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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 9 months ago

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Blood Ties Chapter 19

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Warnings: strong depictions of illness; very minor suggestive situations

A/N: Super angsty with generous amounts of cuteness. Reader will eventually get to be a badass. But this chapter focuses on articulating the grave situation.

You were pacing outside the bedroom door, wringing your hands just to keep as many parts of your body as possible moving so you wouldn’t combust. Hershel had insisted you wait outside in case it was something possibly contagious that took Daryl down. Even though you’d spent a lot of time close to him, you were showing no symptoms, so the veterinarian thought it best to be safe rather than sorry.

You could hear Daryl coughing through the door, the sound sudden and harsh, followed by a groan each time that gave you hope that he’d possibly woke up. He’d been dead weight in your arms when everyone had burst in to help. The others had returned just in time, a heavy coat and gloves in tow for Daryl like you had requested. Rick and T-Dog had carried him up the stairs while Lori and Carol put forth effort to keep you back. You had shrugged them off and followed until Hershel stepped in.

“Y/N, you’re gonna pace a groove into the floorboards.” Carol stood by, watching you, refusing to go about her evening duties and leave you alone. “Y/N.”

You finally paused but didn’t look at her. She didn’t get a chance to comfort you before the door opened. Hershel and Maggie stepped out, whispering between themselves in a way that made your chest tighten.

“I’ll go get Beth and Carol to help me make a list. Carol?” The eldest Greene placed a hand on Carol’s arm, giving her enough time to assess you before she reluctantly followed.

“Is he okay?” You asked quietly. You and Hershel were alone outside the door now, the old man’s face smooth with a calm you wished you could muster.

“He likely had a virus that developed into pneumonia from breathing in the cold air. His lungs are full of fluid and inflamed, which accounts for the rattle when he breathes and, of course, the cough.”

“I know what pneumonia it is.” You interjected, a hint of irritation lacing your tone. “What needs to happen?”

“Ideally, we’d start an IV with fluids and antibiotics. If we can get the fluids and manage some oral antibiotics, we can make those work too. He needs those two things for certain. Fever reducers and cough suppressants would be beneficial. I will check for Tylenol in my things, though I fear I may have given you the last.”

You crossed your arms above your belly, hugging yourself tightly, and bounced on the balls of your feet, your brain running on overdrive. “Maggie’s making a list?” Hershel nodded, hanging the stethoscope around his neck. “Okay, I’ll go see when we can leave.”

“Y/N, wait.” For an old man, he sure moved quickly, stepping into your path. You knew what he would say. He would advise you not to go, that you shouldn’t put your baby in danger. For fuck sake, you knew that. “I can’t tell you what to do. We’ve established that. And I know that Daryl means a lot to you.”

“With the utmost respect, Hershel, please get to the point.” Your tone was level though inside, you felt like yourself crumbling. The world just took and took and when you would start to feel safe, it didn’t hesitate to remind you of the devastation it could bring.

“I’d like you to stay with Daryl.” Your rebuttal melted on your tongue when he held up a hand. “I will do everything in my power to care for him but I need to be able to care for you too. Maggie is capable. She’ll have help. Daryl needs you here.”

“I just—”

“There will be no getting him to cooperate if he finds out you left. You know this.”

You threw back your head and let your arms fall. Of course he was right. And once again, you felt useless. “I know.”

“You know, you are doing more for that man in there than anyone in this group ever could hope to do and I’m not just speaking of the child.” He smiled at you with such kindness. It reminded you of your father, your eyes burning. “Remember that.”

You nodded and sniffed. The old man’s footsteps retreated as you leaned your forehead against the door. Daryl was coughing on the other side. Hershel would have told you if you shouldn’t go in. Most strains of pneumonia were not contagious beyond the virus or bacteria that caused them. If you hadn’t contracted the cold or flu that Daryl had before this, it was unlikely you’d be infected now.

Turning the knob, you pushed on the door, steadily controlling how quickly it opened to keep it from making a lot of noise. Daryl was under the blankets, one arm lying across his stomach and the other at his side. His face was tilted away from you.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt but if you ventured to guess, he was likely not wearing anything. Hershel would have checked for bites. The hunter wouldn’t have kept that hidden. You knew that but maybe they didn’t.

His chest rattled and wheezed with each breath, appearing to take a lot more effort than should be necessary. You wondered if they would search for oxygen tanks. Maggie is capable. They would. You needed to stay right there and not try to micromanage. Daryl needed you more.

There was already an old, cushioned chair next to the bed. Perhaps Hershel used it or maybe Maggie moved it there for you. Regardless, you lowered yourself into it, remaining on the edge so you could easily reach Daryl’s hand.

His skin was overly warm and dry, the sound accompanying each labored breath was somehow worse at that proximity. Seeing him so still reminded you of finding him injured back at the farm, how afraid you had been at the thought of losing him. That fear had experienced then resurfaced with a vengeance, squeezing your lungs so tightly that you imagined Daryl could breathe with more ease in that moment.

“Prolly shouldn’t be in here.”

You visibly startled, nearly sliding off the edge of the chair. “Jesus, Daryl, don’t do that.” You had to take a moment to get your heartrate under control before meeting his scarcely open eyes. It was as if whatever energy, whatever stubbornness, that had been keeping him going had just drained out of him. “How’re you feeling?”

“How ‘m I lookin’?” He wheezed. He coughed without opening his mouth until he could get his arm to obey him and cover the lower portion of his face. He inhaled his food like a human vacuum but at least he covered his mouth when he coughed.

“Fair point.” You took his hand again and held it between yours. He didn’t pull away.

“Just need a night an’ I can get back out there.”

You instinctively began to heat up in anger. How could he even think he was fit to be out of bed, much less hunt or take watch? How many times were you going to need to remind him that he needed to care for himself as well? After the initial desire to throttle him had passed, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on the mattress. “We’ve been over this. You can’t run yourself into the ground to take care of me, Thumper, or anyone else. You've done that. You’re really sick, Daryl. And I’m scared.”

“Ain’t gotta be scared.” His fingers wiggled weakly, slowly between your hands. You moved one away so he could squeeze the other. “Ain’t gonna be in this bed long.”

“You’ll be in this bed until Hershel says you can leave it.” You replied sternly. Despite the tears in your eyes, you firmly held his tired gaze.

He challenged you, indignation carved into every line of weariness. When you didn’t waver, he backed down, much to your relief. “Fine.” He coughed again, coming up off the pillow from the force of it. You released his hand and stood over him, grabbing the old pillow from the other side of the bed. Luckily the dust had been beaten from the fabrics before you were in that room. You slid an arm behind his neck to help him sit up a little, placing the pillow behind him. “Could’a done it myself. Ain’t a invalid.”

“I know you can do things yourself. You’re just not seeming to comprehend that you aren't alone anymore. That someone cares for you.” Loves you. You were still standing and took notice of the bowl of water on the table with a piece of fabric hanging over the edge. Very likely Maggie was trying to bring down the fever. Licking your lips, you dipped the damp material into the cool water and wrung out the excess. With the slightest hesitation, you sat down close to his hand and began to dab the feverish skin of his face. Daryl probably didn’t even realize he sighed when his eyes fluttered closed. “Just let me take care of you for once.”

Fever-bright blue reappeared to study you. He didn’t seem upset but the hunter was known for his sudden shifts in temperament. You simply continued what you were doing, moving on to his neck. He coughed weakly, bringing his arm toward his face while you moved yours to make room. The spell was brisk, your limbs trading again but you felt his fingers brush your swollen belly.

After another moment, Daryl grunted with a look of absolute feigned irritation. Though you knew you had won this round, you kept your expression neutral and leaned close to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you.”

His eyes were closed but you didn’t miss the twitch at one corner of his lips. His only reply was another grunt.

The night was nearly unbearable. You had moved to the other side of the bed and sat cross-legged at his side. His breathing was labored and loud, the coughs frequent and painful. The more he rested, the less lucid he became during moments of wakefulness. His skin burned hotter as the fever climbed, your attempts to lower it all for naught.

Maggie and company were set to leave at first light but it wasn’t soon enough. Pleas fell from your lips each time Hershel came to check on each of you. He urged you to try and rest, even offering to bring Carol, Lori, or Beth to sit with the archer while you got some sleep. Your refusal was instantaneous. Eventually, he brought Beth with him and reasoned she could stay to watch over Daryl while you rested beside him, promising to wake you with any changes, good or bad.

You were exhausted, that you couldn’t deny. The baby rolled and kicked, honing in on your anxiousness, Hershel said. It was with a yawn that you reluctantly agreed. The Tylenol had finally been located, and you insisted on helping get Daryl to take it before lying down. He was resistant for only a moment before complying, simply because you started to cry. Hormones and exhaustion were not a great combination.

“You’ll wake me for anything?” You were propped on your elbows, preparing to curl up next to the furnace that was your boyfriend? Partner? Significant other? Whatever. You’d figure that part when he was better.

“Anything at all. I promise.” Beth smiled reassuringly and patted your ankle.

You had been made aware that anything not in use had been packed and was ready in case there was a need to flee. That would leave ample time for Daryl to be moved safely. The team of Maggie, Glenn, and T-Dog would go in search of what was needed, likely to be gone the entire day to venture further out. The local homes and businesses had already been looted. In essence, there was nothing more to be done except keep the archer comfortable and more importantly, alive.

“Okay.” You conceded, rolling onto your side to face Daryl as he coughed, a spasm of pain on his face before he settled again. “I’m right here.” You wrapped your fingers around his and held on loosely, closing your eyes to sink quickly into sleep.

You heard the coughs before registering that your name was being called—no. It was being shouted. You shot straight up, hands immediately fumbling for Daryl. He was upright as well, leaning over his lap and arms braced against his chest to hold the blanket in place, cognizant enough during even such a paroxysm of hacking to hide his marred chest. With both the candle, nearly spent after what most of been a few hours rest for you, and the moonlight reflecting off the snow outside, you could see the redness on his skin, veins and tendons bulging from the force.

“It’s okay. Daryl, it’s—where’s Hershel?” Your eyes remained on him, hand rubbing circles over his upper back. “Beth?” You looked at her then, found her staring at Daryl with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Fear? Hopelessness? The girl flinched at the sound of her name, only then seeming to hear your question.

“He went to check if we have any tea bags.” She had lost so many, so much already. So young, still a child in that world. She was frozen, her eyes beginning to shine with moisture.

Daryl’s fit was calming, each wet, wheezing gasp making the vice around your heart clench tighter. “Beth. Beth, look at me.” You were scared. No, you were terrified of losing Daryl. When the girl swallowed hard and finally turned her head to face you, you smiled with as much reassurance as you could scrape up around the dread stealing your own breath. Whatever you had, you would offer to Daryl. And to her. “He’ll be okay. Your dad’s gonna make sure of it.” You almost failed to hide the quiver in your voice. “Can you go see if we have any more clean scraps of cloth? I’d rather not have him spitting what he coughs up onto the floor.”

Beth nodded and spared one more lingering glance at Daryl, then she left the room.

“Nice.” Daryl said with a desperate inhale. “Almost—believed ya myself.” He was still sitting up with his shoulders slumped, nearly folded onto his lap. You were still tenderly rubbing circles over his back.

“You will be okay.” You whispered, laying your forehead against his shoulder blade, smiling when he didn’t react to your skin pressing against a particularly deep scar. Each breath vibrated where you rested. “Here.” You sniffed and pulled away one of the pillows. “Lay on your stomach. It opens up your lungs.”

The hunter looked over his shoulder tiredly as if considering whether or not it was worth the effort. There was a small jerk of his chin that you perceived as a nod, and then he was turning languidly to stretch out on his stomach. He coughed and buried his face in the pillow. You hadn’t noticed he was shivering before then. The blanket was twisted around his legs, making it more difficult to pull it up to the middle of his back.

“S’miserable.” The words were muffled but decipherable.

“I know.” You were getting to your feet, pressing your hands into the small of your back to soothe the ache there. The baby moved in what felt like a roll. “Thumper’s doing gymnastics.” Daryl turned his head toward the chair on his side of the bed just as you sat down and dipped the cloth into the bowl of cool water, his arm immediately outstretched so that the back of his hand rested on top of your bump. “Let’s see if we can help the Tylenol with that fever.”

When the cool fabric touched the back of his neck, Daryl flinched. With his body fighting to regulate his temperature, it must have been quite the shock. You left it there for a moment before moving to dab the side of his face. Swiping the cloth over his back, you realized he once again was allowing you to see his scars, this time without the tension of rigid muscles that accompanied his shame and self-loathing. Maybe he just felt too horrible to care.

By the time Hershel lightly tapped on the door, Daryl was sleeping. The coughs were still present but with longer reprieves, the hunter so exhausted that the fits barely roused him.

“We found some tea. I regret not mentioning to Maggie that honey could be beneficial.” One plastic cup in one hand was steaming, a torn piece of flannel wrapped around it to ensure he didn’t burn himself. The other hand held a refilled bottle of water, likely from boiling some of the snow.

Your mind drifted to how different this winter was so different from the ones before the turn. Georgia wasn’t usually a state to receive that amount of snow and such low temperatures. Maybe the lack of human activity had altered the weather patterns. Less cars, less pollution, less deforestation. You weren’t an expert but there had to be something different. If he was real, maybe god just saw fit to throw a few more curveballs at your little group. As if the threat of being eaten alive by the dead wasn’t enough.

Shaking your head clear, you brushed your fingertips across Daryl’s forehead. “They left?” Hershel nodded. The sun hadn’t even begun to rise yet.

“Rick seemed to think this was urgent enough to send them out before dawn. I can’t say I’m thrilled to see my daughter driving away into the night but I am inclined to agree with his judgment.”

Daryl could die. It was urgent but for more than any practical reason Rick could suggest. It was so much deeper than that. “He’s asleep. Should I wake him up to drink it?” You placed the fabric back in the water.

“As much as I’d like him to rest, he also needs to avoid dehydration.” He raised the cup slightly. “Peppermint tea is caffeine free but we had nothing to sweeten it. We can only hope he’s thirsty enough to not care. If he’d prefer, I also brought some water.”

Sighing, you nodded and leaned forward to be in Daryl’s line of sight once he awakened. “Daryl. Wake up.” You pulled the blanket up to cover his back. Hershel had seen the scars more than once, you knew that, but you were almost certain Daryl would have appreciated the effort.

With a groan of protest, he opened his eyes to slits. “What?”

“Hershel brought you some tea.”

“Ain’t thirsty.” He closed his eyes.

“Bullshit.” You challenged flatly. “Come on, sit up.”

His eyes opened a little wider then, sheer stubbornness driving him to glare at you. “M’comfortable.”

“Tough titty.”

His expression smoothed out, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Nah, s’real soft.” The hand that laid on your stomach drifted up, the back of his knuckles pressing lightly across the swell of your left breast.

Hershel cleared his throat. Daryl’s hand moved away at a speed you didn’t think he was capable of in his current state. You snorted when the fevered flush coloring his cheeks deepened with embarrassment.

Reaching a hand toward the veterinarian, you waited for him to cross the room and pass off the cups.

“Try to drink as much as you can, son.”

Daryl hummed, likely feeling too awkward to trust his voice. You smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Hershel.”

“No thanks necessary. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check in, but call down if you need anything sooner.”

“Okay.” The door clicked shut while you sat the cup of water down by the bowl and cloth.

“Why didn’cha—tell me the old man—was in here?” Daryl croaked, making a face so close to a pout that you found it adorable.

You chuckled. “I didn’t think you were gonna feel me up from your sick bed, sir.” He grumbled something incomprehensible but you honestly weren’t paying attention. If he wasn’t willing to sit up, you could have him raise his head just enough for you to help. “If you won’t sit up for me, could you at least lift your head and let me help you drink?”

“Y’ain’t gonna—stop houndin’—me ‘til I do, are ya?” He turned his face into the pillow and coughed, staying there until he was sure it was over.

“Nope. You might as well just do what I ask.” You were smiling sweetly and batting your eyes when he finally moved his face back to you.

“All women nag—this much—or s’mine just special?” Along with the relentless wiggles of your unborn baby, butterflies stirred and fluttered. Even if it was difficult to look past the fact that he struggled to draw in enough air when speaking, you felt your skin—as well as your heart—warm.

His.

“You’re just lucky.” You nearly sing-songed, choosing not to question his verbiage. You knew you were his. He’d been rather clear about that, even if he hadn’t exactly used words to convey it. That was enough for you. Hearing it was just a bonus.

Daryl dragged his limbs and began to push up onto his forearms, but he abandoned the movement before his chest even lifted from the mattress. When he sighed, it was likely from resignation. He lifted and angled his head for you to adequately position the cup and pour a small amount of tea into his mouth.

“Needs sugar.” He commented a moment or two after swallowing. Shaking your head, you offered it again.

It took a substantial amount of time to finish the tea and a few sips of water. The sun’s appearance found you sitting on the edge of the mattress, running your fingers through Daryl’s hair. He had fallen asleep before finishing the tea, waking only just enough to cooperate with your efforts. Hershel had been in once, declaring that while the archer hadn’t improved, he hadn’t worsened either.

When he began to cough, you moved your hand from his hair to his back, rubbing soft circles in an attempt to provide any measure of comfort. Once he had settled, you used one of the flannel pieces Beth had retrieved to clean his mouth and the pillow. Hershel seemed pleased that the cough was productive. It was a disgusting reassurance but you’d take anything.

Daryl groaned and shivered, the fever relatively untouched by the Tylenol. The veterinarian had cautioned you that without the aid of antibiotics and soon, it was likely Daryl’s condition would deteriorate. Your hand stilled on this spine, the rattling of his lungs vibrating beneath your palm. Nearly overcome with an intense notion of foreboding, you turned your face toward the window, almost as if to summon back the team by sheer force of will alone.

“Please hurry.”

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moonstruckme · 10 months ago

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Hii i recently discovered your account and i am devouring all your marauder works! They bring me so much comfort and just ahh i love the way you write! I really like emt!marauders and i was wondering if you maybe wanted to do a fic with them and a reader who has health anxiety?? And maybe she gets sick or something and they help her calm her thoughts and fears and just take care of her?? Only if this is something you would want to write ofc :) have a lovely day!! 💗

Thank you lovely <3

cw: health anxiety

modern au

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Here you go, m’love.” James sits between you and Remus, holding your tea towards you with the handle out. “Careful, it’s hot.”

You grab it quickly. “Jamie!” You suck in a thoughtless breath, setting off your cough. “Don’t—don’t burn yourself!”

You set the tea down before you spill it, James patting between your shoulder blades while you cover your mouth with a tissue.

“Easy,” he says. “I wasn’t holding it for long, don’t hack up a lung on my account.”

Remus doesn’t disagree, but he takes the offending hand and kisses James’ fingertips lightly.

You take a breath as the fit settles, picking up your tea with a quiet thanks and continuing to read on your phone.

“What’re you looking at so frownily?” Sirius asks, tilting his head where he’s sprawled out on the armchair.

“Just reading,” you murmur, but he casts a suspicious look to the other two on the couch. James leans over, peering at your screen.

He laughs. “Sweetheart, you know this stuff will only stress you out,” he says, leaning his shoulder into yours amicably. “You’ve gotta trust us, we’d be able to tell if it was anything serious.”

“WebMD?” Sirius asks.

“Healthline,” Remus replies, craning his neck to see behind James.

“I know,” you ignore the other two, replying to James, “but I was talking to my grandma today and she—” Sirius groans, letting his head loll back against the cushion. “—she said this is exactly what it was like when she had pneumonia.”

Remus looks at you evenly. “How old is your grandmother?”

You take a sip of tea, hiding behind the rim of your mug. “Eighty-six.”

He gives you a weary half-smile. “Pneumonia is a lot more common in older adults, dove. And your cough doesn’t sound like pneumonia anyway.”

“But how do you know?” you ask anxiously. Remus’ features tighten a bit in sympathy. “I just don’t want to have it and have no idea, and then it gets worse and worse and worse.”

James takes your hand in his. “That makes sense, angel, but—”

“And then while I was looking, stuff was also coming up for whooping cough, which sounds horrific—”

“You don’t have whooping cough,” Remus says.

“But what if I do?” Your voice scratches a bit, and you try to breathe more shallowly to avoid a fit. “Because if that’s what it is, then it’s super contagious and you guys shouldn’t even be around me. And you can start throwing up and—”

Your cough catches up with you. You cover your mouth, eyes watering. Remus and Sirius both wince, James’ hand finding your back again. It’s nice, when you’re sick and miserable like this, to be around people who are so accustomed to it. Who will reach for you instead of cringing away.

“It’s okay,” James murmurs, palm big and heavy between your shoulder blades. “You’re fine, sweetheart, just take a minute.”

When it ebbs, he passes you your tea silently. The honey in it coats your throat, the warmth soothing the ache in your chest.

“I just don’t want it to be more serious than we think,” you say weakly. “There’s a lot of things it could be that are worse than just a cold.”

“Baby,” Sirius says firmly. “Look at me.”

You lower your mug, finding your scariest boyfriend considering you with his usual intensity. He tilts his head to the side, brushing a piece of dark hair behind his ear.

“Did you have your jabs when you were little?”

You feel your brow pucker worriedly. “I think so.”

His tone gentles a bit. “Then you can’t have whooping cough, darling. We all get vaccinated for it when we’re small.”

You don’t want to argue with him, but your eyes flit back to your phone. “Actually, it says we can still get it even if we’ve been vaccinated.”

“But not nearly as bad,” James says, squeezing your shoulder lightly. “You’re right, it could seem like a regular cold in that case, but it really wouldn’t turn into anything worse than that. None of the vomiting or anything like that.”

You swallow, nodding. “Okay. Okay, that makes sense.”

“We know there’s a lot of things a cold could turn into,” Remus says. “Trust me, dove, we know. The reason we’re not worried is because we also know exactly what those would look like if they did turn up, and we could get you to the hospital at the first sign of something serious. Also, the serious things are less common than you might think.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason it’s called the common cold,” Sirius jokes, shooting you a wink.

You smile back, partly for his sake and partly for yours. Remus fixes you with a soft, open look.

“I promise to tell you if we notice anything,” he says, slowly, making sure you hear the weight of every word. “Do you want to talk about pneumonia?”

You nibble your lip, unsure.

“If you’re still worried about it, we should talk about it,” James says. “We don’t want you to just be stressed out and silent, angel.”

You blow out a careful breath. “Okay. I’m coughing up dark mucus and have a fever, which seems like pneumonia. How do we know it’s not?”

“Pneumonia could have mucus or no mucus,” James tells you, as though reciting from a textbook. “And as for your fever…” He takes your face between his hands, pressing his lips firmly to your forehead. “My gauge tells me it’s still not that severe.”

You grin at his antics, ducking your head when he goes for more so that he’s forced to confine his affections to your hair. He makes a gleeful sound of protest, grabbing you around the middle to get you closer.

“Don’t knock her tea,” Remus warns.

“I can run you through the checklist we sometimes use before testing for pneumonia,” Sirius offers. You nod, and he launches in. “Do you have shortness of breath?” You think, then shake your head. “Chest pain? Sweating or shaking? Fatigue—well, fatigue is a yes, right? Don’t worry, doll, that’s a symptom of everything—Chills? Nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea?”

Your mouth puckers in distaste at the last few, but you shake your head to all of them and Sirius spreads his hands magnanimously. “There we go,” he says. “If you were in an ambulance right now, we’d be telling you not to waste time on getting pneumonia tests done.”

“Plus, your cough doesn’t sound like it,” Remus adds, somewhat smugly.

“Okay,” you relent. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” James sweeps a thumb over your ribs, stamping a kiss on your temple. “You can’t help worrying about these things. We just wish the internet didn’t give you so much material, you know?” His eyebrows go up a bit in the middle and he strokes your side again, more gently this time. “You should be allowed to focus on getting better, sweetheart. All this anxiety doesn’t make for great rest.”

You let yourself sink into his side, cradling your mug in your hands. “I just don’t want to badger you guys with questions all day.”

“We don’t mind,” Remus promises you.

“And I’d like to think we have a bit more experience under our belts than healthline,” Sirius scoffs. The teasing look he sends you lets you know his derision isn’t for you. “Anyway, what does healthline say you’re supposed to do if you have pneumonia?”

You scroll down a bit. “See a medical professional.”

“Well, lucky you.”

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allthecanadianpolitics · 8 months ago

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This story is part of CBC Health's Second Opinion, a weekly analysis of health and medical science news emailed to subscribers on Saturday mornings. If you haven't subscribed yet, you can do that by clicking here.

In Canada, measles was once a disease of the past. But it's increasingly becoming a health threat of the present, after backsliding vaccination rates allowed the virus to creep back into circulation.

Canada officially eliminated measles nearly three decades ago, but for years, medical experts warned it was poised to make a comeback — and disruptions to routine childhood immunization efforts throughout the COVID-19 pandemic may have sped that up.

Now, after tens of thousands of cases in Europe, and close to 100 recent infections across Canada and the U.S., health officials are on high alert.

There are warnings about travel abroad, calls for people to ensure their families are up-to-date on the measles vaccine, and fresh reminders that the virus is highly contagious and capable of causing pneumonia, brain inflammation, and even death. [...]

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#cdnpoli #public health #health & safety #vaccination

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noisydelusionlove · 2 months ago

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Chapter 17: A Date With Soap

Pairings: poly141xOC

Warnings: military inaccuracies, Oral (F receiving, M receiving), Smut

A/N: Trying my hand at adding more of Soap’s Scottish into the fic. I’ve been reading a lot of Soap fics and realized I wasn’t really adding how his Scottish actually sounds. I don’t know if it works, so we shall see! Please put your age on your blog if you’re going to interact. I love you! Also i’m still sick AF and my son has walking pneumonia, so my house is a hot mess right now. I’m also going through hella personal shit (i.e toxic/messy divorce) so thank you to everyone who loves my story so far, it’s honestly helping my mental health so much to get back into writing <3

Aurora laughs as Johnny practically drags her outside and to a car he had snagged the keys to. The pair are silent as Johnny drives towards the mountain area of the base. After a bit, he stops on the side of the road and smiles. “We’re walkin' the rest o’ the way Bonnie.” He says as they climb out of the vehicle. Aurora follows Johnny curiously. After a while, they stop at an old watch tower. “Up ye go Lass,” Johnny says as he points up. Aurora rolls her eyes as she ascends the ladder. “Quit looking at my ass Johnny.” She teases, earning a small growl from the man climbing below her. When she reaches the top she stands up and looks around. The inside of the watchtower has been transformed it seems. There is what appears to be a sniper’s nest set up, two riffles lying side by side. There’s also a basket and a cooler sitting off to the side. Aurora turns to look at Johnny curiously.

“I know ye used to be a sniper, and ye loved it. So I went ahead and set up some targets. Thought we’d have a wee shoot, have a chat, then dig into the lunch I packed, aye?” He says, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Right here, Lass,” he says, patting the edge of the sniper’s nest he’s set up. The rifle lies in wait, resting against the sturdy wooden railing. Aurora raises an eyebrow, catching her breath. "You brought me up here just to shoot things, Johnny?" She says, but a smile is hinting at the corners of her lips. He flashes a grin, clearly enjoying the moment. "Aye, but it’s not just any kind o' shooting, is it? It’s your kind. Thought ye might fancy a bit o' a challenge again." He says, although there is a pink tint to his cheeks. Aurora rolls her eyes, but there's a soft smile tugging at her lips. "A challenge, huh?" She glances at the scattered targets Johnny’s set up, a mix of distant silhouettes, hanging plates, and some more difficult, smaller targets in the distance. "I haven’t picked up a rifle in a few years, Johnny. I’m a medic now." She says, a sad tone to her voice. He shrugs, his grin widening. “Ach, Lass, ye can’t forget how to shoot that well. I’ve seen ye in action in the videos in ye file. Ye’ve got the eye of an eagle.” He steps a little closer, voice dropping just low enough for her to catch the flirty edge. “And let’s be honest… ye miss this, don’t ye? The focus. The quiet before the shot.” He says as Aurora looks up, meeting his eyes.

Aurora doesn’t respond immediately, feeling the familiar pull of Johnny’s charm. His energy is contagious, his teasing playful, and if she’s being honest, she’s starting to notice how easy it is to fall into his banter. But there’s something else too, something she’s trying to ignore, but as her heat approaches it makes it so much harder to ignore. Still, the memory of being behind a sniper’s scope, that calm, focused state of mind, it’s tempting. It’s something she hasn’t experienced in years, and there’s a part of her that misses it, even if she won’t admit it out loud.“Alright, let’s see if I can still hit anything,” she says, grabbing the rifle. Her tone is light, but underneath it is a quiet determination. Johnny watches her with a smile as she sets up the rifle, her posture already perfect, the way she positions herself at the edge of the nest. He leans against the railing, his voice softening. “Ye never lost it, Lass. I’ve seen enough to know that.” His voice is low, an almost purr.

Aurora looks down the scope, adjusting the settings with a practiced hand. She picks her first target, a metal plate about a hundred yards away. Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger. The thunk of the bullet hitting the target is quick and clean. Johnny claps. “Och, ye’re still a bonnie shot, Lass. I knew it.”Aurora lowers the rifle, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “One shot, Johnny. Don’t get too excited.”But Johnny, of course, is already beaming. “Aye, one shot, and it’s better than most folk could do in ten tries. Now go on, show me what else ye’ve got.”She takes another shot, and another, hitting each target perfectly. There’s a rhythm to it, a sense of ease and precision that comes with years of experience. Johnny watches, leaning in slightly, his gaze focused on her. He’s genuinely impressed, though he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s enjoying watching her in action.“You’re makin’ it look easy, Lass,” he says, his voice full of admiration. “I knew I wasn’t wrong about ye.”Aurora finally lowers the rifle, casting him a glance. “You think I’m that good, Johnny?”

He steps closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Aye. And ye know it too, don’t ye?” His voice dips into something softer, more intimate. “I can see it in the way ye focus. It’s like ye’re in a world o’ yer own, just ye and the target., ” He pauses, taking a half, step closer. “It’s a sight worth seein’.”Aurora chuckles, though there’s a warmth in her gaze. “You just like watching people do what they’re good at, don’t you?”Johnny grins. “Oh, Lass, don’t flatter me. I’m just watchin’ someone who’s got it all. Precision. Grace. A little fire, too.” He winks, his tone playful. “And aye, maybe I do like watchin’ ye.”She narrows her eyes, but there’s something else beneath her teasing, an acknowledgment, perhaps, of the connection they’re forming. “You’re insufferable, Johnny. But… I don’t mind it.”

Johnny’s grin widens, but he doesn’t press further. Not yet. He knows the ground he’s treading, how hesitant she’s been about the idea of diving into anything serious with him, or anyone in the team, for that matter. The pack is close, knit, and it’s clear they all share an unspoken bond, one that isn’t just about teamwork. There’s an undercurrent of something more, something that’s grown since they all started working together. He knows Aurora feels it too, but she’s been keeping her distance, unsure if she wants to jump in with both feet. Johnny’s voice softens. “Go on, Lass. Let’s see if I can keep up with ye now.”Aurora glances at him, the challenge in her eyes. “You sure about that?”He picks up the rifle with a confident grin. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

Johnny lines up his shot, adjusting his stance as he focuses on the first target, a steel plate not far from where Aurora hit hers. He breathes in, steadies his aim, and fires. The shot rings out, landing just a hair off, center from the target. Aurora watches him, a small smile curling her lips. “Not bad, Johnny.”Johnny’s eyes gleam with a playful challenge as he shoots her a glance. He takes another shot. This one’s much closer to the bullseye. “Alright, alright,” she says, teasing. “Maybe you do have some talent, Johnny.”Johnny grins, his confidence unwavering. “Don’t worry, Lass. I’m just gettin’ warmed up.”

They continue trading shots, their playful banter filling the space between the cracks of the gunfire. Aurora finds herself drawn into the rhythm of it, her heart a little lighter each time Johnny flirts or cracks a joke. He’s easy to be around, even when he’s pushing her buttons, and maybe that’s what makes this so hard to fight. The day draws on, the sky turning from the bright morning sun to the afternoon glow. At some point, the banter quiets, and there’s a moment where Johnny’s gaze lingers on her a bit longer than normal.

Aurora’s pulse quickens, not from the shots, but from something else, something she hasn’t fully admitted to herself. She’s starting to feel it, that pull toward Johnny, and, truthfully, toward the others in the pack too. There’s a warmth, a sense of connection she hadn’t expected when she first joined. She wants to chalk it up to her heat hormones, but she wonders if it’ll still be there when her heat ends. She feels a pull to Ghost that she can’t explain. With Kyle, it’s easy, like long-lost friends. With Price, there's an edge of comfort and trust there, But with Johnny, there’s something else. Something sharper. Something she’s afraid of diving too deep into.

Johnny’s voice breaks the silence. “Ye know, Lass, ye don’t need to hold back with me. I’ve seen the way ye look at me. And I’m not the only one in the team who’s feelin’ that pull outside of just the bedroom stuff.” He says lowly. Aurora freezes for a moment, her heart skipping. She glances at him, her voice quiet. “I’m not sure what I want yet, Johnny. You know that, right?”His expression softens, but there’s no frustration, only understanding. “I know, Lass. No rush. Just… don’t think ye need to run from it.”She looks away, her breath catching in her throat. “I just want to get through my heat, and then reassess Johnny. I want to be able to think without my hormones clouding everything.” She sighs. Johnny gives a small nod before nodding towards the cooler and basket. “Fancy a bite and a wee chat about it?” He says with a smile. Aurora nods as she follows Johnny to the basket. Johnny opens the basket and takes out a blanket, sitting it on the ground before motioning for her to sit.

Aurora takes a seat on the blanket and watches as Johnny follows suit. He opens the cooler and begins pulling out sandwiches, sodas, fresh fruit, and a small cheesecake and from the basket, he pulls out potato chips.

He hands Aurora her food before beginning to eat his own. After a few moments of silence, Johnny clears his throat. “So, have ye given any more thought to who ye're gonna pick for yer first time, then?" He says, causing Aurora to almost choke on her drink at his blunt question. She clears her throat as she looks over at him. “I am not sure honestly. Kyle thinks I should pick Ghost because he thinks that’s the most logical pick if I ever decide to take an Alpha from this pack.” She says as she stares at her drink. Johnny can’t help the smile that springs to his lips at her words. “I won’t lie and say I wouldn’t love to see ye bonded to my Alpha. I think we both ken how much I want ye to be a part of our bond, Lass. I cannae hide how much I’m lookin’ forward to finally gettin’ a hold o’ ye during yer heat." His voice is almost a low growl as he looks at her, causing Aurora’s cheeks to tint pink as his scent begins to darken, as if his mind is already conjuring up images of her under him and Ghost, which, it probably is. Aurora tries to hide her embarrassment as she smells her scent and begins to sweeten with arousal.

Aurora lets out a small squeak as Johnny suddenly leans in, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck to pull her lips in for a rough kiss. She releases a whimper when she hears Johnny growl. In seconds he’s on top of her, pushing her back to lie on the picnic blanket spread underneath them. The kiss is desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues before Johnny breaks from her lips to kiss a trail down her neck. Aurora releases a whine as Johnny sucks on her neck, surely leaving marks as he slots his hips between hers, his obvious erection grinding against her through the thin fabric of her leggings. “Ye ken what Ghost’ll do to ye, Bonnie? Ye ken how fierce he can be? Aye, he’s nae the sort to hold back, that’s for sure.” Johnny growls into her ear causing Aurora to let out a small whine. Johnny continues kissing and nipping at her neck as he grinds himself against her, his clothed erection managing to rub perfectly against her clit, causing pleasure to well up inside of her. Aurora releases a whine as her hips begin to move, grinding herself more against Johnny.

”O ye’re prolly soaked right now aren’t ye Kitten.” He growls out as he bites a little more roughly on her neck, she’s sure he’s left a mark as she releases a small moan. “Just want to cum don’t you Bonnie?” He chuckles as one hand grabs a handful of her hair forcing her to look at him. “it’s all about consent. Do ye want me to make ye cum Kitten?” He says, staring directly into her eyes. Aurora lets out a small mewl and Johnny chuckles darkly. “Nae, I need words.” He says with a playful smirk as Aurora feels tears welling up in her eyes with the need to cum. “Please, Johnny.” She whimpers. “Please what Kitten?” He purrs as she whines again. “Make me cum.” She gasps out and Johnny releases another chuckle as he lets go of her hair to move down her body. “Thought ye’d never ask.” He mumbles as he quickly pulls her leggings down, flinging them across the watchtower.

In an instant Johnny has her legs over his shoulders, his large hands engulfing her thighs as he holds them tight, pulling her pussy down until he’s face first. He licks a long stripe up the center of her folds causing her to gasp out. “O ye taste just as good as I imagined, and I was right ye’re soaked.” He hums before giving small kitten licks to her clit. Aurora’s hand flies to find purchase in his hair, eliciting a growl from Johnny as she slightly tugs, moving her hips to grind on his face. Johnny is merciless as he alternates licking and sucking on her clit, eliciting loud moans and whines as Aurora feels her pleasure building. Johnny moves one hand down to run a finger over her entrance, making her gasp slightly before he slowly pushes inside.

“I almost forgot how tight ye are.” Johnny growls as he begins to curl, searching for that one spot, when he finds it Aurora lets out a loud moan and Johnny can’t help but growl. He continues licking at her clit as her thrusts his finger, hitting that spot every single time that has her seeing stars. When he adds a second finger Aurora is biting back a scream at the feeling. “How’s that feel Kitten?” Johnny growls. When Aurora doesn't respond he moves his mouth to deliver a sharp bite to her thigh. “Feels good, full.” She whimpers and Johnny chuckles. “If ye feel full now I don’t know how you’ll take Ghost. He might split ye in two.” Johnny growls, the image of Ghost impaling Aurora on his large cock almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

Johnny continues to suck at her clit as he thrusts his fingers at a rapid pace as Aurora’s moans grow into almost screams. “Almost there huh Kitten? I can feel it. Let’s have it, cum for me pretty girl.” He growls and with one last hard suck to her clit Aurora is screaming as she cums all over his fingers and face. Johnny slows his movements as she rides out her orgasm, smirking as he sits up and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.

. Her cheeks are bright pink as Johnny begins pulling her leggings back up her legs. She lifts her hips to allow him to pull them up all the way. Aurora watches in shock as Johnny moves to finish eating his sandwich, his erection obvious. “You don’t expect anything?” She says quietly as Johnny shakes his head. “I know you’re going at your own pace Bonnie, it’s not the first time I've had a hard-on. It’ll go down.” He says with a smile as Aurora laughs and nods.

She scoots closer to Johnny, leaning slightly against him as she finishes eating. “I have a question, Johnny.” She says quietly as he looks at her. “If I do decide I want Ghost to be my first. How do I even approach that with him?” She sighs as she takes a bite of her sandwich. Johnny smiles. "How 'bout ye decide, let me ken, an' I’ll handle tellin’ him." Aurora looks at him for a moment before nodding. “If I do decide. I need you to make sure he knows I don't want him to mark me, at all, not during that, not during my heat, nothing.” She says quickly and Johnny nods. "He wouldn’t do that without yer express consent anyways, Bonnie. Aye, he’s an Apex Alpha, rough around the edges, but he believes in consent. Trust me, it took months before he’d even kiss me without my express permission." He says with a smile and Aurora nods.

”I have another question.” She says as she pops a chip in her mouth. Johnny nods as he takes a bite of fruit. “So, so far, you and Kyle have both done stuff for me without expecting anything in return. Why?” She says with an eyebrow raised. Johnny chuckles as he smirks. "Honestly, Bonnie? Some o' us just enjoy seein' the other person enjoy themselves wi' what we’re doin'. It's a braw feelin' kenning ye've caused that." He says as Aurora nods.

Once they’ve finished eating Johnny smiles as he packs everything back in the basket and cooler. "Well, let’s head back. I’ll take ye back, an’ I’ll get a recruit tae come clean this up." He offers his hand and Aurora takes it as he pulls her off the ground. They climb down the ladder and head back to the car before heading back to the task force building. Johnny bids her goodbye with a kiss before heading off promising to see her at dinner.

Aurora sits on her bed as she contemplates. She was intrigued by Johnny's explanation of him and Kyle giving her pleasure without wanting anything in return. She wonders if she would feel the same way if giving one of the pack members pleasure would make her feel that sense of pride. With a bite to her lip, Aurora grabs her phone to send a text to Kyle.

Feral: Hey are you busy?

Kyle’s response is almost instant.

Gaz: Nope whats up?

Aurora sighs as she lays back on her bed as she contemplates the question she wants to ask.

Feral: At the risk of being blunt do you think John (Price) not Johnny would let me give him a blowjob?

Aurora practically throws her phone as she hits send, regretting it almost immediately. Her phone begins to ding in rapid succession. She picks it up to see Kyle’s response

Gaz: OH

Gaz: EXCUSE ME

Gaz: Do you think any man on this team would turn down getting their dick sucked by you?

Gaz: Have you lost your fucking mind

Gaz: Of course he would let you

Aurora laughs as she looks at the messages, shaking her head.

Feral: I’ve never done it before….so im nervous…but I feel like if i’m giving my virginity to Ghost (not decided) then the other Alpha deserves something

Gaz: Of course, I get that, but you dont need to feel like you have to Princess

Feral: No, I want to…I think it would be interesting to see an Alpha enjoy the pleasure I give him

Gaz: but you're nervous?

Feral: duh

Gaz: What if I’m there?

Gaz: I could talk you through it

Gaz: It is MY Alpha afterall

Feral: You just want to watch

Gaz: well, yeah

Gaz: What do you say? After dinner he always goes to his office for a cigar. We can do like the kneeling thing and ill help you ask

Feral: yes, okay, yeah

Gaz: I’m excited ;p

Feral: Dont make me regret this

Gaz: See you at dinner Princess

Aurora sighs as she sets her phone down and glances at the clock, one hour until dinner and two hours until she gives her first blowjob, no pressure right? With a sigh, she begins looking up articles on her phone, blushing as she types in ‘how to give a good blow job’, before she knows it there is a knock at her door and she stands up, opening it to a smiling Kyle. “Ready for dinner Princess?” He smirks and Aurora just shoots him a small glare. “Don’t enjoy my awkwardness too much. I still kicked your ass today.” She growls and Kyle smiles as he holds his hands up in defeat. The two head off to the mess and fill their trays, sitting with the others.

As they are eating Ghost, John, and Johnny notice that Aurora is a little fidgety. Johnny assumes it’s what happened between them earlier and shrugs it off until he sees the wide smile Kyle has on his face. Ghost looks from Aurora to Johnny, not missing the fact that he can smell Aurora all over Johnny, it doesn’t take a genius to realize something happened between the two of them. When John finishes he bids the group goodbye and heads off to his office. Once he’s gone Johnny turns to whisper to Kyle. “What's got ye smilin' so big?” And Aurora shoots Kyle a glare as he smirks.

”Our dear Omega is going to bless my Alpha with a new first tongue.” He says as Aurora growls at him. “Kyle!” She whisper yells as he starts laughing. Johnny and Kyle look at Aurora curiously and then look at Kyle. “She’s going to suck his dick, relax. I’m pretty sure we all know who’s in the running for her virginity.” He says as Aurora groans and goes to slam her head into the table, but Johnny moves quickly to place his hand on her head preventing that. “It’s alright Kitten.” He whispers, but it’s obvious he’s trying not to laugh. Once Aurora’s tray is empty Kyle smiles as he grabs her hand. They throw their trash away and head off. Once they leave Ghost turns to Johnny. “Who’s in the running for the Omega’s virginity?” He asks Johnny, apparently clueless. Johnny blinks as he stares at his mate. “O boy, be glad ye’re handsome Simon because sometimes I wonder bout ye.” He laughs as he heads off too, leaving a confused Ghost.

Aurora wrings her hands together nervously as she walks down the hall with Kyle. When he notices Kyle places a comforting hand on her back. “Calm down Princess. I can promise you Price won’t embarrass you or make you feel bad or anything okay?” He smiles, and Aurora calms slightly at his reassurance. When they arrive at John’s door Kyle knocks and waits for the gruff “come in.” from his Alpha before opening the door. When John sees Aurora and Kyle standing there together he smiles as he sits the file he had in his hands down to give them his attention. Kyle shuts the door behind them and John raises an eyebrow as he twists the lock.

”Alpha” Kyle purrs, causing John to sit up straighter as he eyes the two in front of him. “Yes, Kyle?” He says, trying to hide the growl in his voice, a natural reaction to being called by his title. Kyle smirks as he walks behind John, draping his arms across his shoulders as he leans in to whisper in his Alpha’s ear. “Our little Omega wants to do something for you it seems.” He purrs, and John’s eyes glance at Aurora as she watches the scene unfold. Her scent is unmistakably sweeter, a sign she is aroused by watching the display Kyle is putting on. “And what would our little Omega want to do for me?” John says, looking at Aurora but speaking to Kyle. “She wants yours to be the first cock she sucks, isn’t that nice of her.” Kyle purrs, smirking as a growl releases from John’s chest at his words.

”but she’s nervous, so I’m here to walk her through it. I’m going to teach her.” Kyle says as he places a small kiss on John’s neck. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on our Alpha’s lap Princess? No need to rush right into it, let’s share a few kisses first.” Kyle smiles as he reaches over John to hold a hand out to Aurora. After a moment Aurora slowly begins to move, coming to a stop in front of John nervously. “Come on sweetheart. I won’t bite.” John growls as he taps his lap, indicating for Aurora to sit on his lap. Aurora bites her lip as she slowly swings a leg over and settles down, straddling John’s lap in his desk chair. John growls as he feels Aurora slightly grinding against his already hard length, held captive by his cargo pants.

Kyle hums in approval as he looks between his Alpha and the much smaller Omega. “Be gentle with her.” Kyle purrs as he watches John reach a hand up to tangle in Aurora’s hair to pull her into a slow and sensual kiss. Aurora releases a whimper at the intensity of the kiss, her hips moving naturally to grind against the bulge she feels under her hips. John groans as he grabs her hips, stilling her movements as he continues to kiss her. Kyle smiles as he leans against John’s shoulder watching the two makeout up close. John’s other hand slowly moves p to grasp Aurora’s breast through her t-shirt and sports bra. Aurora lets out a gasp and John takes that moment to slip his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He releases a growl as his tongue touches hers. After a moment John pulls back, staring at Aurora with an intense look she’s never seen in his eyes before.

”Alright Princess slide off his lap and onto your knees on the floor and let's get started.” Kyle growls slightly, smiling as Aurora slowly moves to sit on her knees on the floor between John’s spread legs. Kyle reaches across John’s chest to undo John’s belt and fly, slowly sliding the zipper down before John lifts his hips a bit so Kyle can slide the pants to his thighs before he does the same to his underwear. Aurora stares in surprise as she comes face to face with John’s hard cock. She has never really seen one in person so she’s shocked at how large he is. Kyle chuckles when he sees her wide eyes. “That’s an Alpha cock, Princess. They’re typically much larger than others.” Kyle smirks as Aurora’s cheeks turn a dark red.

”Go ahead, you can touch him. it’s your chance to explore, see what makes him feel good.” Kyle purrs as he watches Aurora lift her hand to slowly wrap it around John’s hard length. Her small hand barely wraps around it, and when her hand encloses around the middle of it John lets out a groan of pleasure, his eyes closing slightly before they open again, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight of the small Omega enjoying him. Aurora slowly begins to move her hand up and down the length of him, feeling every vein under her palm with excitement. Whenever John releases a groan of pleasure he’s confidence soars a bit. After a moment Aurora notices the beads of precum leaking from his tip. She eyes in curiously as Kyle chuckles.

“You can go ahead and taste him, Princess, do whatever feels right.” He encourages, and immediately Aurora leans forward to lick at his tip, tasting the salty precum there. John lets out a growl at the feeling of her tongue on him, his head leaning back slightly as his hands open and close on the arms of his desk chair, restraining himself from touching her in case he rushes her. After a moment Aurora slowly leans forward again to lick a stripe up the side of his cock, her eyes on his face as she watches it contort in pleasure, a satisfied hum leaving her throat before she takes his tip inside her mouth, giving it a small suck before twirling her tongue around it and letting go. “Sure it’s your first time sweetheart?” John grunts out and Aurora smiles up at him, enjoying his praise as she repeats her action, going down a little further each time until half of him is in her mouth.

Kyle leans forward and places his hand on the back of Aurora’s head to slow her down, resulting in her slowly bobbing her head along half of John’s length as John groans and growls in pleasure. “Use your hand for what you can’t fit in your mouth just yet.” Kyle purrs as he threads his hand into Aurora’s hair, controlling the speed of her bobbing on John’s cock. Aurora lifts her hand to wrap around the other half of John that she can’t fit in her mouth, moving it in tandem as she bobs on his length. “That’s a good girl, now see if you can go a little deeper, breathe out of your nose.” Kyle coos as Aurora slowly begins to take more of John in her mouth. “Ooh, do you not have a gag reflex?” Kyle says excitedly as he notices Aurora can almost fit John’s entire length inside her mouth and down her throat.

John lets out a throaty groan as he feels himself hit the back of her throat. “Swallow,” Kyle says quickly and Aurora swallows around John’s length causing him to growl and dig his fingers into the arms of his desk chair, almost teating holes into it. “If you want to let him enjoy it, you can let him just fuck your throat Princess. Think you can?” Kyle coos as Aurora looks at him and blinks before humming her approval. Kyle smiles as he removes his hand from the back of her head, crouching down so he's at eye level with her mouth and John’s cock. “You heard her Alpha. Just tap his thigh twice if you want him to stop.” Kyle says as he smiles. Aurora hums as John moves one hand from the desk chair to grab her ponytail.

Aurora stops moving as John begins to thrust into her throat, slowly at first, but when he sees she’s comfortable he begins to let go, thrusting more roughly and faster as he chases his orgasm. Loud growls and groans leave his lips as he throws his head back. “If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth you need to tap me Love.” He growls looking down. He’s shocked when he sees Aurora staring back at him, tears lining her eyes as she doesn’t move to tap him. In moments John’s shoving her head as far as it can go, and with a loud growl, he’s cumming down her throat. He holds her there as he finishes before slowly letting go. Aurora sits back and looks up at him as John reaches a hand out to wipe the tears from her face.

”You okay sweetheart?” John asks, his voice filled with concern. Aurora smiles as she nods and gives a content purr, which John chuckles at as he shakes his head. Kyle smiles as he leans over, placing his lips on Aurora’s and darting his tongue into her mouth, kissing her as he practically shoves his tongue down her throat before pulling away with a purr. “Tastes like my Alpha.” Kyle smiles and Aurora laughs as she shakes her head. John gently rubs his hand over Auroa’s face before petting her cheek and neck. “Go get some rest Love.” He says sweetly and Aurora nods as she heads back to her room leaving the Beta and Alpha in his office.

When Aurora gets in her room she grabs her things heads to the shower and thinks about the day and everything that happened, before she goes to sleep she sends a text to Johnny.

Feral: I decided. Tell Ghost I want it to be him…but no marking…and ask if he can try to not break me I guess…goodnight

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