloud. He grabs his phone and shows you the recording of the two hours which you were tied to the bed,  he winks, “pretty little thing, saved it for later.” cheeky. 

[tassodelmiele]

- That's the tightest you can do? -

- Stay still, and we'll see -

....

The more I look at it, the more I feel like I culd have gone...spicier?

Maybe next

But first, i need to work with Price again~

[witchthewriter]

Johnny: aw ye had a crush on me? thas embarrasin'

Y/N: ...we're married you shit

Johnny: *leaning against the counter top, looking at his naills* still

[feralforfrank]

task force 141 x fem!reader

they catch you singing. this was requested by the lovely @thicc-plum. hope it lives up to what you expected!

Sundays happened to be the laziest of all days. You usually get out of bed while your boyfriend is out for his morning jog, make breakfast and sing, and by the time he drags his sweaty ass home, his favourite meal is on the table.

Today was no different. You moved to the beat of Love by Keyshia Cole and flipped the half-burned pancake, wincing and placing it in your dear lover's stack. He'd never know.

"Oh, looove! Never knew what I was missing!" You belted the lyrics, using the spatula as a makeshift mic.

—

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

He comes in while you're lost in that Keyshia Cole moment and leans in the doorframe, staring.

Simon almost laughs at how long it took to realise you're not alone. He'll scold you later for not paying enough attention to your surroundings. He could've been a dangerous man, for Christ's sake and—

He pushes those thoughts away and just watches you dance and sing. He can't help but smile.

Eventually, your voice cracks and that's enough for him to stop you from bloody deafening him.

"Oi, stop it, already! Bloody hell, your voice is awful."

It takes everything in your startled self not to throw the spatula at him. You watch Simon take his sweater off and fold it like he's grown two heads.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"You almost made me rip my ears out."

A towel smacks his head a second later.

—

JOHN PRICE

Can hear you from the moment he reaches your floor. He laughs to himself, pitying your neighbours.

John walks in and recognises the song that's playing. It's one of your favourites. So, he takes off his shoes and joins you.

He wraps his arms around you, and you jump before you realise who it is. He smells of cigars and coffee, and you wonder if it was he who put the half-empty mug on the sink.

"You scared me, John." You smile.

"I think you scared the pigeons off the window with your singing."

You elbow him, and he kisses you on the neck.

You giggle.

—

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

He definitely joins you!

He knows your love for this song is huge and watching you perform while thinking no one is around is adorable.

You jump when a second voice joins in, but a smile spreads on your lips, and you momentarily lose track of the lyrics.

Kyle offers his hand and you take it, allowing him to spin you around and dance with you.

His eyes hold extreme adoration for you as do yours.

When the song ends, you pull him for a kiss, mumbling about how cute he is when he tries to hit the high notes.

He blushes.

—

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Johnny's a fucking menace ISTG.

He sneaks in the kitchen and due to you having your back turned to him you don't realise he's pulled out his phone and is filming you.

Johnny tries to muffle his laugh at your stance and the grip you have on the spatula/makeshift mic.

Once you realise there's another person in the room with you, you stop, heat creeping up on your ears, face and shoulders.

"Hey," you say meekly.

"Why'd ye stop, popstar? I was enjoyin' the free concert."

You punch his shoulder playfully, eyes widening when you notice the phone in his hands.

"Oh, tell me you didn't film that."

Johnny's wide grin is the only answer you need before you pounce on him, trying to pry the phone from his hands and delete the video.

Soon enough you're wrestling on the couch, and your breakfast is burning.

[katz-chow]

texts between johnny “soap” mactavish & his bonnie

a/n: uh i don’t have anything except that these r so fun to do. trying to find a good gc maker rn. stay tuned.

[cumikering]

Possessive best friend Soap x reader

1.6k | angst, bullying Soap crashed your date (Part 2) Idea from @ceilidho

Johnny stepped into the quiet restaurant with an easy smile. He didn’t take long to spot you - even with your back to him, he could recognise you anywhere. His smile turned into a cocky grin as he approached the table of two, his boots thudding.

Your date’s gaze floated over behind you at his figure approaching as his words trailed off. You frowned at his sudden withdrawal. When you turned to see what had stolen his attention, you were met with the sight of Johnny.

He dragged a chair from the next table, sitting next to you and your date. “Hey, you.” He nodded, flashing his signature boyish smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tried to not roll your eyes, knowing what was to come already. “Johnny,” you said through gritted teeth, gesturing at the man across you. “I’m in the middle of a date.”

“I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind,” he dismissed. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Johnny. What’s your name again?”

“Daniel.” He let out a nervous chuckle, shifting his gaze to you.

“Nice to meet ya, pal.” He didn’t even try to mask the smack as a pat on the back.

You sighed. “Johnny, don’t you have other things to do?”

“Not at the moment, just want to catch up with my buddy here.” He shrugged, turning to Daniel. “So what were you guys talking about?”

Daniel seemed to have recovered from the interruption, going back to his easy-going self. “I was talking about my time in uni,” he said and took another bite of his pasta.

You stopped listening, severely distracted by Johnny’s uninvited presence as you moved your food around your plate.

It was better to shut down so you wouldn’t overreact and a fool of yourself. That, and Johnny lived off of your reactions. If you kept it cool, he would eventually get bored and leave you be.

He nudged you, pulling you back into reality.

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like guys who bounce their legs?”

Daniel paused his chewing. The table cloth finally stopped swaying against your thigh.

“That’s none of your business, Johnny.” You stabbed your fork onto your food with too much force, not lifting your gaze.

“But you told me it really irked you. Just like when people eat with their mouth open,” he replied, feigning innocence.

Daniel let out a cough at the comment, the blush creeping to his cheeks.

You let your fork drop to your plate. You didn’t mean to make it ring that loudly in the room. “Sorry, I need to go to the loo,” you announced to no one, avoiding eye contact. Your seat dragged across the carpeted floor.

You were glad the bathroom was empty. You leaned it over the sink, looking at your own figure in the large mirror as you huffed.

How dare he.

Yes, Daniel bounced his leg – it was one of the first things you noticed of him. Yes, he chewed with his mouth open, even spoke with his mouth full. Yes, these things peeved - no, vexed you. But he was funny and smart, handsome enough with a light stubble, and from what you could tell, handled difficult situations well (like keeping his composure while getting humiliated by a third-wheel on his first date).

You tried to give the man a chance, clutching onto his redeeming qualities, but with each flaw called out, it was hard for any sliver of attraction towards him to not diffuse.

It was embarrassing to even be in this situation, but you had to be realistic. After months of online dating, you’d met no one you were genuinely interested in. It was frustrating, near hopeless. No one was perfect, you reminded yourself. Yet at this rate, you’d find nobody, not when you couldn’t stop holding every potential partner up to Johnny.

No one would be as lively and funny as him, as loyal and strong, and you’d accepted that. But after all these years, why couldn’t you let go of the fantasy of being with him, or even someone like him?

Johnny flung a heavy arm around Daniel’s shoulder. “Mate,” he said.

Daniel jumped and turned to the Scot, tearing his gaze away from you rounding the corner.

“Did I mention I’m Special Forces? I’m a Sergeant.” He grinned at the way Daniel held his breath. ���We bench press recruits to warm up, usually about your size,” he added, nodding to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, eyes darting away.

He retraced his arm. “Och, I didn’t mean to scare you, pal! I thought we were getting to know each other. Daniel Harris, was it?”

Another uncomfortable chuckle. He hadn’t mentioned his last name.

“Hey, you still live in Brentford, right? On Clifden and Brooks Road?”

This time, his façade dropped as colour drained out of his face.

“Any plans yet for your wedding anniversary? October is fast approaching.”

He scrambled from his seat, the force rattling the utensils against the tableware. “I think I better go,” he croaked.

“Aww,” Johnny cooed, the smug smile wider. “The very least you can do is pay for the meal, no?”

With a shaky hand, he tossed a few notes onto the table.

“Och, away an bile ye heaid, pal!” Johnny snapped, shooing him away. “Yer a fockin’ disgrace, ya prick!”

With that, Daniel quite literally bolted out of the restaurant.

You took a few more deep breaths before opening your eyes. You exited the bathroom with your head held high, determined to tell Johnny to piss off as rudely as he’d interrupted your evening.

But he was the only one at the table, in Daniel’s seat, leaning back onto the booth. He smirked, brow cocked. As you approached, you noticed the wad of cash in the middle of the table.

“Where’s Daniel?” you asked, alarmed.

“Sorry, lass. He said something came up.” He shrugged. “He paid for the meal though. Good lad.”

You took in a sharp breath as you balled your fists, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Just before the first tear fell, you stormed out the restaurant, ignoring his calls for you.

Clouded with anger, your feet took you far enough up the empty street until it occurred that you were not even heading in the right direction. Daniel had picked you up for the dinner. After what had unfolded, you weren’t even left with the satisfaction of slamming your own car door shut and screaming to your heart’s content in private.

You stopped, recognising the distinct thud of Johnny’s boots close behind.

“Hey,” he muttered. He reached for your shoulder, but decided against it.

You wiped your tears with the backs of your hands before whipping to him. “What’s your bloody problem, Johnny! This is not the first time you’ve ruined my date!”

He softened. “Lass, I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you, if you have anything to say, say it after the date. You keep embarrassing me!” You couldn’t help raising your voice, more tears flowing out. “You don’t want to see me happy, do you? I’m trying fucking hard here, Johnny! Just because you don’t want a relationship, doesn’t mean you get to ruin my chances.”

He blinked, the air still between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, lass.” His gaze dropped to the floor. “You know that’s not true,” he mumbled.

You hated how pretty his lashes looked. “No, you’re not fucking sorry,” you spat, wiping at your tears again. “What’s your problem, Johnny? Are you scared we won’t be friends anymore? I’m royally sick of this – sick of you. You’re making me fucking miserable.”

His gaze snapped to you, equally fervent now. “Me? I make you miserable?” he repeated in disbelief. ”Ye know wha ma’ problem is?” His head cocked to the side. “Ma’ problem is tha I fockin hate hearin those Tinder pings an knowin it’s nae me who’s makin ye smile at yer phone!”

John’s accent always got thicker whenever he got fired up. You never had a problem understanding him, but this time you frowned. What you heard was so outrageous, you second guessed your hearing.

“Am fockin sick of seein the lot of arseholes ye meetin, when am right here!” He jabbed at his chest. “Wha the bloody hell do all these blokes hav tha I daen’t?”

“Johnny,” you said tentatively, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanour. “What are you on about?”

“Why are you so blind to me? I thought I made myself clear,” he softened. “All these years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, to see me as more than a friend.”

Your breath stalled, eyes transfixed on how his lips parted slightly as he heaved, the way his crisp white button down stretched over his broad chest. You couldn’t believe what tumbled out of his mouth.

For the longest time, you had wanted him to wrap his strong arms around you, pull you close against his chest. Well, he often did, but with a teasing smile as he crushed you in his embrace. Friendly – not the way it was supposed to be. Not the way you wanted.

And here you finally were, hearing the words you previously could only imagine from him.

You leaned onto him, clutching the sides of his shirt. “I like you too, Johnny,” you said against his shoulder.

Johnny’s sigh carried a smile.

First fanfic. Would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks :)

@sofasoap

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 23: Heat pt 3

Pairings: Poly141xOC

Warnings: A/BO dynamics, dubcon (she’s in heat), PinV, Unprotected sex (dont do that)

Aurora groans as she slowly opens her eyes. Her body is slightly sore and aching, a sign that her heat is progressing. She sits up and rubs her eyes as she glances around her nest. She hears footsteps and looks up as Kyle walks in carrying a stack of pizza boxes, Johnny enters right behind him carrying a cooler, John behind him carrying plates and napkins, with Ghost ending the line, but staying near the door. Kyle nods at Aurora’s nest, for permission and she laughs as she scoots over and pats the bed. “What are you guys doing?” She laughs as Kyle sits down beside her, gently placing the pizza boxes down. “Feeding you before your next cycle, we thought you’d be more comfortable in here.” Kyle laughs as Aurora nods. Johnny hands her and Kyle an electrolyte drink out of the cooler before sitting on Aurora’s other side, scooting the cooler closer. John sits on the floor in front of her nest, but Ghost stays leaning against the wall by the door.

A little while later the pizza and drinks have been handed out, the three in the nest eating, John on the floor in front of the next, and Ghost leaning against the wall eating, looking slightly uncomfortable. Aurora taps Kyle’s arm and nods towards Ghost and Kyle smiles. “He’s going into a rut princess, he knows you’re in a lucid period so he doesn’t want to hurt you. He has a surprising amount of control.” Kyle says as Auroran ods, looking back to see Ghost staring at her, his eyes looking at where she and Kyle are almost touching, his jealous Alpha side making a small show it seems.

Once they are finished eating John clears his throat. “It looks like once this lucid period ends you’ll be under for awhile. We know Ghost is already heading into a rut, and I can feel mine coming too and Johnny is kind of a wild card. So I expect the five of us to be pretty preoccupied the next two or three days.” He says and Aurora gives a small nod. “So we are going to bring some food and stuff in here, snacks and protein bars so we have it within reach for when it starts getting bad.” He smiles and Aurora nods, enjoying his honesty. She gives a small nod and Johnny laughs. “Take a nap, Bonnie. You need your rest.” He says as he kisses her cheek, and the four men make their way out of the room. Aurora buries under her blankets and closes her eyes, slipping into sleep easily. 

An hour later Aurora slowly opens her eyes and moves the blankets to see around the room. The sun has long since set, and since the boys knew she was napping they had turned her light off, the room is almost pitch black minus the small sliver of light coming from where the door is cracked open into the hallway. Aurora is overcome with how hot she is as she throws the blankets off of her and begins removing the t-shirt and shorts Kyle had changed her into. When she has the clothes off she cannot ignore how her core aches, her hands quickly moving between her legs, but she stops with a whine when she hears a deep growl from inside the room.

”You think I’m going to let you touch what's mine there Love?” A deep voice growls out, as the lamp across the room turns on, lighting up the room so Aurora can see a man standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. If it wasn’t for the fact that his scent permeated the room, and his voice was unmistakable, Aurora would have been confused. The man has dirty blonde hair, that was once na regulation cut, but has since grown out, scars littering his face, including over the bridge of his nose, that’s obviously been broken a few times, but those eyes, those deep brown eyes, eyes that Aurora would recognize anywhere, even now, with his pupils dilated as his rut has fully hit. He’s wearing a black tank top and black sweats, a black balaclava gripped tight in his hand as he watches her.

”Alpha” She whimpers out, watching as his body proactically shivers at the word. He cocks his head slightly as he looks at her, the smell of tobacco and gunpowder encasing the room, overriding her scent. “What do you need Little Omega?” Ghost’s voice comes out in almost a growl as he watches her writhing on the bed. “You.” She whines as she looks at him across the room. “Oh, you need me now? You seemed fine with the other Alpha and the Betas earlier. Even had Johnny popping his first knot.” Ghost says, his voice mocking as he pushes off the wall and comes to stand over the nest as Aurora looks up at him. Aurora shakes her head quickly as she looks up at him. “Only you Alpha. Please.” She whimpers as Ghost smiles, looking down at her as she watches him, her fingers flexing to touch herself, to do something as he prolongs her torture. “Then present for me Little One. Present for your Alpha.” He growls out, chuckling slightly as Aurora quickly flips onto her stomach, before lifting her ass in the air so Ghost has a perfect view of her slick dripping down her thighs onto the bed sheets. Ghost lets out a groan as he looks at her, shoving his sweat pants down as he quickly positions himself and pushes completely inside with one harsh thrust. Aurora lets out a scream as he places a hand on her lower back, forcing her to arch more and to keep her in place as he sets a punishing pace, the sound of his thighs slapping against the back of her legs so loud it can be heard down the hall, moans and growls accompanying the sound.

In the living area the other three freeze when they hear the sounds coming from Aurora’s room. John looks over at Kyle with wide eyes. “I thought he went out to smoke?” John says as Kyle shrugs. Kyle quickly sits his drink down and runs down the hallway to be nearby in case Ghost gets out of control. When he opens the door he’s met with the sight of Aurora face down o the bed, her back impossibly arched as Ghost presses on her back, her face is aimed towards Kyle and he can see her mouth open in a silent scream, drool pooling on the bed as her eyes practically roll into her skull as she cums. Ghost is leaning over her, thrusting forcefully inside her as he releases grunts and growls, his instincts having taken over with the need to ruin what he’s claimed as his Omega. Kyle silently moves closer to the two, on alert since Ghost seems so out of it like his control is slipping. Kyle watches as Ghost gnashes his teeth together, the urge to bite and mark Aurora growing stronger.

Aurora lets out small whimpers as she begins to feel overstimulated, the need to have her Alpha knot her causing her to feel desperate. “Please,” she whines as Ghost leans down, laying his body over hers to bury his nose in her scent mark. “Want me to knot you that bad?” He growls causing Aurora to whine and nod as he growls louder, his teeth grinding in his mouth loudly. Kyle moves to be closer to the two, holding his arm out slightly, having the feeling that, when Ghost cums he’s going to try and bite Aurora. Ghost’s thrusts come faster, as he nears his end. Suddenly he’s releasing a loud growl, his teeth flashing as he feels his knot catch, causing Aruroa to scream as she cums around the knot, the feeling of him cumming inside of her causing another wave of pleasure to hit her. As he cums Ghost moves to bite Aurora’s neck, but Kyle is quicker, darting his hand between the two of them, groaning as Ghost bites hard into the skin on Kyle’s forearm as he cums. Once he’s finished cumming Ghost removes his teeth from Kyle’s arm and looks at him. “I’m sorry,” Ghost says quietly and Kyle shrugs. “Better me than her.” He says as he looks down at a passed-out Aurora. Ghost nods as he slowly maneuvers them so they’re lying on the bed comfortably. Kyle leaves to clean the bite mark and bandage it. He lets John know what happened and John inspects the wound, wanting to care for his Beta.

Once his knot deflated Ghost calls for Kyle who comes and quickly cleans Aurora up, laying down in the bed beside her when she whimpers at the loss of contact. He lets her cuddle up to his side as he pulls the blankets over her. He knows that the next time she gains consciousness she will be deep into her heat, and he’s mentally preparing for what that will look like the next two days. 

A/N: Next chapter is the “orgy chapter” and should be the last chapter of her heat, then it’s back to normal Feral and her attitude and dislike towards the men as well as her just being a badass medic and soldier. 

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I used this version of Simon Riley for my inspo

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I see Ghoap corrupting innocent, angel-like Reader, but what about Reader corrupting minding-their-own-business Ghoap huh?

What about Reader giving them everything they need to the point that they’ll do anything for her?

What about Reader treating them so so good, treating them with kindness and patience and love, giving them what they’ve never had before, only to turn them into her guard dogs who’ll die (and kill) for her?

[katzenmas]

pt.2 to my "simon riley is down bad for Johnny's little princess"

they were on leave, johnny invited simon over to his place in inverness, promising to take him hiking and fishing. when simon knocked on the door it was you who opened it, a graceful smile and a hand on his shoulder as you ushered him inside.

walking up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in was painful, with how tight his pants got the second you touched him. you talked to him, asking him if it was his first time in scotland, what kind of food he liked, all simon could do was grunt and nod, not trusting his voice, the images running through his mind were diabolical.

third day of his stay simon was sure he'd died and gone to heaven. you pranced around the house wearing skin tight shorts and one of johnny's old shirts, your hair put up messily as you swayed to whatever music was playing on the telly. it was getting hard to conceal his boners, simon was about fifty percent sure johnny noticed how he would always excuse himself when you touched him.

on the fourth day simon was woken up by a conversation you were having with johnny.

" c'mon lass you were the one that wanted this remember? why you backin' out now? leaving the poor fella with blue balls are ya?" you two were in the kitchen, johnny's hands on your hips as he was grinding against your backside, crowding you to the island.

" i know love but he's too shy! maybe he isn't ready? nothing he's done makes me sure that he would comfortable with it?" simon continued creeping around in the hallway, listening to a conversation he was sure was about him.

" bonnie you cannae be that stupid, poor lad is about to walk into an early grave if ya give him another boner" that caused heat to crawl up simon's face, he stood in the doorway, watching how johnny slid his hand up your shirt and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a moan so heavenly from your mouth that simon was already half hard in his sweats.

johnny looked behind him and his eyes zeroed in on simon, a wicked smile flashing on his face. suddenly he turned you around, a debauched look on your face as he put one hand on your chin and forced eye contact between you and the lieutenant.

" what do you say lt? ready to make this wet dreams of your's a reality?"

thats how simon ended up kneeling near the bed where you were sprawled out, johnny holding your pussy lips open as he made simon watch how your wetness was seeping from your slit.

" go on lt, she don't bite" that was all that simon needed, his nose was pressed into your wetness before the words were fully out of johnny's mouth. a groan left his pretty lips as he tasted you for the first time.

one of johnny's hands left your body and found themselves fisted in simon's hair, guiding his face around your wet cunt, whispering instructions on how to make you feel good.

"you should see what she looks like as she cums lt, might make you cream in your pants the noises she makes" johnny's hand in simon's hair tightened as the latter pushed his tongue into you, another mewl escaping your lips at the action.

soon enough you were squirming on the bed, your hands clawing at simon's shoulders as your first orgasm of the night washed over you. johnny didn't let the lieutenant up for a breath, forcing him to lap at your clit as you were coming down the waves of euphoria.

with a crazed look johnny ripped simon's head away from your wetness and brought him in for a kiss, tasting your juices on his tongue. simon started humping the leg of the bed, becoming near overstimulated as the kiss from johnny tipped him over the edge and he came. shuddering, whining and ruining his sweatpants in the process.

you crawled up from your laying position and cooed at simon, softly running your hands through his hair as johnny maneuvered the bigger man onto the bed. short, labored breaths fell out of simon's mouth as you started pawing at his shirt, slowly raising it up and cupping his chest. your fingers grazing his nipples, making simon's hips buck off the bed.

"such a good boy for us ain't he lass? look at him, all stupid in the head from eating your cunny and getting one kiss." johnny said as he crawled up onto the bed with you two, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned to his superior. "we ain't done here yet ghost".

your hands found simon's bulge and you started cupping him through his sweatpants. you let out a giggle as you felt his cock twitch at your touch. slowly you pushed your hand into his sweats and briefs, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you felt how big he was even half hard.

simon threw his head back and let out a deep groan the second your soft fingers touched him. his eyes trained on your lips as he leaned in to kiss you hungrily. it was messy and wet, with no real technique to it. simon just knew he needed to feel you.

"please love lemme put it in, please i'll make ya feel good" johnny chuckled at how the big bad scary ghost was asking his sweetheart to let him wet his dick.

"whaddya ken lassie? should we let him?" simon had tears brimming the corners of his eyes, johnny's taunting words and your touch being nearly enough to send him over the edge, the second you nodded simon was fumbling his pants down his legs.

both you and johnny stopped for a moment to admire just how thick and heavy simon's cock was. he was sliding it up and down your slit, small spurts of pre sliding from his tip and smearing all over your puffy lips and clit.

simon's hips stuttered the second his tip breached the entrance to your cunt. you were so warm, holding him there in a vice grip. johnny shushed you with placing kisses on your brow and the corner of your mouth, one of his hands coming down to play with your clit while you adjusted to the sheer size of simon's tip.

" look at him lassie, he's stretching you out so good" johnny groaned out and forced you to look down at where you and simon were connected. the lieutenant was shaking, it was taking everything in him not to just snap his hips into you and cum like a teenager.

" go on si, you can push in more" you whispered out and looked at him with so mich trust in your eyes that simon had to look away, suddenly feeling to exposed. instead he focused in sliding into you slowly, letting you get used to his size.

when he was fully sheathed in he started rocking his hips, slow and shallow at first, but speeding up as more noises started falling from your lips. he could hear johnny praising him, but simon couldn't make out the exact words, the ringing in his ears as your hot cunt swallowed him reverberated through his mind.

he pulled out, leaving only the tip in, just to piston into you. simon grabbed both yoir legs and threw your ankles over his shoulders, he hunched over you put you into a mating press.

" so. fucking. good. for. me. you take this cock like you were born for it" each word was in rhythm with his brutal strokes, the bed creaking under the force. johnny laughed and asked if simon was trying to fuck you inot the mattress.

the men both saw when your eyes rolled back and a dumb smile overtook your features. you fluttered around simon as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. johnny grunted and pushed his hand into his pants, pulling his angry, hard dick out and started lazily pumping it.

" go on then lt, gimme a show" a few more strokes and simon was pushing impossibly deep into you. the overstimulation causing you to sob as you felt his got seed shoot against your cervix.

he was shaking, his head was empty. simon rutted into you through his own overstimulation, riding out the last waves of his orgasm until it got painful. he slowly pulled out, watching his cum dribble out of your used cunt, and then collapsed onto the bed.

johnny patted his head and gave him a quick kiss. "good boy simon"

your boyfriend tutted as he watched the cum ooze out of you.

"not nice bonnie, simon here tried so hard to breed ya and you're lettin' it go to waste?" before you could even answer johnny pushed his cock into you, fucking simon's cum back into your hole.

simon watched the scene in front of him with hazy eyes, leaning over towards you at some point and sucking on your right nipple. your sweaty and spent body was so pliant for both men, you were like a little toy just for them to use and break.

" 's t' much johhny, cannae take it anymo'" your pleas were met with small, cruel laughs as johnny cooed at you and went faster.

simon found his hand creeping down to your cunt, his fingers skimming over your abused clit, making you sob louder.

with a final thrust johnny was growling as he pulled out and came onto simon's chest. little stray spurts landing on his chin. thats when you let out a scream and gushed.

johnny's blue eyes were dazed, watching your pussy gape around nothing, as your juices kept dribbling out.

"oh sweet girl, we made ya squirt" he said lovingly and placed a kiss on your forehead, momentarily leaving you and simon alone on the bed as he went to fetch a towel to clean both of you up.

you turned over to your side and wrapped your arms around simon's torso, your nose pressed in between his shoulder blades as your fingers traced faded scars on his hips.

johnny returned at some point, cleaned you up and laid behind you, his strong arms snaking around your waist and he pulled the covers over you three.

it was dead silent, you could hear johnny start to snore when simon spoke up.

" how long were you two planning this?" you giggled and pressed a kiss to his exposed back.

"johnny could hear you moan my name like a schoolboy every night. we made up our mind when you walked into the doors of the house. now sleep, you did so good today" simon nodded and closed his eyes, sleep overtaking his tired body.

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WELL HERE YA HAVE IT! im so down bad for sub! simon getting doted on by dom! johnny and switch! reader.

@konigslittleliebling you wanted to be tagged in pt. 2 and i tried to deliver🫡