#kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

[partiallysame]

Prices lil wife buys a 'proud dependapotamus' shirt as a joke and wears it around the house (dependapotamus- an insult for a military spouse implying they're only in it for the benefits and deeply unattractive)

How you got the shirt: John came home one day and during his daily recap, which you def trained him on how to tell you about his day properly, details john details. He told you about how some of the men were teasing each other about whether or not a new wife was a ‘dependapotamus’. You, like any civilian would, asked what that was so he told you. No but that's funny. Jokingly you asked if you were on and jokingly he said ofc you were. Next day you ordered your ‘Proud Dependapotamus’ shirt (and a matching one for him that said ‘Proud husband of a Dependapotamus’). You had fully forgotten about what the shirt said, wore it as a pj shirt so much you stopped reading what was on it. Untilllllll.

Kyle: You came down the stairs wearing it, again not knowing what shirt you were wearing. He stopped dead in his tracks, like water glass halfway to his mouth, cocking his head to the side reading the shirt. And reading it again. Does that say? Ya it says that. He was so confused because no? No you were not a Dependapotamus. Then he got concerned, voice so soft, “Love did someone call you that?” Getting genuinely upset that someone might have referred to you as the insult, assuming you didn’t know what it meant. “Call me what?” His hands were on your hips pulling at the shirt a lil. “Oh this?” you pulled the shirt taught to show the words without any wrinkles, “Funny right? John’s got a matching one.” a lil excited gasp leaving you “I should get some for all of you.” Kyle was about to fight someone over what you later called your “favorite nickname.”

Johnny: You came down the stairs in your shirt and it brought a mischievous lil smirk to his face. Letting you walk past him before he reached out to grab your hand and pull you into him. His fingers traced the letters on the shirt. “This what ye are huh? Proud of it?” “Very” you nodded. “The Missus jus’ usin’ us?” His hands trailing all over your body. “If you get all the good stuff. What we get huh?” lips finding their way to your neck. I think he just needed an excuse to get you into bed. 

Simon: ok now you’ve heard Simon chuckle before, plenty of times (you called it a giggle and he is adamant he does NOT giggle). Butttt you came down the stairs in your shirt and he laughed, big loud belly laugh. The sound almost scared you. Man is clutching his stomach he laughed so hard. “S’a good shirt lovie. Gotta get me one to match ya.” (The other men may or may not have run in trying to find out what the fuck that noise was. Don’t worry boys just Ghost giggling.)

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 45: Heat of the Moment

Summary: There's a nervous energy to the pack as you all deal with the looming threat of your oncoming heat.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 11,479 words

Warnings: Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, a/b/o, omegaverse, NSFW, 18+, explicit sexual content, smut, heat cycles, mating cycles, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, biting, scratching, spanking (it's like once), squirting, knotting, some violent imagery, blood, slight angst, language, slight fluff

A/N: You're welcome

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“You look nervous.”

He gives Christine a look. She’s put her doctor hat back on, sorting through supplies Johnny and Kyle picked up on their run to town. His eyes track her hands to avoid staring at her face, watching as she tucks gauze pads into the first aid kit. He swallows thickly, nerves blooming in his stomach.

She is right. He is nervous. His thoughts have been racing since he said those words, since he made the decision to man up and help you through your heat. There’s no going back. He can’t change his mind on this.

No, he’s wrong. He’s not nervous.

He’s terrified.

“It’s okay to be nervous.” She says, snapping the lid closed. There’s stacks and stacks of boxes of nutrient bars and a stack of electrolyte drinks next to your door. The things that will keep you both alive during the next week.

“I’m not nervous.” He says unconvincingly.

It’s her turn to give him a look. “This is new for you, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You’re not.” He says, his fingers twitching where they rest against his knees.

“Well, then there’s some things we should go over that might ease your nerves a bit.” She says, shifting into doctor mode. “There’s a lot that can happen during an omega’s heat, but the likelihood of something bad happening is very slim. Bad things do happen, but it’s a very slim margin data-wise of it happening.”

“But it could still happen.” He says. There is still a chance. Things have happened before, they could happen to you.

She gives him a reassuring look. “You’re not going to hurt her. Omegas aren’t as fragile as you think. Especially not during their heats.”

“But us both being purebreds...the first time we had sex, it was out of control.” He argues.

“And that’s likely the worst it’ll get.” She says. “Being purebred gives you an advantage in a heat. You’re more in tune with your instincts, which in turn will make you more in tune with her during her heat. You’ll be more aware, more conscious of what she needs and what’s happening. No alpha truly loses themselves in a rut. Things get hazy, of course, but there’s still a deep level of awareness there.”

He ponders her words, the nerves starting to ease a bit, but they don’t go away entirely. He’s never done this before. He has no idea what to expect.

“Besides, you won’t be alone for a week. It’s not just a week straight of heat-induced haze. There will be periods of awareness when things die down for a bit. That’s where betas come into play. They come in, check on things, make sure you’re well and eating and staying hydrated.” She gives him a smile. “Johnny will be here for you, and Kyle’s done this twice so he knows what to do. And if nothing else, you have me here in case, on the very rare off-chance, something does happen.”

As much as he hates to admit it, her words to ease the worry just a bit. Still there’s that deep nagging in his stomach, a pit starting to form. He could hurt you. He could do permanent damage. The mental image of him coming out of his rut to a bloody corpse won’t leave his head. Your absent gaze on his face, wearing nothing but the look of betrayal. You trusted him and he shattered it.

“You’re just as bad as she is.”

The words draw him out of his thoughts. He’d floated off into his head, off into the distance where nothing but nightmares lie. He gulps, his eyes flashing to Christine’s face. She’s wearing a small smile, her eyes soft as she stares at him. He drifted off so easily, off into his thoughts just like you do. It unnerves him, but it also speaks volumes of his trust. As much as he doesn’t want to like her, he feels safe enough with Christine to lose his head.

What’s happened to him?

“It’s kind of boring really.” Kyle says, sorting boxes of nutrient bars, putting your favorites on top. “Just a lot of sitting around and listening to two people fuck the next room over.”

“Do ye ever…”

“Sometimes.” He answers. “It’s hard not to at first, but eventually you’ll get so tired of it you’ll pray for the end of the week to come faster.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“You will.” Kyle smirks. “It gets old pretty quick. You’re mostly just listening for any sounds of pain and waiting for a break so you can go in and check on them, make sure they’re eating and drinking.”

“What about that time ye joined them?” Johnny asks.

“That’s entirely different.” Kyle says after a moment. “Focus more on keeping them alive and well this time.”

Johnny goes quiet for a moment. Never a good sign. “Do ye ever get scared for them?”

Kyle is taken aback by the question. He pauses sorting boxes for a moment, thinking over how he’s going to answer that. “I did during her first heat.” He says honestly. “I half expected to walk in there and find a bloodbath or a dead body. I sat there and waited for a sound, ready to rush in there to try and prevent it from happening. It wasn’t needed, though. John took good care of her. It’s rough coming out of it, but they both made it.”

“What do ye do after?”

“First step is make sure it’s actually over. You can tell just by touching her. The fever goes down, she gets sleepy. You get them into a hot bath first, helps with their recovery and temperature regulation. You clean up and change the bedding while they’re in the bath. Then you get them settled in bed again, bundle them up. She cries a lot. Makes you feel bad but it shouldn’t. It’s just a natural response.” Kyle stares at the stack of boxes. “Then it’s just a lot of resting, trying to get them to eat. She’s good at knowing what she needs, and you just let her lead.”

Kyle puts a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. The Scot looks downright terrified, more terrified than Kyle’s ever seen him. He understands, though. It’s a lot to take in, a lot to understand, a heavy weight to bear. The weight of making sure two people lost in their instincts don’t die or kill each other on accident.

“Don’t worry too much.” He tries to comfort Johnny. “You’ve got me right here with you.”

The living area is dark. You can just make out the shapes of the couches thanks to the nightlight in the kitchen. It’s late, and there’s a nervous twisting in your stomach. You stand in your doorway, staring out into the darkness towards the black void that is the stairwell. Your hand is wrapped around the doorknob, the cool metal grounding you as you stand there in contemplation. You’ll wake them, no doubt, and that could be dangerous.

Still…

Your feet lift up onto your toes as you slowly cross the living area, skirting around the dark shapes of the couches. Your body pauses at the base of the stairs, glancing up at the black void above. The bottom of the steps are visible in the darkness up close, and you carefully lift a foot to place it on the wood. You pause there for a moment before lifting yourself, placing the other foot on the same step. The wood creaks softly under your feet and you pause, not even breathing in the stillness.

Nothing moves so you continue, taking it step by step as you tiptoe up the stairs. Every creak and groan has you pausing and for a moment you question if you should have risked it and turned on the light. Creeping around in the darkness with three well-trained soldiers sleeping nearby was probably not the wisest idea.

Still you press onward, pausing at the top of the steps, listening for any movement. You doubt you’d be able to hear them if they were alerted to a presence in their sacred area, but still you hold your breath, ears thrumming in the still silence of the house.

You turn on your toes, going for the door on the right. Your fingers wrap around cold metal, slowly turning. You half expect him to be up and waiting to ambush, but instead you can just make out his form tucked under the covers in the darkness. The door clicks shut behind you as you close it quietly, tiptoeing closer to the bed.

“Kyle?” You whisper, standing there nervously. What if you startle him? What if he stabs you before he realizes it’s you? “Kyle?” You whisper a bit louder.

He lets out a grunt, his head lifting off the pillow. “Huh?”

“Can I join you?” You whisper, relief starting to quiet the nerves. He had been asleep the whole time.

He hums, rolling over and lifting the covers. You quickly slip under the warm blankets, staring up at him in the darkness. You can just make out his tired eyes. You feel bad for waking him when he’s going to need lots of rest later, but you can’t sleep. Nerves untouched by relief still twist in your stomach.

“Kyle?” You whisper his name as he wraps an arm around you.

“Hm?” He hums again, settling under the covers again.

“It’s going to be okay, right?” You ask.

His hand presses against your back, warm through the thin t-shirt you’re wearing. “Everything will be fine.” He murmurs sleepily. “Simon’ll take good care of you.”

“You’ll be there too, right?” You doubt he’d leave, but still part of you needs that reassurance.

“’Course.” He says, pulling you close. “Be right there with Johnny.”

“I’m scared.” You admit quietly, pressing your face into the pillow.

“’S alright.” His breath fans the top of your head.

You lay there in silence for a moment, his breathing slow and even. He’s fallen back asleep, something you need desperately. You could go into head in a manner of hours for all you know. It’s dangerous, leaving your room at such a time, but you need the comfort of your beta right now.

You press your face further into the pillow, inhaling deeply. Something twists in your stomach as you lay there, breathing in the scent on the fabric. The nerves start to settle and you relax further into Kyle’s hold, keeping your face pressed against the pillow.

It smells a bit like John.

“I’m goin’ crazy.”

“You’re going crazy? How do you think I feel?”

“Does it normally take this long?”

“It happens when it’s going to happen.” Dr. Keller says, trying to placate your nervous pack. It’s been six days since you first began to go into pre-heat and everyone is a bit on edge. “There’s no set time between pre-heat and when the actual heat starts.”

“Wish it were like clockwork.” Kyle says.

“You and me both.” You sigh. You’ve been on edge ever since your pre-heat started, something you’ve come to expect. It’s nerve-wracking waiting for the inevitable. You’ll lose your mind, black out and a week will have passed when it’s felt like hours. It’s terrifying, and you’re never quite ready for it. “The anticipation is enough to drive you crazy.”

“Yer tellin’ me.” Johnny says, nervously bouncing his knee so hard it shakes the table.

“You have the easy job.” You snap, squeezing your hands into fists until your nails bite into your palms. The nerves continue to rise the longer the hours drag on. No one is doing anything but sitting and waiting for the inevitable fever that will hit you.

“The boring job is more like it.” Kyle says, trying to diffuse the attention. “Can’t even imagine being on the other side.”

“And you’ve seen it firsthand.” You say, remembering your second heat with John. The vague glimpses of Kyle in the dark haze.

Kyle smirks. “And what a time it was.”

“Fucking christ.” Johnny groans, putting his head in his hand.

“None of that this time.” Simon says, putting an end to the thoughts swirling in the Scot’s head.

“C’mon.” Johnny almost whines.

“No.” Simon puts his foot down. He doesn’t even glance at you. He doesn’t have to. As much as the idea is appealing, you’d rather your first heat with Simon be just with him. You don’t know how this is going to end, and you’d rather not have someone else be involved in the carnage that might remain by the end of the week.

Nerves still prickle under your skin despite your pack’s attempts at calming the tumultuous energy that’s settled over everyone. It’s almost too much now, your palms starting to sweat where your hands are still curled into fists.

“Be right back.” You murmur before pushing away from the table, heading towards your room.

You leave the door open but stand there for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. You stare at the bed, at the sad attempt at a nest of sorts. The big bear is on the floor, as Simon will want it when he gets sealed inside with you. He might see it as a threat and destroy it, even if the thought sounds a bit ridiculous. You have no idea what his mind is going to be like. He’s not like John. He’s rougher, harder, more intense. The thought has something twisting deep in your stomach.

He’s not the only one worried there might be carnage left.

Your first time together had been intense to say the least, and that was while you both had clear heads. Lost in his rut, Simon could easily do damage.

You remember the buckets of plaster, the paintbrushes in the sink, your mother’s long sleeved turtleneck in the dead of summer after coming home from the care center after one of her heats. There were bruises on her face too that she tried to hide with makeup. You were one of the few that got close enough to notice.

Something about it had made you sick, almost as if you knew that would be your future.

You let out a shuddering breath as you climb onto the bed. You sit yourself down in the center, staring at the pillows and stuffed animals arranged haphazardly. It’s not right, but there’s no drive to make it right, no urge to build a nest from what’s sitting in front of you.

“You can’t force it.” A soft voice says behind you.

You turn your head to glance at Dr. Keller. “Isn’t it dangerous, going into heat without the safety of a nest?”

“Not always.” She says, taking a few steps into the room. “You’ve gone through heats before without a nest. It’s riskier, but it’s not impossible.”

“This entire situation is risky.” You murmur.

“What makes you think that?” She asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Simon and I...we lose control around each other. I’m scared...I’m scared that might happen again. And without a nest to feel safe...what if I get violent? What if Simon takes it as a challenge? Will he be able to settle without me having a nest?” The words come pouring out before you can stop them, all of the worries bubbling up like a volcano about to erupt.

“I wouldn’t be too worried.” Dr. Keller says, trying to be reassuring. “There’s a lot that can go right, and the odds of that happening are far higher than the odds of things going wrong.”

“I’ve seen it.” You say quietly, staring down at the comforter. “What happens when it goes wrong.”

“Simon won’t hurt you.” She says, putting a hand on your back. “He’s more in control than you think. There has to be a drive there to cause pain for that to happen in a heat. Heats draw out raw instincts, peel back the layers to bring forth the hidden inner self.”

You think over her words, think of the remnants of violence you had witnessed as a child. It makes your stomach twist. Your father really hid all of that beneath the guise of being a perfect pack, a perfect alpha.

You’d be a fool to think your father ever loved your mother. I’d be even more foolish to think he ever even liked her. She was nothing more than a status symbol, something to give him what he desired and nothing more.

That’s the difference, though. Simon likes you. Love might be too strong of a word, but you know he at least enjoys your company. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt you. Even back when you were fighting just for tolerance of your existence, you knew deep down he’d never go out of his way to hurt you. He nearly fought an alpha for you within weeks of knowing each other. He willingly showed you his face and has gone without his mask since then.

He’d never hurt you. He’s never wanted to hurt you.

“You really think we’ll be okay?” You ask quietly, your voice small and broken as you stare at your lame excuse for a nest.

Dr. Keller rubs your back gently. “I know it.”

He’s not ready.

He has no choice but to be ready.

It happens suddenly, but then again he knew that would happen. There’s no head’s up, no countdown. It comes on suddenly and then it’s go-time.

His hands are shaking.

He already knew before Johnny ascended the stairs two at a time in a frantic race to get to him. He could smell it wafting up the steps before your cry of pain in the kitchen. It made him flinch, his entire body tensing. He knew what it meant, even if he’d never heard such a thing before now.

“Simon, it’s time.” Johnny says, panting slightly. From his run up the steps or the sudden burst of adrenaline he’s not quite sure. They’re all so out of shape compared to what they once were.

“I know.” He rumbles, setting his book on the nightstand. He hadn’t gotten very far in it. He’ll likely have to restart it in a week. He was barely paying attention to the words on the page anyway.

It’s time.

He has to keep telling himself that as he rises from the bed. He debates shoes but thinks better of it. There won’t be any use for them. They’ll just be in the way. Even if something does happen, he’ll be too lost in his head to care much anyway. They’ll be entirely reliant on Johnny and Kyle to watch the house, and them.

Something about that is comforting.

Simon takes the steps slowly, descending with heavy footsteps. He feels as if he’s heading to his funeral. In a way he is. The death of his old self, the death of his boundaries, the death of his fear of vulnerability. Once he passes through that door, there will be nothing left of his old self.

Perhaps that’s a good thing.

He pauses halfway across the living room, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Still no word from Price. Something itches in the back of his mind but he shoves it aside. No time to think on that right now. He almost pockets his phone again, but he thinks better of it. He passes it off to Johnny, the Scot standing there, pale and wide eyed. He’s just as nervous as Simon feels inside, and he can practically hear his beta’s racing thoughts.

“Keep an eye on it.” He says, putting a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Any word you tell me as soon as this is over.”

Johnny can’t do anything but nod, his throat bobbing as he gulps.

“You’re a good lad, Johnny.” Simon squeezes his shoulder. “I trust you.”

Something shifts in his beta’s eyes at the words. He needed to hear that, Simon thinks. He’s got a big job to do, even with Kyle here to guide him.

Simon turns towards the other beta, giving him a nod. He can smell you already, your scent heavy in the air, clinging to your beta’s clothes.

It’s making his head start to go fuzzy.

He takes a breath, staring at your closed door. It’s now or never. There’s no going back once he enters. Some deep part of him wants to turn tail and run, escape out the door and never come back. Some deeper part of him wants to take the source of that scent in his teeth and shake it like a dog.

He’s not sure which one is more terrifying.

His fingers tremble as they close around the knob. He takes another breath, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders as he slowly twists.

The scent hits him like a train.

He’s never been hit by a train, but he’d imagine it’s something like this.

It barrels into him, invading his senses and numbing his mind. His thoughts start to seem far away as he breathes in the overly sweet musk spewing into the air like a fountain.

His eyes search out the source, and he finds it on the bed.

He finds you on the bed.

You’re laying there, naked as the day you were born, panting like a bitch in heat. You are, he supposes. You’re on your back, knees bent and thighs pressed together. There’s a hand between them, and he can just see the subtle movement of your fingers.

Needy little thing.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes a step forward, closing the door behind him. It seals the two of you in, closing the last barrier between the you and the outside world for the next week.

His scent starts to mingle with yours, thickening in the air as his body responds to the pheromones from your heat. He read about this, he read about all of it in preparation. Yet those facts seem far from his mind as he stands there, breathing you in.

How sweet. How delectable.

He could devour you right now.

“Simon,” You whimper his name, pathetic and quiet. Your fingers tremble as you reach out a hand for him. “Help me.”

Something stirs in him at your begging tone. You need him. You need him to help you. He’s the only one that can.

The thought has his alpha stirring in the back of his mind. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time starts to run through him.

He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand reaching out for yours. It’s warm to the touch as his fingers trace your palm. It’s so soft and feverish, sweat beading on your forehead as you stare up at him with hooded eyes. He didn’t think your whole body would be hot with your heat. He thought it was more metaphorical.

So little he truly knows.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist as his own slide down yours. Your grip is weak, squeezing as tightly as you can.

“I’ve got you.” The words rumble out of his lips, his fingers closing around your own delicate wrist. Your scent invades his brain, continuing to thicken in the air as your fingers squelch in and out of your pussy.

He bends his body down, pressing his nose against your wrist, drinking from the source. It’s so sweet, sweet enough he’d have a mouthful of cavities if one could turn this scent into candy. He wants to bite down, wants to sink his teeth into you and chew until there’s nothing left.

A rumble of approval vibrates in his chest, your body shuddering in response. A quiet whine leaves your lips, pulling him out of his haze.

“Fucking hell…” He groans, standing back up to his full height. He stares down at you, at your pathetic form laying there in the bed. “Look at you.”

Sweat has coated your skin in a shiny sheen as you lay there in the ghastly overhead light. He should turn it off. He knows how much you hate it, but he can’t move. He can’t bring himself to care. His very being is starting to slip away, being replaced by a primal need to bite, to chew, to shake, to devour.

“Alpha,” You whimper, laying there panting under him. Your fingers attempt to squeeze his wrist but the motion is weak and more of a twitch than anything.

The word coming from your mouth has a tingle starting in the base of his spine, shooting up into the deep parts of his brain. His alpha purrs proudly, practically preening at the sound of its status leaving your lips in such a desperate manner.

You need him.

“Say that again.” He almost growls, his head starting to spin. It’s a euphoric feeling and he’s barely touched you.

“Alpha!” You call out, your voice pitched with a whine. Your legs pull up off the bed, curling in on yourself in desperation.

You need him.

His fingers slide down your arm, gliding through the sweat soaking your skin. He wants to lick it, taste you in your most base form. Desperate and needy for what only he can give you. Only he can offer you relief to the plight plaguing you.

The power goes straight to his brain, then down his spine to his cock.

It’s hard already. He’s been hard since he walked into the room and was hit with the barrage of your scent. His cock had twitched to life, standing at attention, ready and waiting. His jeans are uncomfortable and he almost wishes he’d opted for sweatpants.

His hands close around your upper arm, tugging you across the bed. You move without resistance, sliding across the thin sheet. The bed protector crinkles under your body, the small protection for the mattress from the slew of fluids destined to coat it over the next week. He doubts Kyle’s parents would be happy if they destroyed the mattress.

The idea of leaving his mark here forever has his mind reeling, though.

His mouth starts to water as he tugs yo rather harshly, spinning you so your feet rest on the edge of the bed. You’re still panting as you stare up at him, your pupils blown. Goosebumps cover your skin despite the heat flowing through your body as you hold his gaze.

Bold, he thinks. Part of him wants to punish you for staring at him so openly, but another part of him loves it. Your defiant nature, the thing he knows lays deep inside of you, coming out to play.

You can call me alpha now. The words ring through his head. He wanted to punish you then, when you’d uttered those words. How dare you make such a bold claim. Yet at the same time it amused him. Little omega trying to play big alpha leader. He wonders what would have happened had he succeeded to you. Part of him wants to do that now, just to see what you’d do.

Did John ever let you take control? It wouldn’t have lasted long. His instincts would have taken over quickly. What would you do if he laid down in your place and let you take control.

No, he wants to be in control.

He stares down at you, holding your gaze. Your fingers are still moving between your legs, pumping in and out in a desperate attempt to ease the need throbbing deep within you. No matter how much you want to take over, you still need him. You’re nothing without him right now, and that thought makes him shiver.

“Look at you, all needy f’me.” He murmurs, his fingers toying with the bottom of his shirt. His clothes are starting to feel constricting, heat blossoming beneath his own skin but he’s too caught up to care. “Show me.” His voice rumbles deep in his chest. “Show me how much you need me.”

Your teeth sink into your lip, little minx, as you part your thighs. They’re wet with your juices, your fingers still stuffed into your little pussy. Slick dribbles out around them, your entire had soaked from the fluid. A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he stares down at you, his fingers darting down to wrap around your wrist.

He tugs your hand from between your legs, slick dripping off your fingers and onto your stomach as he holds it in the air. Your pussy flutters around nothing, more slick seeping out of the drenched hole. You let out a low keen as he growls, your legs trying to close together in search of friction.

“Fucking hell…” He groans, dragging a hand across the bulge in his jeans.

He releases your hand, his own finding the backs of your thighs. He pushes your legs up to your chest, guiding your hands to hold behind your knees.

“Hold those f’me.” He orders you, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass. His thumbs pull you wide open, your hips pressing up into his hands.

“Need you, alpha.” You whine breathlessly, the need evident in your voice.

It goes straight to his head, making his mind buzz with excitement and pride.

You need him.

“Need you now!” You whimper, pressing your hips up again.

A yelp leaves your lips as his hand comes down, his fingers stinging from the sharp slap he delivers to your pussy. “Patience.” He snaps, taking a step back.

He stares down at you, laying there spread open for him. He wants to devour you, and his brain is trying to decide which part to taste first. Your skin, your mouth, your pussy. Hell he’d suck on your toes right now if it means he’ll get to taste you.

Impatience tugs at his own mind. He’s wasted enough time dragging this out. He needs to act and fast, not just for his own sanity, but for yours as well. He watches your face, lips parted as you breathe. Your chest is heaving, body trembling from the effort of holding yourself up. He knows you’d lay there the entire week if he wanted you to, but that would be cruel.

Finally he moves, dropping down to his knees in front of you. Kneeling for you already and he hasn’t even gotten you to do that yet. He could have. He could have commanded it as soon as he walked in and fucked you just like that, starting this process off quickly.

No, he wants to savor this as much as he can before he loses himself too much.

Your pussy clenches as he comes face to face with it, inhaling the musk floating off of your body.

“Look at this pretty little pussy.” He growls, goosebumps forming on your skin where his warm breath fans it. “All wet and dripping just for me.”

You taste like heaven.

His vision nearly goes white as he drags his tongue through your folds for the first time. He could cum in his pants just from tasting you, like a needy pup getting his first look at a bare set of tits. A growl rumbles through his chest, his hands lifting to press against the backs of your thighs.

“Sweet as sugar.” He growls, dragging his tongue through your folds again to get a second taste.

Just as heavenly as the first.

He wants to bury his face in your pussy and never come out. He could crawl in there and live happily for the rest of his life.

He dips his tongue into your hole, slick coating his tongue. The muskiness of your slick paired with the sweetness of your pussy is umami on his tongue. He’ll never taste anything as good as this. Now he understands why alphas get so addicted to heats. He’d happily do this for the rest of his life if he could.

You whine at the third pass of his tongue through your folds, your hips pressing against his hands.

“Patience,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. It’s hard under his mouth, slick dribbling out against his chin.

His shirt is going to be stained, but that’s fine. He may never wash it again.

“Please, alpha.” You whine, your hands sinking into the sheet under you. You’re so desperate, so needy for relief, relief only he can bring you.

The power is going to his head, traveling straight downward to his cock.

He shushes you softly, pressing another kiss to your clit before he wraps his lips around it. He sucks hard, slurping at your slick-coated folds. Your legs shake around his head, toes already curling. You’re so close already. You have to be after fingering yourself for so long.

His head is starting to spin, shivers running up and down his spine as his instincts start to come alive. He has a need to have you, possess you, devour you. His teeth scrape your clit, a sharp whine leaving your lips at the sensation. His fingers bite into your skin. He’ll leave bruises but he doesn’t care.

Omegas aren’t as breakable as you think. Christine’s words float through his head.

He’s going to find out one way or another.

He presses harder against your thighs as they attempt to close around his head. He wants you splayed open like a piece of meat set out for him. This bed is the table, and you are the dinner laid out for a starving man.

He sucks messily at your pussy, drinking in your slick and sucking at your clit. Your whines are getting sharper, louder as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. He can feel it, more and more slick seeping out of you and coating his face as your pussy flutters.

“Alpha!” You cry out as your first orgasm washes over you.

You shake under him, slick gushing out of you from the force of your first orgasm of the week. He doesn’t ease up, wrapping his lips around your clit to drag out your orgasm as much as he can. You’re still hot under his touch, sweat coating your skin and his where his hands press your legs into your chest.

“Good girl.” He mumbles around your clit, giving it a soft kiss before dragging his tongue through your folds again to gather your release.

It’s musky on his tongue, tinged with your natural sweetness. He could get addicted to this taste. He could spend the next week with nothing but his tongue buried inside of you. That would be cruel, though.

That’s not what you need.

He doesn’t relent though, his tongue pressing into your heat to drink from the very source. His face is slick from your juices as he fucks you with his tongue, his fingers bruising on the backs of your thighs. It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten a cramp yet, but perhaps you don’t care.

Omegas aren’t as breakable as you think.

He wants to test that.

You’re a whining and shaking mess as he buries himself in your pussy, nose pressing against the hard bud of your clit. Your body jolts, pushing up against his face. He’d drown here happily, but he has more to do. He doesn’t want to die just yet. Not before he’s had the chance to stick his cock in you.

He lifts his head, slick sliding down his throat and onto his chest as he licks his lips. He pushes himself up to stand, looming over you as he presses you down into the mattress. Your eyes are hazy, lips still parted as you stare up at him. The fine strands of hair that refuse to be tamed by your braid are sticking to your forehead, pinned there by the sweat soaking your skin. There will be an imprint of your back on the sheet from your sweaty body, he thinks.

He’d roll around in it if he could.

He finally releases you, your legs slowly dropping downward. You’re unable to hold them up on your own, already weak in your own need. He leans over you, pressing a knee between your thighs as his hands sink into the mattress on either side of your head. His jean-clad thigh presses against the heat between your legs, your hips jerking against the fabric.

His hand slides up your body, dragging through the sweat between your breasts, up your throat to your jaw. He grips it tightly, digging his fingers into your cheeks.

“Look at you.” He rasps, pushing his fingers downward. “Open.”

You do as he says, opening your mouth for him.

He leans down, a glob of spit dropping from his mouth onto your awaiting tongue. He doesn’t even have to tell you to do it as you close your mouth and swallow.

Bloody fucking hell.

He leans down, pinning your body to the mattress as he leans down to kiss you. “Missed this pretty mouth.” He groans, forcing your lips open with his tongue.

Your hips grind against his thigh as he kisses you, smearing your slick across your own face. It’s wet and sloppy, desperate and needy. He’s growing just as needy as you are, his cock throbbing as you wrap your arms around his back. Your hip drags along the bulge in his pants as you grind on his thigh, his own hands gripping the sheet this time.

“Fuck…” he groans, pulling away from your lips. “Gonna make yourself cum just like this? Gonna make yourself cum against my thigh like a needy bitch in heat?”

“Yes, alpha!” You whine as his lips trail down your jaw, licking at the sweat on your skin. Fuck you taste so good.

He drops his head, nudging your jaw with his nose. You tilt your head, submitting to him without protest. His alpha purrs in delight as he closes in on your neck, pressing a soft kiss against the sweaty skin. He scrapes his teeth across the delicate skin, the idea bouncing around in his head to leave bruises, to mark you up.

Omegas aren’t as delicate as you think.

His teeth close around a bit of skin, sinking down until you let out a quiet yelp. He releases the skin, pressing a soft kiss to the spot before moving further down your neck.

Your hands sink under his shirt as you continue to hump his thigh, nails biting into the skin of his lower back. He lets out a growl, biting down on your throat again. You sink your nails in harder, trying to hurt him as much as he’s hurting you.

Feisty thing.

He relents first, giving you the satisfaction as he returns to your lips, giving you a searing kiss.

“Alpha,” You moan against his lips, your nails raking up his back. It makes him shiver. “Touch me.”

“You want me to touch you, omega?” He growls, nipping at your lips.

You whine, your hips jerking against his thigh.“Yes! Please!”

“So polite.” He grins. “How can I say no?”

He pushes himself up, leaning a hand on the bed as his other hand trails back down your body. He pulls his leg away, your hips jerking in protest. He smirks, his fingers ghosting over your clit before cupping your pussy. He can feel the pulse of it against his fingers, slick instantly coating his skin.

He doesn’t hesitate, sinking two fingers into your heat. You whine, hips bucking at the intrusion. His fingers sink in easily, almost as if your body is opening in welcome for him. It is. He can feel the pull of your walls, trying to drag his fingers in as deep as they’ll go.

Fascinating.

He can only imagine how it will feel against his cock.

“Fuck,” He groans, your pussy nearly pulsing around his fingers. It’s almost as if it has a mind of its own. It does, he supposes, in your heat. It’s controlling you, desperate for what it wants, what it needs.

The thing only he can give to you.

It nearly makes him preen, the thought that you’re at his mercy. He can delay your relief as long as he wants.

The power sends a shiver down your spine.

Your pussy flutters around him, tugging at his thick fingers even though they’re as deep as they can go. He grunts, your body pulsing around him as he pulls them back, only for it to pulse again as he sinks them back in. It’s like it’s moving with him, squeezing as he pulls back, tightening as he sinks back in like it’s trying to drag his whole hand into your body.

He might be able to do that right now.

Why he had waited this long to experience this, he doesn’t know. Fear? He doesn’t know fear right now. Doubt? There’s no thoughts in his head, only how much he wants to devour you whole.

“Fuck,” he curses again, his cock throbbing painfully. “I would have said yes to this sooner if I knew it would be like this,” he groans, pushing his fingers in as deep as he can. “Fucking perfect little omega. Just for me.”

“Just for you,” You whine, pushing your hips against his hand.

Shit.

“Needy little thing.” He grunts, curling his fingers inside of you and he slowly pushes them in and out. “Can make you gush around my fingers just from this, huh?”

“Please,” You breathe, clenching around his fingers as the heat continues to burn beneath your skin. You’re so hot around him, not and tight and slick. “Need your knot, alpha.”

“My knot? Oh, love we’re nowhere near that yet.” He grins wickedly at you.

You whimper, the fluttering of your pussy around his fingers intensifying as he begins thrusting them in and out of you faster. He pushes against that spongy spot, angling his thrusts there. Your hips jerk, legs already shaking. He loves this, his little party trick. Even in your heat-induced state it still has your eyes rolling back in your head, pleasure taking over your body.

“Alpha,” You pant, your legs shaking uncontrollably. “Alpha, please!”

“I’ve got you.” He grunts, speeding up his thrusts. “I’ve got you.”

You nearly scream as your entire body shakes, fluid squirting all over his hand. Your hands wrap around his arm, and he’s not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. The wet squelch of his fingers is loud in the air, his hand continuing to push against that spot to drag your orgasm out as long as he can.

“Please, please!” You gasp, body writhing on the bed.

He finally relents, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy. He drags them through your soaked folds, your juices only adding to the slick pouring out of you.

“Fucking hell.” He groans. “Fucking beautiful, that is.”

For a moment it almost looks like you get a bit bashful at his praise. It’s quickly taken over by another shudder of your body, your hands tugging on his arm. He leans over you again, kissing your lips softly. He keeps his fingers stroking through your folds, every pass of his fingers over your clit making your body jolt.

His mouth leaves your lips, his tongue dragging down your jaw to lick at the sweat on your skin. It tastes musky, not unlike the musk between your thighs. You’re delectable, like a gourmet dessert designed specifically to his tastes.

You tilt your head for him again as he drags his tongue down your neck, submitting to him once more.

“Good girl.” He groans, a shiver running down your spine at the praise.

“Need your knot, alpha.” You gasp.

His lips tease the spot right where your shoulder and neck meet. The idea floats through his head but he shoves it back. Not now. Not here. Not like this.

He can’t let go like that. It’s not his place.

“You want my knot?” He growls, distracting himself from the thoughts banging around in his head.

“Yes, please alpha!” You nearly cry, your hips pushing against his hand.

He’ll be kind, this time, he decides.

He pushes himself away from you, a shiver running down his spine. You stare up at him, legs drooped over the side of the bed. You make no move to shift your position, and he’s not sure you can right now.

“You want my knot?” He asks, his voice low and rough around the edges. His alpha is beginning to crawl out of the cage as his head continues to spin. He’s getting close to losing himself, getting close to that darkness that threatens to swallow him whole. A shudder runs through his body. “I’ll fucking give it to you.”

His shirt nearly tears as he rips it over his head. He doesn’t care, letting the fabric drop to the floor. His belt nearly hits you as he rips it free from his pants, tossing it to the floor somewhere. You’re watching him undress, something he once might have felt too vulnerable to do. Now it has him beaming with pride at the pleasure on your face. You like what you see, if your wide eyes and parted lips have anything to do with it.

He drops his jeans, kicking them off before he stalks towards the bed, naked and vulnerable. Yet, it doesn’t feel that way, shut in here with you. You’re just as naked and open, lost in your instincts and fully trusting in him. Something about that makes his cock twitch in pride.

“Present for me.” He growls, uttering the words the once thought he’d never say.

A visible shudder runs through your body at the command, and suddenly you have the strength to turn yourself over. You drag your body up the bed, pushing your knees under you before lifting your ass into the air.

“Fucking hell…” he groans, staring down at your dripping folds on display for him.

He gets it now. He understands. How stupid he was to turn this down the first time.

He cups your pussy, feeling the warm wetness of it against his palm. “You want my cock, little omega?” He growls, his cock twitching in anticipation. “You want me to stuff this little pussy full?”

You whine, arching your back to push your ass into his hand. “Please, alpha!”

You yelp as he brings his hand down on your ass. He watches it jiggle as he fists his cock, squeezing around the base to stop himself from cumming. He hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet and he’s already twitching.

Like a needy little pup.

He steps forward, dragging his head through your folds. You whine, trying to push back on him. He watches, his head catching on your entrance. It’s hypnotic, watching you so desperately try and take what you need.

He’s made you wait long enough. He’s made himself wait long enough.

“Alpha!” You whine indignantly, trying to urge him to hurry up and fuck you.

The power goes straight to his head.

He’s not that cruel, though.

Another whine leaves your lips as he finally relents, pushing his hips forward as he guides his cock into your heat. He nearly cums himself as he finally sinks into your waiting pussy, your walls immediately clamping around him. You’re so tight and warm, fluttering around him to try and drag him deeper.

“Shit.” He hisses, resting a hand against your ass as he frantically squeezes the base of his cock.

Who has the power now?

The thought has his alpha rearing up in protest.

You try and push back against him, try to force his cock in deeper but he stops you, pushing you forward instead. The top half of your body pushes into the mattress, arching your back up higher. He doesn’t even think to check as his hands close around your hips, gripping tight enough to bruise as he slowly presses his cock further into your dripping pussy.

Slick seeps out around him as he forces himself down deeper, spreading you open around his meaty cock. It’s like your body is welcoming him in, squeezing and pulsing as if it’s trying to pull him in deeper. He’s never felt anything like it, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel the same again.

There’s no resistance as he pushes in to the hilt, hips pressed up against your ass. Your moans are muffled, back arching as you push back against him almost like you’re trying to take him even deeper. He’s giving you everything he’s got, and yet it doesn’t seem to be enough.

It’s not.

He knows what you need, but he wants to savor this as long as possible before he loses himself. He wants to remember this. He’s not sure he’ll ever get the chance to do this again.

He wants to do this again.

Your body flutters around him as a shudder runs down your spine. He watches the way you twitch, feet brushing his thighs as you try and squeeze your legs together. You have to be dying with anticipation, waiting for him to make his move, waiting for him to give you what you need.

His hands tighten around your hips, the skin indenting as he slowly draws his hips back. Your body pulses around him, trying to pull him back in. He watches his cock, shiny with your slick, draw back out of your body before he presses back in, being sucked down deep into you. He repeats the motion, groaning at the feeling of your body doing what it’s supposed to do. It’s desperate for his cock, for his knot, and it’s trying to milk that from him.

He won’t give in so easily, no matter how badly he wants to do it.

He drags a hand down your back as he speeds up his thrusts, the wet squelch of your pussy loud in the room, nearly as loud as your needy moans. Slick dribbles down his thighs, coating his skin in your juices. It’s obscene, but it’s delicious.

His hand drops to your pussy, gathering some of the slick forced out of your body by his cock on his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, dragging his tongue across his digits to taste you again. Sweet, musky, just a hint of his own taste on his tongue.

Delectable. It makes him want to eat you alive.

“Fucking beautiful pussy.” He groans, thrusting back into you until his hips meet your ass. “All wet and warm just for me.”

“Just for you, alpha.” You say, your voice muffled by the mattress.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, his thrusts speeding up even more, becoming almost brutal as he fucks you. His status falling from your lips in such a vulnerable position has his head reeling, his alpha scratching at its cage to finally be released, to finally get a chance to devour you in all the ways he wants to.

He forces it back, just for a moment longer. He wants to savor this. He wants to make this last as long as he possibly can.

Your body is limp under him, held up only by his hands. You can’t do anything but lay there and take his cock like a good omega. It has his cock throbbing inside of you, pulsing in time with your pussy. You’re going to cum soon. He can tell by the frantic squeezing of your walls around him and the whine pitched in your moans. You’re close, and he’s going to carry you over that edge.

“Alpha!” You whine as he angles his thrusts, his cock pushing against that spot inside of you with every downward movement of his hips.

“Cum for me.” He grunts, pulling your hips back against his with every thrust. “Come on, give it to me.”

Your body shudders, hands sinking into the sheets as you come alive. It’s almost as if he commanded it, your pussy squeezing so tight around him he nearly sees stars. It takes everything in him not to spill into you as you cum, warm slick gushing out around his cock, dribbling down your thighs and the side of the bed.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts, the tugging on his cock from your spasming pussy nearly enough to send him over the edge. He wants this to last as long as he can make it.

Your body sags against his, exhausted from the heat ravaging your body and your orgasm. He pulls out of you, ignoring your whine of protest as he pushes you forward onto the bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs up beside you, maneuvering your body so you’re on your back in the middle of the bed.

You stare up at him with hazy eyes, your chest heaving as you pant. From exertion or your heat, he’s not sure. Perhaps both.

He pushes your legs up with his knees, draping them over his thighs as he leans over you. He stares down at your face, sweaty and blissed out. Your pupils are blown, lips kiss bruised and swollen. His thumb drags through your folds before he lifts it to your face, smearing slick across your lips. Your tongue darts out, licking at his thumb as he presses it against your mouth.

Your lips part, allowing his thumb to press into your mouth. Your tongue is warm as it drags over his skin, cleaning your slick from his thumb. He groans at the sight, his fingers sinking into the sheet next to your head.

Your teeth scrape his skin as he pulls his thumb free, sliding it down your chin to your throat. You tilt your head back, exposing the delicate area to him. He longs to sink his teeth into your skin, taste your blood pooling in his mouth. Drool gathers on his tongue, threatening to slip through his lips as he stares at the sweat-slick skin.

His hand closes around your throat, keeping your head tilted back as he sits up. Your throat bobs under his hand as you swallow, fingers digging into the sides of your neck as he holds you there. His cock twitches in excitement, so hard it’s almost painful as he stares at you, laid out before him, completely at his mercy. It’s like an erotic painting, the alpha in control, the omega in her place beneath him.

He could cum just like this, paint his seed all over your stomach.

That would be a waste.

Instead he shifts his hips, lining up his cock again before thrusting into you. Your body opens itself to him once more, inviting him right in. He sinks in to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours as he leans over you. Your pulse thrums against his fingers, beating fast almost in desperation for what your body needs.

He tilts your head back up as he starts to move his hips, grinding in and out of you slowly. You flutter around him again, legs twitching where they lay draped over his. It’s intense, it’s intimate, it’s a position he never would have allowed himself in had he been in his right mind.

He’s not in his right mind.

He’s so far from his right mind he’s lost sight of himself, of his fear, of his worry. The weightlessness of his brain is euphoric, the last strands of himself left holding onto the cage of his alpha.

He stares down at your face, your gaze holding his. Your eyelids flutter, lips parting as you whine. The sounds vibrates against his hand, your head pushing against his fingers where he holds you still.

“Look at me.” He whispers, still grinding his hips into you. “Look at me.”

You do, eyes wide as you stare up at him. He wonders how much of you is left in there, if you’ve lost yourself completely yet. You’re unable to voice much more than mutterings of his status and pleads for what you need. He wonders just how much of you remains in such a base form of your instincts. Are you even aware of what’s happening?

He squeezes his hand around your throat lightly, constricting just slightly. Your eyes widen, a flash of panic washing through them before it fades as he releases you.

Oh yes, you’re still in there.

He picks up the pace, snapping his hips against yours. Your pussy continues to flutter and pulse around him, pulling him in and sucking him deeper. Your lips are parted, quiet moans leaving your lips, vibrating against his hand. Liquid seeps out of your mouth, sliding across your cheek before hitting his thumb where it rests by your ear.

You’re drooling.

How cute.

A shudder runs through his body as you squeeze around his cock, his balls twitching as he fights an orgasm back desperately. He’s not ready for that yet. Neither are you, he decides. His desire to stretch this out as long as he possibly can winning out against his body’s need for relief.

He releases your throat, his hands sliding up the bed as he lays himself down on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. Your body is hot and slick as it meets his chest, his sweat mingling with yours. It’s hot in the room already, the air damp with sweat and the scent of sex.

He almost misses the cold air in the barracks.

If he had more of a brain, he’d tell them to turn the heat down. Let them freeze if it means things are more comfortable for the two of you.

Your arms wrap around his back, dragging him from his thoughts. You’re moaning in his ear, body arching against his. It’s a beautiful dance, one so in-tune with nature. Humans in their most natural forms, feeding their base instincts.

He wishes he could record this in his mind, keep this memory alive for the rest of time.

“Fucking hell…” He breathes, grunting as you squeeze around him again. You’re close. He can tell by the way your pussy flutters around him.

So much he’s learning about your body.

How little he really knew.

He presses his face against your throat, breathing in your scent. It floods his nose, sinking straight into his brain.

Omega, omega, omega.

His alpha chants it like a mantra over and over. There’s an omega under him. He’s balls deep in an omega right now. He’s got an omega in heat pinned beneath his body, completely at his mercy.

A shiver of power runs down his spine.

He needs you to cum again. He needs to feel you try and milk his cock while he withholds what you need once again.

“Cum for me.” He growls in your ear, your body shuddering against him. His teeth sink into the lobe, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to pull a yelp from your lips. “Cum for me again.”

It’s like he has complete control of your body as you spasm around him, letting out a shrill whine as your nails bite into the skin of his back. He doesn’t care, the pain throbbing at the base of his cock. It’s almost too much. He almost can’t hold it as you flutter around him, trying to milk his cock again. You’re early searching out what you need, but he won’t give it to you.

Not yet.

He lays there for a moment, squishing you into the mattress but you don’t seem to care. You’re still wrapped around him, nails still sunk into his skin. Your pussy continues to flutter around him, oversensitive and desperate, but still eager. Your bodies are both slick with sweat and fluid, and he can feel the wet spot forming on the sheets from where your slick has been forced out by his cock.

Thank goodness for mattress protectors.

He understands their necessity now.

“Please, alpha,” you beg weakly in his ear, finally relinquishing your hold on him to slide your hands down his back.

“Tell me what you want.” He mumbles in your ear.

“Your knot,” You whine, arching up into him. “Please give me your knot.”

So polite, even lost in the daze of your heat.

“Bloody fucking hell.” He groans as your begging goes straight into his brain. He’s held off long enough. He’s tortured you by withholding this for long enough.

He pushes himself up on shaky arms, the exertion starting to wear on him just as much. He can only imagine how you feel. For a moment he considers doing it right here, like this, but it’s not right. No, he wants to see you again.

“Present for me.” he commands, watching in awe as your body immediately moves.

You roll yourself over, popping his cock out of your pussy as you move. It hangs there, red and soaked with cum and slick. You push yourself over onto your knees, front half pressed into the mattress as your hips lift up, presenting yourself to him.

A glob of slick pushes out of your pussy, drooling out onto the mattress below you. He watches it fall, watching where it starts to seep into the fabric.

Bloody fucking hell.

He can’t hold back any longer. He might cum just sitting here if he’s not careful.

Simon pushes himself up onto his knees, his hand fisting the base of his cock. His free hand slides over the globe of your ass, your skin hot to the touch. He leans forward, unable to help himself as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin. You let out a yelp, hips jerking against his mouth. His hands hold your hips still, his teeth biting down until he feels the skin give. A thin trail of blood seeps onto his tongue as he laves it over the mark he’s left. Your legs are shaking, a quiet sob leaving your lips.

How beautiful.

He straightens himself back up, staring at the mark on your ass before he’s shuffling himself forward to your body.

Your pussy invites him in again, still pulsing around him as he sinks into you. There’s no resistance, no fight as he sinks in to the hilt at once. You’d let him do anything to you in this state, and that thought has his head reeling.

He composes himself, hands squeezing around your hips before he starts to move, unable to hold himself back as he snaps his hips into your ass. A muffled whine leaves your lips, muted against the mattress as you lay there, bent in half for him. His hand slides down your spine to your head, fingers slipping into the braid Johnny had done for you this morning.

Was it this morning? An entire day could have passed already and he wouldn’t know.

He’s far too lost in the way your pussy flutters around him, trying to coax his knot from its recesses. He can feel it, the pulsing at the base of his cock, the pressure starting to mount. He won’t be able to stop it this time. You’ve decided it’s time and so has his cock. He’s lost control, and that makes his alpha nearly scream.

His hand grips your hair, tugging you up onto your hands. He holds you there, suspended by his hand, held up only by him as he fucks you hard. His own desperation is clouding his mind, his alpha pushing against the cage. He won’t be able to hold on much longer. There will be no stopping his alpha once he’s free.

His hips slam against your ass, the pressure at the base of his cock intensifying. He stares down at it, at the skin starting to stretch and inflate. He has to pull back, making his thrusts shallow as his knot forms. You whine at the change, pushing your hips back against his cock. No doubt you can feel it, the edge of his knot pressing against your pussy with every thrust.

How is that going to fit in there? He muses.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way, he supposes.

He watches his knot as he continues to fuck you, watching it catch on the rim of your pussy with every thrust forward. You’re a moaning mess, half begging incoherently, half whining in need. He’s so close to giving you what you need. You’re so close to relief. It’s just up to him to give it to you.

Another shudder runs down his spine.

His hand slips from your hair to the back of your neck, gripping you tightly there. He stares at it, the way his hand looks around the back of your neck. Is that what it looked like when he scruffed you? What if he did that now? How brainless could he make you with the simple shift of his fingers?

Your body shudders, your whines slurring together, almost as if you’re drunk. Perhaps you are, your body wearing down after being denied for so long.

“You want it?” He grunts, pushing his knot against your pussy.

You whine in answer, pushing back against him, lifting up off your knees to try and push his knot into you.

He releases the back of your neck, his hands falling to your hips. “Fucking take it.” he grunts, pushing his hips against you as hard as he can on his next thrust.

Your body shudders as his knot starts to push into you, spreading you open even wider. He watches in amazement as your pussy stretches to accommodate him, your walls sucking him in even more. His hips continue to move, thrusting shallowly as his knot is pushed completely into you.

It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

You’re so tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He can’t pull back, locked inside of your hot pussy by his knot. He can’t stop his hips as they try to pull back, tugging on the knot. It’s almost painful, but it’s making his head spin. He’s so close to cumming, so close to finally getting his own relief.

Your body is shuddering, whines leaving your lips with every tug of his hips. He keeps moving, keeps chasing his own high. He’s so very close, the way your pussy is nearly suffocating him enough to send him reeling over the edge.

He sees stars as he cums, his vision going white as he spills into you. He pushes his hips against your ass as hard as he can, his body folding over yours. His cock is throbbing, pulsing in time with your pussy as you milk him for every drop he gives you. You’ve cum again, he can tell by the way you pulse around him.

Your body is shuddering and shaking, getting heavier in his arms. There’s a puddle under your bodies from sweat, slick, and drool.

Drool begins to form in his own mouth as you let out a keening whine, tilting your head to the side, bearing the right side of your neck to him.

“Do it.” You whisper, arms trembling where they attempt to hold you up.

He stares at your neck, at that spot between your shoulder and your neck. It’s calling out to him, singing a siren song to draw him in to his doom. He stares at your sweat-slick skin, indented by his fingers still wrapped around the back of your neck.

It would be so easy.

He’s already sunk his teeth into you twice. What’s one more time?

You let out a whimper, going limp in his arms. He continues to stare at that spot, and he can almost see the pulsing of your desperation, your need, your want in it. How easy it would be, how simple it really is. It’s just a bite and you’re tied together for the rest of your lives. Is it really you in there? Are you asking him this by your own volition, or is it your heat-clouded mind asking something you don’t want.

Or is it something you want being driven forward by your heat?

Could you want it? Would you have asked if you didn’t? What if he makes a mistake?

His knot throbs inside you, his cock finally at ease after getting what he needed. His alpha rears in his head, pushing through the cage of his mind as his vision starts to swim. He still stares at your neck, drool sliding down his chin.

Do it, his alpha goads him. It’s so simple. Just a little bite.

He stares at that spot, the fingers on the back of your neck tightening their grip.

It would be so easy.

His head is spinning, his vision going dark around the edges.

It really is so easy

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[beloveds-embrace]

Bakery/coffee shop au where you had a very specific policy: you never served people what they asked for.

It wasn’t out of spite, nor was it an act of rebellion against customer service norms. It was simply your way of making sure people got exactly what they needed rather than what they thought they wanted.

Most of your regulars had adapted to this- especially the elderly man who came in every morning demanding a single plain scone and left delighted with a caramel-drizzled apple turnover. But then you got a new group of people.

The first time they walked into your bakery, you knew exactly what kind of men they were.

Soldiers. Hardened, disciplined, probably running on fumes and caffeine, and if the way they carried themselves wasn’t an indication, it was their clothes. Though you weren’t surprised; there was a base nearby, and you’d wondered when soldiers would start dropping by.

They carried the weight of long nights and heavier burdens, eyes scanning every corner of your cozy little shop like it was some kind of trap. Which, to be fair, it might have been.

Because nobody left your bakery with what they ordered.

The first stepped up to the counter. Blue eyes settled on you, sharp and assessing, like he expected you to obey just like that..

“Black coffee, love. No sugar, no cream.”

You glanced him over. Stiff shoulders, exhaustion hanging off him like a heavy coat. He needed warmth. Comfort. Something to loosen the knots in his back before they set in permanently.

“Got it.” You said.

Next up was the one in the balaclava. Tall, imposing, eyes dark as pitch. “Tea. No sugar, no milk.”

You raised an eyebrow. Tea wasn’t a bad choice, but judging by the way his fingers twitched against the counter, he wasn’t looking for something soothing- he was looking for something mindless, something habitual. He needed a bit of a shake-up.

“Sure thing.” You lied.

The third one leaned against the counter. The cap on his head was placed strategically to make him look more attractive than he already was when he tilted his head. “Americano.”

“Of course.” You said, already planning something completely different.

And then there was the last one. Built like a tank, with a mohawk and a Scottish accent.

“Black coffee.” He said.

You nearly laughed. Absolutely not.

With their orders taken- and their fates decided- you got to work.

A few minutes later, you carried their drinks to their table, sliding them in front of each man with a satisfied smile.

Mutton Chops was the first to frown. He stared at the London Fog in front of him, the soft scent of lavender and vanilla wafting up from the cup.

“…This isn’t black coffee.” He said.

“Nope.” You hummed. “It’s Earl Grey, steamed milk, touch of honey. You looked like you needed something smooth. Something to relax.”

He studied you for a moment, then grumbled something under his breath and took a sip. His beard twitched slightly- almost a smile.

Balaclava, meanwhile, was frozen in place, staring at his Mexican hot chocolate like it might explode. “This isn’t tea.”

“You do actually like tea, but I think you shouldn’t be ordering it.” You mused. “You just drink it because it’s simple and familiar. This? Better than tea for now.”

He didn’t respond, so you continued.

“The chocolate’s warm, familiar, but the spice gives it a bit of a kick. Keeps you from getting too comfortable.”

Cap Guy was next, looking between his caramel macchiato and you with a raised eyebrow.

“Not an Americano.” he (uselessly) pointed out.

“Americano is boring,” you said with a grin. “You seem like the kind of guy who enjoys something sweet. Indulgent.”

He gave you a slow, considering look, then took a sip. His lips parted slightly, eyes widening as the caramel hit his tongue. “…Alright. Fair play.”

Then there was Mohawk.

He had been quiet the whole time, but now, he gawked at the Black Forest frappuccino in front of him like you had just served him a live grenade.

“Are you serious?” he demanded. “I asked for black coffee.”

“And I ignored you.” You gestured to the drink, entirely unapologetic. “You’re buzzing with energy, but you’re also dead on your feet. Black coffee would just make you more jittery. This, though? Sugar, chocolate, cherries- it’ll wake you up and make you happy. Ta-da!”

He eyed the extravagant swirl of whipped cream and chocolate shavings like it personally offended him. Then, cautiously, he took a sip.

Silence.

Then, in a hushed voice, “…Steamin’ Jesus.”

“Well, I only steam milk here… but I’ll take this as a compliment. Enjoy, gentlemen!”

Yeah, you knew exactly what kind of men they were. It might be just a touch too confident of you… but you know they would no doubt return.

[leyavo]

💝 Valentines Headcanons

The guys forgetting Valentine’s Day, so you remind them of the little bet you made.

If they forget, you tie them up.

John sits there huffing puffing whilst you wrap the rope around him, his arm bent and hand pawing at your hair as he tries to keep it out of your face. Totally forgot just so this could happen, a little present tucked away in his office for you. “Unwrapping me like a present, talking of presents there’s a little something for you in my desk.”

Simon hates valentines and thinks it’s capitalistic bullshit (so do you, but you normally make dinner together). Sits in silence, only speaking to instruct you how to get a more secure knot. “Don’t want me getting out luv.” Smile twitching his lip as you stilled, hand hovering over the knot.

Johnny definitely forgot but he’s a man of his word, can’t let you down now. He can’t help, but laugh at your attempt. He doesn’t think you’ve ever tied a knot, there’s no tension in the rope that he easily slips out of it and teaches you a lesson. “If you wanted to be tied up, shoulda’ asked lass/pal.” Talks you through what he’s doing and how you should practice your knots for next year.

Kyle would never forget, but still volunteers to the bet. After a fancy dinner out and a new bracelet circling your wrist he surrenders to whatever you have planned. “You sure you’ve not been in the army, baby?” He teases, the knots too tight to undo. A tangled mess though later trying to get him free, had to use his army knife to slice through the rope.

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 17 - Wouldn't Be the Same Without Them

Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic. CW: +18 MDNI explicit content. Sex, threesome kind of (MMF), fingering, interrupted sex kinda, PiV sex, use of weapons, death, canon typical violence.

What's the best thing to do after a near death experience? Fuck of course.

Previous parts - masterlist - next AO3

Enjoy <3

You wake in Kyle’s arms, Johnny has gone, as soon as you move he grips you tighter and he hums into your hair. 

“Where are we?” You ask sleepily. 

“Still in Russia, the car broke down, and you got worse.” He explains, you look up at him frowning. “Yeah your temperature dropped, we were worried you were going to get hyperthermia.” 

“I don’t think that's how it works.” You chuckle, turning to face him. His eyes light up as he props himself up and leans in to kiss you. This time you’re determined to let him kiss you for as long as you want.

His hand travels down your body, his thumb dipping past the waist of your underwear. You hear someone come into the room, you can’t be bothered to look though it feels too good having Kyle’s hands running over, your tongue playing with his. 

Someone gets in the bed behind you, you turn slightly to see Johnny pressing himself against your back. He hums into your neck his hand moving up your stomach, Kyle smiles before pulling you back in for another kiss. 

You let Johnny’s hand travel up and under your bra, you gasp breaking from the kiss. Kyle see’s Johnny’s hand groping your breast and smiles. 

“You’re eger Tav, she’s only just woke up.” Kyle says. 

“It’s okay.” You say, you don’t want him to stop, his thumbs feel good brushing over your nipples. 

“See, she’s perfect Gaz.” Johnny presses his face into your neck, his lips kissing your skin. Kyle smiles wetting his lips, you smile back as you feel Johnny unclip your bra. You turn raising your arm so you can pull it off. 

Their hands run up your body as you lay on your back, fingers squeeze your nipples, Johnny runs his tongue across your collar bones and up your neck, humming and pressing kisses. You arch your neck back to give him better access as he sucks on the sensitive skin leaving marks. 

You look over at Kyle, his eyes and lips are glossy as he moves his hand down to the front of your underwear. You spread your legs for him, pressing two fingers past your folds circling round your entrance. 

“Always this wet love?” He asks, Johnny chuckles reaching up to pull your face over to look at him. 

“I think that’s your doing Gaz.” Johnny says, he leans in further to kiss you as Kyle presses a finger into you. You moan breaking from the kiss letting your head tip back trying not to arch your back. 

“Got the softest lips don’t you.” You look up at Johnny leaning over pulling Kyle's face to his. 

“You’re a menace.” Kyle says, his fingers pushing into you faster as they make out. The wet sound of their lips smacking together and Kyle’s fingers fill the dead air. You reach out to grip one of their arms clenching round Kyle’s fingers. 

“Gonna cum love?” Kyle moans in your ear. You nod arching your back, Johnny's mouth locks round one of your nipples flicking it with his tongue. 

“Kyle-” You moan his name as you cum around his fingers, he rides you through it pressing on the spongy spot inside you. Johnny pulls his head off your nipple smiling up at you. You don’t know what to expect from them, your whole body is pulsing with heat. 

“Christ love, the sounds coming out of you.” Johnny coos, his hands haven't left your breasts though. You look over at Kyle, he smiles brushing hair out your eyes. 

“Do you wanna fuck her?” Johnny asks. You both look over at him, he winks. 

“Do you know how to be subtle Johnny?” You ask him. Kyle laughs. 

“I don’t think he knows the meaning of that word.” Kyle scoffs. 

“Like you’re any better.” Johnny replies. You look between them both, flicking your eyes between them. 

“Do you want to?” You ask Kyle. You’re nervous all of a sudden, maybe he’ll say no.

“Are you two done?” Simon’s voice fills the room. You all look over to the doorway. 

“Wanna join us LT?” Johnny asks. Simon doesn’t say anything just crosses his arm. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Ach, you’re such a buzzkill.” Johnny says, jumping out the bed and grabbing a shirt. He pulls it over his head going over to him, he throws his arm over his shoulder taking him out into the hall. You see him turn back to you and wink as he closes the door.

“Do you think he’s buying us time?” You ask Kyle, he looks down at you. You reach up to kiss him, his hand moves quicker this time gripping the waist of your underwear. You raise your hips so he can pull them down, he breaks from the kiss pressing his fingers on your clit. 

Pleasure pulses through your body as he shifts next to you taking his own underwear off and climbing on top of you. Your hands run up his back, his hand reaches down to guide his cock into you. He’s soft, gentle like his kisses, his eyes squeeze closed you hear him muttering praises as he eases into you. 

He feels good, so good you have to bite the inside of your cheek so you're not moaning out too loud. 

“Kyle.” You moan arching your back, the change in angle makes his breathing pick up, his thrusts picking up. 

“You feel so good, no wonder Tav wouldn’t shut up about you.” He says, you smile at the praise running your hands up his back. 

“I don’t think he ever shuts up.” You say between your own breathless pants. Your lungs burn but you don’t care, Kyle pushing into you hitting the nice spongy spot inside you with each stroke. Your hands end up round his neck, your fingers running up the back of his head. 

His movements change, his breathing getting more desperate, his hands gripping the pillow, he looks down at you, his nose pressed against yours. His breath is hot on your face, you keep planting kisses on his soft lips as he drives into you faster. 

You start squirming your hips as you get close trying to hold off for as long as possible, it makes you clench around him which only makes his breathing more feral, it feels like he’s pressing into you deeper. 

“Fuck-” You cry out as you cum, so much for trying to keep quiet. A few seconds later he’s cuming too, his thrusts slow, his cock throbbing inside you as you reach up to kiss him. It’s needy and messy, too much teeth and tongue but you don’t care. A few seconds later he flops down beside you. 

“You really are amazing.” He says, you turn in the bed to face him. 

“Not too bad yourself, well compared to Simon, or Johnny.” You tease. He opens his mouth to protest then sees you smiling and stops. 

“Soap’s a bad influence on you.” He says sitting up in the bed you chuckle and his hand comes down to brush your face. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, hungry.” You say, he nods, swinging his legs out the bed and feeling around for clothes. 

“All we have are protein bars, I'm afraid.” He says as you feel round the bed for your bra and underwear. 

“Come down when you’re ready. I’ll save you one.” He says buttoning his trousers up. You nod and get out the bed.

…

It’s cold downstairs. The place is barren, you find them all in the kitchen. John has a laptop, he watches as you walk over to the table and sit next to Johnny. 

“What do you want? Peanut butter or cookies and cream?” Kyle asks, they both sound horrible. You reach over and take one out his hands, he opens the other. 

“So what's the plan?” You ask biting into the bar. 

“We’ll wait another hour or so for the car to be cooled then we’ll go to the border. The plan is to get back to the ULF base outside of Sakhra.” John says. 

“What about the base we attacked?” You ask.

“Russian’s will take care of it, seize everything hopefully before Al Qatala can get there.” He says. You nod, taking another bite of the bar. 

“What about The Butcher and Khaled?” Kyle asks, oh yeah, you’d forgotten about them. They were supposed to be with Makarov. 

“We don’t know where they are. Laswell and Farah are keeping an eye out but they could be anywhere.” John says. 

“Or they could take this opportunity to take control of Konni.” Johnny says. You don’t like the thought of that. 

“They could, but we have to hope they’re all so busy with the mess they started in Urzikstan they don’t have time for that.” Simon says 

“What about Makarov, does he have a successor?” Kyle asks. 

“Not that we know of, he had a habit of killing off his close allies.” John says. 

“No loose ends.” You say. They all turn to look at you. 

“Makarov is dead. With the intel we have it won’t be long before we know where we’re going next. In the meantime I think we could all use a little time off.” John says. It’s met with agreement and mumbles, Johnny leans back on the chair stretching his back. You keep your eyes on John looking over the laptop at you all. 

His eyes catch yours and he smiles at you. It makes heat rush to your cheeks and butterflies dance in your belly. It feels like you’re beaming, you really are falling for them. 

…

It’s tense when you get back to the ULF base Urzikstan. Farah looks tired, so does Alex, they’ve lost more people than they thought trying their best to stop Al Qatala and Konni advancing the border. 

Now the Urzikstan military is involved, which takes some of the pressure off her but at the same time now she has to be careful. She’s still a wanted woman. 

“General Shepherd wants the nukes?” She asks eventually. 

“The Americans want the nukes.” Alex scoffs. 

“I don’t care who wants them, they need to be secured before we can leave.” Price says 

“They haven’t moved them. We can take the base tonight.” She says. 

“How many people do you have?” Price asks. 

“Not including everyone here, I can spare about 10 people.” She says. Price smiles looking over at Ghost then back at her. 

“Tonight then.” Price says. 

…

“What did the doctor say?” Price asks as you wait in a car for the signal to attack the base. There’s no sneaking around this time, other than Ghost and Alex to cut the alarm system. Then it would just be a rush, leave no survivors, secure the missiles and nukes. 

“He said my lungs sound like I’ve been smoking 40 cigarettes a day.” Soap chuckles. “Said I would need to see a proper doctor at a proper hospital.” 

“When we’re back in the UK. We’ll get you sorted.” Price says. “If you still want to come back with us.” You nod smiling at him. Soap nudges you and rests his hand on your thigh. You’re still waiting for the all clear. Farah managed to find more people to help with the raid, she promised Price that the nukes would be handed to the authorities. 

In exchange some ULF prisoners are being freed. You have no idea how the politics side of things work, you’re happy with just shooting where Price points. Maybe you would have made a good soldier, maybe if your captains in Urzikstan were more like Price you would have stayed. 

You see the flair rise into the sky. That's your cue, Price turns the engine on and drives down the road to the main gates. It feels like second nature right now, strangely surreal as you all pile out the car. Bullets fly around, more ULF fighters trickle into the base. 

You catch a glimpse of Ghost in the distance, he sticks out like a sore thumb all in black with the white skull mask. Price barks orders you follow without thinking. Moving with Soap and Gaz like you’ve done this a million times before. By the time you make it to the barn most people are dead and the place starts to get eerily quiet. 

Ghost and Farah meet up with you as you go into the barn. It doesn’t look like anything has changed from the last time you were here with Soap. Everyone walks around looking at the bombs still resting in their holders. 

“Where will you go after this Captain?” You hear Farah ask behind you. 

“Jamal and Khaled are still out there, Makarov is dead and now there’s a power vacuum. Someone has to take his place.” Price says. You look up at Soap standing next to you and he smiles.  

“And what about you?” You hear Farah call. It takes you a second for you to realise she’s talking to you. You turn to look at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“Is there still no way I can convince you to work for us? Fight with the ULF and take our country back.” You almost want to laugh at her, instead you swallow taking a step towards her. 

“There’s nothing left for me here.” You say as a matter of fact. 

“It’s your chance to build a new life for yourself. A better life.” She says, you look past her up at Price who’s standing with his arms crossed. You made your mind up a long time ago, before you had even met them. 

“You can’t build something out of nothing.” You smile. She sighs, nodding. 

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents. They were good people.” She says. It shocks you, you doubt she would even remember them, she ordered the airstrike that killed one of them. Employed your mother then failed to protect her. You don’t know what to say, you don't want to say anything. 

Her bringing them up makes you mad.  

“Yeah well. It’s always the good people who get hurt. Not the fuck ups like us.” Before she can reply you turn and walk away. You don’t care if you never see her again, you’ve done enough for them. Now it’s time to move on, and get out of this god forsaken country. 

“You good?” You hear Soap ask, his hand lands on the top of your back as you walk. 

“Yeah.” You say looking up at him, you can tell he doesn’t believe you but you don’t push him any further. 

“Soap!” Ghost calls from ahead of you. “Stop fucking around and get these missiles disarmed.” 

“Yes sir.” Soap says, he walks past you. You hear footsteps behind you but you don’t turn around. Another hand rests on your shoulder. You know it’s John before you see him. 

“You really want to do this? Leave your home.” He asks. You let out a long breath watching Ghost and Soap talk by a crate of something. 

“I get to start my life again.” You say turning to look at him. “Are you telling me you would turn down an opportunity like that?” He shakes his head.

“What are you going to do?” He asks. 

“First I'm going to sleep for at least a day. Then I think I'll try fish and chips.” You say, he chuckles, crossing his arms. 

“What about us?” You ask feeling the nerves rise in you. 

“What about us?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You sigh, you don’t know what to say. Maybe this is over now, they got what they want, you get passage to the UK. 

“I don’t want it to end.” You admit. His arm comes to rest on your shoulder and he squeezes it. 

“Who said anything about it ending. The only thing we need to know is which of us you want to stay with. And I'll let you in on a secret, Gaz has the nicest place.” You look up at him, you’re not sure what to say. You want to hug him, kiss him you can’t right now though, you’re just standing there beaming at him. 

“C’mon, we’ve still got inventory to do before we can leave. Can’t keep Shepherd waiting.” He says walking over to Ghost and Soap. You swallow the tears, they’re happy tears but you don’t want to cry now. 

It’s not ending, nothing is ending. You don’t want to mourn your old life, you want to celebrate your new one. You watch Price turn and wave you over. You smile at him and walk over to them. It wouldn’t be a new life without them.

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[lilianalovespink]

Okay okay so-

Picture Gullible! Reader who just got promoted to Sargeant and both Kyle and Johnny tell her that it's custom for a new Sargeant to stay the night with their lieutenant.

You don't want to believe them, but they seem so genuine, saying they both did that, Johnny even starting to Yap about how awesome his LT is and you think that maybe they're genuine?

That ends up with you, simon's hand over your mouth as he pounds you into his bed. It's rough and scary and leaves you breathless as he holds you against his chest, making you puff his cigarette once he's done :(

"M' honoured you wanted me first." He huffs and when you ask what he means he just says; "Don't ya know? Custom is you fuck the 'captain of your new squad."

[miniwheat77]

V-Day. (141 x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m!receiving), protected sex, gang bang, NO MINORS!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES! (and Birthday if you’re a v-day baby🥺) If I could get every single one of you a valentine I would 🫶🥰

The task force sees how upset you are on holidays.

You’ve got no family and no other friends outside of the task force so around the holidays you tend to get a little reclusive. Sometimes they’ll try to do nice things for you but most of the time they don’t have the opportunity to. When you’re out on a base in the middle of a warzone, ordering things in and going to stores isn’t exactly ideal.

They notice of all of the holidays, Christmas and Valentines Day seem to be the hardest ones of all for you.

They’ve managed to help raise your spirits on Christmas by brining in a fake little tree and making ornaments out of plain lined paper and dental floss. They even found a couple markers or pens around base so you could color them. At least it gave you something to do as a task force but you were out of luck on Valentine’s Day.

None of the men were married or in a relationship and truth be told, Valentine’s Day wasn’t as important to them. But it was to you and they knew it.

The only thing Captain Price could do, was get everyone off duty for the day.

The four of them had crossed paths a couple of times. Working out, doing paperwork, cleaning up their own spaces. That was it. But they noticed none of them seen you.

“Poor things probably just sitting in her room like usual.” They mumble.

After another hour or so, you reappear out of nowhere while they’re sitting in the mess hall, making small talk.

“Ah, finally out to join us?”

“Yeah, I made you something.” You smile.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saved it for this year since we had nothing last year..” you mumble.

You’d made little handmade cards each specialized for them and attached a candy to it.

“Well now I feel bad because we didn’t get you anything dove..” Captain Price mumbles. “That’s not what this is about. Holidays are about giving. Anyways, I have to go finish cleaning up my room before I forget. Happy Valentines Day!” You smile, turning around and making your way back to your room.

Captain Price sighs.

None of them have any idea what to do. They have nothing on base that they can give you.

“You know.. I have an idea.” Johnny mumbles.

“Might be a bit crazy but.. it just might make her feel better.” He smiles nervously.

They make a plan, each of them needed to go find something and bring it back to the table to present with for the plan.

Gaz hurried outside, he would feel bad for messing up the rose bush outside because he knows how much you adore it (since it IS the only one around) but you’d just have to forgive him later. They’re a magenta color, which he thinks you’ll like. He makes sure to go for the roses that aren’t as full, on the back and on the bottom of the bush. He uses his pocket knife to cut the heads off, keeping them in tact. It still looks pretty when he’s done.

Johnny goes around base searching for those unscented tea lights laying around for when the power is out. He manages to find an entire bag of them in a back office. Scoring when he finds a random striker too.

Captain Price heads for his own office where he knows he’s got paper, using a few pieces to thicken it up and a stapler to make a makeshift card. He’s even got one single piece of red paper, cutting tiny hearts out of it and taping them onto the white card. His time as a Captain and all of the paperwork he’s had to do has really helped his cursive. Making sure to give the others the opportunity to add something they’d like before signing it from all of them.

Ghost tore his entire room apart looking for a photo to put into the card. He knew he had it lying around and it took him a good white to find it buried inside of a drawer, but he does find it. It’s a photo of the entire task force. The five of you standing all together just before a mission, in full gear. It’s something he’s cherished but he has a copy at home.

“Y/N, page back.” Captain Price calls.

“Copy sir.”

“Keep getting an alert from the southeast gate, you mind checking it out with me?”

“Not at all sir.”

“Great, I’ll meet you out there.” He calls back. When you meet him at the door, their plan goes into effect. The other 3 men hustle to get everything in to place as quickly as possible. You’d just finished cleaning your room so it was perfect timing really. You don’t get fully dressed to go which he understands, but he finds it cute what you’re wearing anyways.

“Captain, page back.” Gaz mumbles. He’s out of breath. “Copy.”

“Where at?”

“Heading in now.”

You don’t find it strange, they call back all of the time.

When you turn the corner, you freeze. You see the candlelight first. “What is that?” You ask. You’re curious, approaching it. Captain nearly laughs, noticing your hand on your sidearm at first. The military taught strange reactions. You relax when you see the rose petals. The other 3 stand just outside your door. “What is all of this?”

“It’s a thank you, for being such a huge part of this task force. There’s more inside, go on.” Captain Price smiles. “It’s more than you deserve, but it’s all we got for now.”

You move closer, opening up your door. That’s when you see the little card sitting on your bed. You smile.

You pick it up, opening it up and reading the note that each of them had left you. You look at the small picture last, seeing it’s them.

“This is really sweet, you didn’t have to do all of this.” You smile, turning back at them.

“We’ve got another thing, something important. Sit down.” Soap mumbles, pushing you back slightly onto your bed. “Close your eyes.”

You look up at him skeptically but do it anyways. Your hands sit in your lap. He touches your chin with his fingertips, tilting your head up slightly. He gives it another second before pressing his lips to yours.

You jump back, stunned. “Woah- what are-“ he smiles, hushing you.

“Nothing to be afraid of lass.” He pushes your hair out of your face. “Valentine’s Day is where you show those you love how much you care about them. That's what we're going to do. Just relax.”

You swallow hard, looking around at each of them around the room, all eyes are you. "No need to be nervous, just close your eyes."

You do it, trying your best to stay relaxed as he kisses you again. He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You raise your arms up to make it easier for him. Once your shirt is off, everyone in the room starts to get undressed. You can't see it, but you can hear the fabric and bodies movies, belts unbuckling and hitting the floor.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You open your eyes, seeing that they're all shirtless, nothing but hairy, fit bodies around you. Your heart starts to race in your chest. This was a lot. What exactly did they plan to do?

Captain Price chuckles, now having taken Johnny's place in front of you. He forces your chin up to look at him. "If you're nervous and don't want to do this, you don't have to." He smiles. "You always have a choice, remember that."

You nod your head, taking in a deep breath. "I'm okay. Just nervous." You look up at him, he helps you to stand up, sliding your pants down your legs for you. Helping you step out of them by taking your hand to steady you.

What a gentleman.

"Go ahead and get on the bed darling."

The candles are illuminating the room, the light is still on but it's already dim. You move up the bed, still making an attempt to cover yourself.

Captain Price moves himself between your legs, he'd taken his boxers off, same as everyone else. You see him tear something open with his teeth, surprised when you realize it's a condom. You wonder where on earth he'd gotten it.

Now the four massive men stood completely naked in front of you and this wasn't a joke. This was really going to happen.

He takes your gaze away from everyone else by drawing his fingertips up your exposed opening, gathering wetness on his fingers and gliding up over your clit, the gasp gathers everyone's attention. They were nervous too, just far better at hiding it.

They're all looking at you, seeing how your eyebrows move into each other, mouth parting in pleasure as he touches you. He rubs gentle circles over you, the more aroused you are the more wet you'll be. You're going to need it to be able to take all four of them. He pushes a finger into you, hearing you gasp at the intrusion, moving a hand to grip his wrist as he starts to finger you. His fingers are long. He moves them through you, curling them slightly with eat thrust, searching for that spot inside of you. The others watch as he searches for it.

When he finds it, you tilt your head back with a moan, resting your head on the pillow. The mewl that leaves your lips is promising, each of them now know exactly what to do to please you.

He draws his fingers back, smiling when he realizes how fast your heart is beating. Hopefully he didn't get you too close. You still had a long ways to go.

He adjust you, tilting you just slightly to the side, raising your hip up just slightly. That special place inside of you was about to be battered by the four men. Because not only are they attempted, but obsessed with pleasing you.

He grips his cock, the first you'll feel tonight. He glides the tip over your opening to gather your arousal on him before he sinks inside of you. You gasp when he fills you. Cock pressing right up against that spot, he could feel your heart beating from your touch alone. That knot was already beginning to form in your belly.

You feel hands on you and it draws you back down to earth. Ghost is at your side, running his fingertips over the skin on your right arm to soothe you. Johnny moves to the other side, doing the same to your left.

You realize that Gaz is at the head of your bed, nearly standing over you.

He lowers himself, helping to brush your hair out of your face. "You're doing so good for us." He breathes. You clench your eyes closed, felling your Captain bury himself into you once more. The two to your left and right gasp at the same time, feeling your hands reaching for them. The feel of your touch on their cocks is enough to draw a moan from each of them.

Kyle takes a deep breath when you reopen your eyes, looking up at him. He stands up, almost knowing what it is that you want.

You take his cock into your mouth, tonguing the tip at first. You tease him for a minute before taking him further down. He can see your throat bulge because of his intrusion and suddenly his orgasm isn't too far off.

John keeps a steady pace, he knows you'll take a lot more than just him tonight and he doesn't want to be too rough with you. You feel good wrapped around him, tight. The eagerness he had felt before already had him on edge. He knew he wouldn't last long. Which was in your favor considering. He just wanted to draw at least one orgasm out of you.

He rocks his hips into you, perfect pace. Right into that spot.

He draws circles into your clit until you're right at the edge of pure bliss, toppling over the edge. You draw away from Kyle when you cum, crying out. You attempt to close your legs but he keeps them open, keeping his slow pace and riding your high out. Groaning out when he reaches his own. He closes his eyes, riding it out with another couple thrusts.

When he reopens them he pulls out of you, seeing your orgasm at the base of his cock. He can only wonder how good you'd feel raw.

He draws himself away, moving to your chair in the corner of the room, lighting a cigar as Simon takes his place. You swallow hard, looking down at him. He rolls a condom over the tip of his cock, same as your Captain had. "You alright to keep going?" He looks up at you. You nod.

You don't want to let your Lieutenant down. He does the same to you. Slight tilting your hips, moving you in another way. You can only imagine it's to reach that spot inside.

They were so attentive.

He thrusts into you, you tilt your head back with a sigh. He's slightly more rough than Captain Price but you can easily tell they're being gentle. You can only imagine how rough they could be if they really wanted.

You take Kyle back into your mouth, moving your hand up the shaft of Johnny's cock. Keeping them both stimulated. It's hard to focus with Simon thrusting into you, but you do it.

He pushes your legs up slightly, reaching even deeper. You moan around Kyle, hearing him groan at the vibrations from you. He knew once he felt your walls around him that he wasn't going to last long.

Your right hand is free now, you use it to draw circles into your own clit which surprises them. Considering that you had just cum. You're gentle with it.

Simon keeps a steady pace just as his Captain had. Working himself into his own orgasm but focusing on you too. You weren't just any girl to them. You were important and they weren't here to use you.

You draw away from Kyle and he moves to your side again, moving his face to be level with yours. "Why don't you take a look at what he's doing hm?"

You swallow hard, raising yourself up onto your elbows. Johnny moves to your other side, lips by your other ear.

"He's stretching you so much. You're taking a lot. More than we thought you could." Kyle smiles. He hears you take in a sharp breath at a particularly hard thrust from Simon. He was getting sloppy with it. Seeing the lost look in your eyes is drawing him close.

"Your body is taking us so well darling. We knew you would."

You look up, eyes snapping to Ghosts and he gets chills down his spine at the look you're giving him.

"Happy Valentines Day, Y/N." It leaves Simon's lips and you can barely see his mouth move behind his mask. He doesn't expect you to cum.

You moan out, closing your eyes as you reach another orgasm, this one more intense than the first. Your clit throbs as you draw your hand away from it, nearly crying at the overstimulation. "Oh fuck!" Simon gasps, feelling you tense around him, pulsing with each beat of your heart.

He clutches your thigh harder than he intends when he finishes, eyes rolling back into his head when fills the condom. You gasp, feeling the warmth of it. How the hell were you going to do this another two times? You don't know where he's off to when he pulls away.

"M'kinda close already from your mouth darling, don't laugh when I don't last." Kyle jokes. You give him a lazy smile. You didn't see it, but he's got a condom on. You flinch when he slides into you. "You alright?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod your head. "If it's too much, we'll stop."

You smile at him. "I'm alright Kyle. Thank you." You breathe. Kyle had length on the rest of them, reaching parts of you untouched. You were already sensitive before, but knew you'd be pushing your body to the limits with him. You can't cum four times, surprised by the fact that they've even gotten two so close together. Your eyes water as he starts in, thrusting into you. He can't be as rough because he doesn't want to hurt you.

You've already taken so much. Soap cups your breasts, you tilt back to take him into your mouth. You surprise him.

He gasps when you take him down, sucking at the tip of his cock before taking him further down "Your lips look so pretty wrapped around me." He breathes, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers, hearing you gasp. You glide your hand up to entwine your fingers with Johnny's and he doesn't draw back, letting you clutch onto him.

You can tell how close Kyle is by how he starts to shake. His hands shake as he rests them on your thighs. His pants are uneven.

His face contorts in pleasure, teeth gritted and bared as he finishes deep into the condom, this time you can feel the force of his orgasm against your walls. You gasp out at the feeling.

You draw away from Johnny and he's quick to take Kyle's place. You couldn't take much more and he knew it. That's why he's going last.

Johnny is the best at being affectionate. At making love.

He slides the condom down around himself. Like the others had.

He pushes you up further on the bed, entering you much slower than the others, even going as far to give you a moment to adjust to him before he moves. You look up at him, almost as if giving him the approval to move. He draws back and thrusts into you, seeing you flinch slightly. He was really deep and you were overstimulated already.

"You think you can give me one more darling?" He smiles. You shake your head. "I don't know Johnny. It's a lot." You pant. Your eyes are already watery but he keeps his pace. "I think you can, lass. You've done so well for me. Done so good." He breathes. "One more doll. Just one. Focus on me."

He lowers himself to hover over you. Using his body weight on top of you to keep you grounded. "Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"Will you kiss me again?"

He doesn't respond, just presses his lips to yours. He's surprisingly a really good kisser, lips moving with yours.

You don't know why you're reacting to him like you are but just his kiss alone has that knot forming once more. You know this one may even hurt. He draws away, brushing your hair out of your face. "You feel so fucking good around me. You are so tight." He breathes. "You're doing so good darling, got me so close already." He bites his lip, trying to contain his moans.

He was getting close but he wants one more from you. Just one more.

He grasps your hand, bringing it up to your clit. "I can't Johnny, too much."

"Try for me doll. Just once."

You flinch when you touch your own clit. Thighs shivering as you ghost over it with your fingertips. You're so close.

The others hear your cry from just outside the door, cheeks turning pink at just the sound of you.

Johnny groans when you pulse around him, tears stream from you eyes and he finishes just in time as you push him away. It was nearly too much.

He finishes with a grunt, letting his high take over him.

When he comes down from it, he moves himself from on top of you.

You're panting out, tears still streaming from your eyes as you settle down. You've taken a lot tonight and they know it. But they just wanted to show you what you meant to them.

"I'll help you get cleaned up. give me a sec." He breathes, moving to get dressed and draping a blanket over you so that he could carry you to the showers. He knows once you're clean you'll fall asleep quick. While you're gone, the others help clean up the mess of rose petals and candles, changing your sheets for you as well.

Best Valentines Day ever.

[kiss4tell]

𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐏✩𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, task force 141.

happy valentines day to everyone who daydreams about getting dicked down by their favorite 141 boys ₊˚⊹♡

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ༝༚༝༚ after a long, exhausting day that left simon sweaty and sore, all he wanted was to come home to his sweet angel, to hold you in his arms and let the weight of the world melt away. so when he walked through the door and saw you in the kitchen, making his favorite dinner in nothing but those pretty little panties and his shirt slipping off your shoulder, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. he pulled you into the bedroom, taking his time, making sure you felt every inch of him inside you, letting you know exactly what you do to him.

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 ༝༚༝༚ johnny never had much luck in relationships—either his emotional baggage was too much, or his… passion in the sack was a little overwhelming. so when the prettiest bird he’s seen in a long, long time comes up to him at the bar, hitting him with brain-melting pickup lines that leave him weak in the knees, he knows he has to take you home. he has to show you exactly how much he appreciates the ego boost, and he does it in the only way he knows how—with his cock, making damn sure you know just how wanted you are.

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 ༝༚༝༚ as much as john would love to drive you into the mattress the second he comes home from a three-week-long deployment, he knows you deserve more than that—you’ve been waiting so patiently for him, after all. so instead, he takes his time, worshipping you with his hands, tracing them over every inch of your body like he’s memorizing you all over again, pressing kisses to your heated skin before finally pumping his fingers inside you, watching the way your pretty face changes with every curl, every stroke, every sweet little noise that slips from your lips.

𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 ༝༚༝༚ there’s nothing kyle loves more than watching every expression you make as he takes you in missionary, his dark eyes drinking in every flutter of your lashes, every parted gasp, every way your body reacts to him. he times his thrusts just right, keeping his pace deep and calculated, watching the way your tits bounce with each one, unable to resist pinching them, suckling them, cupping them in his hands just to see you squirm. his lips stay close to your ear, whispering praise after praise, letting you know exactly how much you mean to him, exactly how good you feel wrapped around him, exactly how fucking lucky he is to have you.

[eyelambspider]

hey I love ur writing.

Can you please do like any other the cod men x a chubby reader who's rlly self conscious and stuff??

idk it's rlly self indulgent

ty ♡ and its alright, I write readers like this! as for the characters and content, i sort of put a bit of everything for you soooo- here ya go!

♡ Hold You || COD Hcs

┊pairing : gn!reader x price, gaz, soap, ghost ┊content warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, nsfw, angst ┊a/n : the last hc zaps my brain so fiercely

soap! unprompted would always compliment you. its assurance, sure, but he genuinely loves your body.

soap! will always steal glances at your hips, waist, arms and hands. he would love physical affection in anyway. cuddling, or always having a hand on you gently. (it happens so often that he doesn't even notice he's doing it)

soap! is speaking to someone but his fingers are gently rubbing formless circles on your thigh or brushing his knuckles against your soft hands as if he wants to hold it.

price! would love your thighs. to feel them warming his ears and over his shoulders, his face nestled in your heat and savoring you with his tongue.

price! doesn't let you try to squirm away or try to hide if your shy. his hands are always on your hips and sides, skimming up under your shirt to feel your stomach.

the taskforce men who especially love to trace the stretchmarks on your skin. fingertips gently marveling at how soft the skin is.

ghost! just picking you up like nothing despite your worried protests. his hands sliding under your thighs and ass to hoist you up onto a counter to kiss you and smother your mumbles.

ghost! likes when you wear what you like. he might not say much when he first catches you wearing a shirt that's not baggy and actually fits you well. his brown eyes always linger a bit too long in their usual 'nonchalant' manner before they soften, like he's smiling under his mask.

gaz! this man would love sleeping with you. you are the warmest damned thing he's ever held and it shouldn't surprise you when you wake up the morning to have him practically laying on you. his head on your chest or stomach, arms on either side of you and body between your legs.

gaz! has boundless patience and time solely for you when you're having a really bad day. crying and so unsure about your body and how you look. anything you need, he'll get it for you. sitting with you, tucking a blanket around both of your laps and letting your head rest on his chest until your mind is off of it. whisper assurances that you're perfect into your temple... but most importantly, just hold you close.

(with love from @lady-boketto) ghost! sending you a video of him bench pressing your weight when you try to worry about him carrying you all the time.

[shinningdance]

Undercover prep

something silly :))

summery: you help the guys getting ready for an undercover mission. Silly little moments ヾ(≧▽≦)ヾ

warnings: none!!

words: 1166

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"What even is that?" Johnny asks, turning his face so you couldn't put that weird thing on his face.

"Eye shadow..? I'm making that fake scar on your cheek with that." You explain, gently putting a small bit of it on his cheek, faking a healed scar.

You're currently sitting on his lap, his hands on your thighs to keep you stable and so he doesn't accidentally knock something over. When you agreed to help them get ready, they didn't think it would go like this, not that they're complaining.

From the corner of your eye you can see John tying his tie, which doesn't match his suit at all. Not even a tiny bit.

"Please tell me you have another tie." You huff and shake your head slightly before focusing on Johnny's fake scar again.

John pauses and looks down at the tie in his hands. "I do...but what's wrong with this one?"

"Brown suit and gray tie don't match, simply rule." Kyle answers for you, tying his own tie. Well, at least he's trying.

"They do match, no?" John asks, frowning at the tie before putting it down. "...Which color then?"

"burgundy." You answer almost immediately. "It should be in the third drawer."

While the other men are scattering around trying to piece their outfits together, you keep drawing the fake scar onto Johnny's cheek. He keeps starring at your face with a goofy grin on his lips. He lets you move his face left and right as you try to get the best angle to draw.

"Do i have something on my face?" You mumble without meeting his eyes, too busy perfecting the fake scar.

"Just bonnie eyes..." He grins, squeezing your thighs gently. His grin grows wider as you gently push at his chest.

"Let me concentrate." You warn, grip becoming tighter on the brush.

The door opens, Simon entering with a small plastic bag from the nearest store. His long legs carry him towards you and the Scot, what would be at least 10 steps for you are hardly 5 for him.

"Got the hair gel." He mutters, voice low as ever.

"Thank you..just put it down on the table." pointing towards said table you realize there is zero space. A small mirror and the make up scattered on it. "...nevermind, put it on the floor."

The only answer you get from his is a small grunt as he does what you say.

"Who's the unlucky bloke who's hair is getting destroyed?" Johnny chuckles, feeling not one bit sorry for the man.

You pause mid stroke and look at his shit eating grin, turning your head towards Simon, you can see the smile under his balaclava.

"You are the unlucky bloke." crossing his arms and tilting his head at the Scot you can see the amusement in his eyes.

Johnny's grin falters for a split second before he quickly recovers, shaking his head with mock seriousness.

"Nah, nah, not happening. My hair’s got a reputation, mate. You wouldn’t ruin a national treasure, would ya?" He looks at you with big, pleading eyes, but you’re already reaching for the gel Simon brought.

"National treasure? More like a national disaster," Kyle chimes in from the other side of the room, struggling with his cufflinks.

John chuckles as he swaps his tie, while Simon crouches down, inspecting the products on the floor with mild disinterest.

"You’ll survive," you say, scooping a small amount of gel onto your fingertips. Before Johnny can protest further, your fingers are already running through his hair, working the product in. He tenses for a moment, then sighs dramatically, slumping slightly in the chair.

"If this goes wrong, I’m blaming you," he mutters, though he doesn’t move away.

"You trust me, don’t you?" you tease, raising a brow as you continue styling his hair.

Johnny hums, then smirks. "With my life. But my hair? That’s pushing it."

Simon huffs out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle, and Kyle mutters, "Dramatic bastard."

"You love me," Johnny fires back.

"Questionable."

"You’re all children," John comments, straightening his tie in the mirror.

"Yet you keep us around," Simon replies smoothly.

You finish with Johnny’s hair, tilting your head as you inspect your work. "Alright, not bad. You look less like a feral dog and more like a decent human being now."

Johnny gasps, hand flying to his chest. "Ye wound me, bonnie."

You roll your eyes, grabbing a cloth to wipe your hands. "You’ll live. Now, go put on your damn jacket before I start matching your tie to your socks too."

"Can't exactly do that with you on my lap." he counters, leaning back in the chair.

"If you'd let go of my waist i could actually stand up." You retort.

"What is going on with your tie?" John mumbles as he looks over to Kyle, who is taking his tie off again.

"Not my fault this tie doesn't know how to cooperate." he grumbles and looks away, almost bashfully.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you stand up from Johnny's lap, ignoring the small whine he makes. You pick the tie up and turn Kyle so he's facing you.

Without saying anything you begin to do his tie, a simple windsor knot. You gently pat his chest after you're done and step back. "Don't you look handsome" You grin and feel your cheeks flush as he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"You don't look to bad yourself." he smiles and gently drops your hand.

A second later you can feel another body pressed against your back, their head going for your neck in an instant. Simon's arms go around your waist, holding you against him. "It's devastating that you're not with us on this mission, would love to see you all dolled up."

You grin and lean back, one hand lifting to pat his cheek. "You can always take me on a date, would be all dolled up for you."

"Next Saturday, just get dressed up and leave the rest to us." John declares, already planning on which restaurant you all will go to.

"I call dibs on picking up the lass!" Johnny states as he re-appears in a dashing navy suit, the fake scar on his cheek and his new hair style making him look like a completely different person.

"No fair! You did that last time, it's my turn." Kyle protests and pulls you into his arms, stealing you from the tall man.

"Maybe that's something we should discuss after the mission?" Simon questions, shaking his head at this silly argument.

"He's right, let's go." John commands, but before he leaves he places a quick but loving kiss to your forehead.

Simon places a quick kiss to the top of your head before following his captain.

The two sergeants place a messy kiss on each of your cheeks before you're left alone in your home, waiting for your return.

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a/n: like every damm time i gave up towards the end :(( already questioning if i want to make a part 2 of this where the focus is on the undercover mission. thoughts???（＾▽＾）

[zombiec4ke]

Before I knew you

soap x reader

CW: canon-typical violence, blood, probably ooc, summary: word goes after a mission goes south that a mole is among the base...when tensions rise fingers are pointed part 1-

The mission was shit, to say the least. Gaz caught a bullet in his side – nothing too major, thankfully. Soap barely moved out of the way just in time to avoid having his head blown off by a sniper. Ghost and you were the only two who came out of it completely unharmed... well, also Price, but he'd stayed back for most of the mission, saying orders from afar.

The worst part of a failed mission wasn't the pain nor the scars, It was the silence that filled the heli on the way back to base..usually soap was chirping random pick-up lines and jokes as Ghost groaned and rolled his eyes under his balaclava. But now Soap was quiet and Gaz was pale, clutching his side, his breaths shallow and uneven.

"Situation report" the sound of the Capt's voice tumbles through the silence and everyone's head turns to him as he spoke. Ghost sat up even straighter if that was even possible, the man sits like he has a metal plate in his back. "Mission failed, Gaz sustained a gunshot wound, but is now stable" he pauses to look over at Gaz who gave a shaky hand wave before looking back forward and continuing, "We extracted, but the enemy was expecting us, Too much intel on their side..none on ours" you silently nodded as Ghost spoke, the stoic Lt was the most mature of the Task force, somehow beating Price in the contest. but even the least mature knows how to read a room when it's needed...the sound of the heli's descent made you breathe a sigh through your nose. Price however held a hand up causing you to sit back down and he clears his throat. "After action reviews will go along as always, Gaz hit the medbay and everyone report to the briefing room, I want to know what the hell went wrong. You may go now" Price finishes and you stand back up and the hatch of the heli opens hitting you with the fresh (not full of death) air

you move to help Gaz up from the seat but it seems as if a medic was informed earlier because a petite woman was waiting by the hatch with a med kit. "One of our not-so-pretty mission eh Soap" you shoulder bump the scot who lets out a deep sigh as he brings a hand to ruffle your hair "Hey! I already have my own sweat in my hair 'dont need yours too" you swat soaps hand away with a playful glare before shutting up as Ghost actually glares at the two of you "Oi, stop your quarrel and get to the briefing room...now" ~ magic scene change ~

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The briefing room was silent, except for the low hum of the pipes. You found a seat near the back, next to Ghost, who was surprise surprise, montone as always... Soap, on the other hand, was fidgeting, his leg bouncing, his eyes scanning the room.

Price stood at the front, his once calm ocean eyes were now a raging tempest and you all were the boats stuck in the middle of it.

Price began to pace, his boots thudding against the tiled floor. "This was a disaster. A complete and utter failure. We walked into a trap. They knew our every move, every plan. Someone..." he paused, his eyes going to each teammate "someone betrayed us." "Y'mean there's a mole?" Soap stops his foot tapping looking up at the room and Price nods causing Soap to mutter a scottish curse word.

"Precisely, we'll run checks, cross-reference intel," Price continued, his voice low "Until then we are issuing a lockdown, no leaving base at all." as soon as the words left Price's lips the air in the briefing room thickened with suspicion. Every glance felt like an accusation, every silence a loaded question.

You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the weight of the room pressing down on you...everyone's gaze wasn't friendly..wasn't familiar...it was full of disgust and anger. "Everyone will go to their barracks, curfew is now added..no going out after 21:00" Price doesn't add anymore and just gets up and leaves.

The crowd started to get smaller as soldiers leave, and you took a moment to gather yourself. As you were about to make your way to the door Ghost’s presence loomed beside you.

He didn’t say anything, but you felt the familiar weight of his gaze on you. It was unsettling, the way he could make everyone seem so small with so little effort.

"Right then, I'm off" Soap’s voice cut through the silence. He forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He clapped a hand on your shoulder, "See you later lass?" he asks and you return the smile before walking out bumping into the same nurse in the process "Op- sorry miss, hows Gaz?" you didn't wanna keep her away from her duties but you just felt that you needed to know "You can call me Ann, not miss," she replied, looking up from the chart she was holding. "Gaz is stable, but he's going to need some time to recover..I'm going to have to keep an eye on him for a bit, make sure he doesn't strain himself too much." you nodded and Ann just walked away...

the walk to the barracks was short due to it being fairly close to the briefing room and you open your door flopping on the bed not bothering to take off your blood soaked uniform. The bullet proof vest you were wearing wasn't the comfiest but you didn't have the energy to change before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the time was about 01:00 when you heard a pound on your door, expecting someone like Johnny to be at your door asking random shower thoughts or just sleepwalking but to your surprise you open the door to see Ghost. "What's up, LT? Did you get a bad dream or somethin'?" you ask yawning as you lean against the door frame what you failed to notice in your sleepy dazed state was the glare of disgust Ghost gave you as he spoke up deadpanly "we can do this the hard way or the easy way" he says and you tilt your head in a confused matter...what was he talking about?? Your lack of silence though seemed to anger the lieutenant as he snapped out your actual name causing you to raise your hand in surrender "woah, touchy touchy, did you get a stick up your-" you were cut off by the cold barrel of the gun pressed against your temple and you could barely hear Ghost over the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ear "we have evidence proving you're the mole" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Whoohoo!!! Part 1!! I am surprised so many ppl liked the idea I had in my head :3 I suck at writing long fics so I'm trying my best...:') see you in part 2!

[juullllssss]

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TW: Kidnapping, Manipulation

The next time the door opens another man enters. Were the other was handsome in a rough, boyish way this one is straight up beautiful. More like a model then a kidnapper. Again everyone receives their food portion. For all that it's worth the food is delicious, in another situation you would have been thankful for a home made meal.

The other women don't talk to you, seemingly stuck in their own thoughts but you don't mind that much. Your mind is working overtime, trying to find a way out of this situation. There is not much else to do anyway. For now you are to exhausted to put up a fight. You will try to bid your time. Maybe even gain the trust of one of the men.

The next time both men step in, right behind them another men. First you didn't even register what you saw. In the dim light he appeared like a shadow, he was even taller then the other two men. They step in front of the three of you, opening your chains. And as luck would have it, the man with the mohawk is the one in front of you.

"Ye must 'ave been scared, bonnie, be'ave an we will take care of ya, aye?" You stay silent, looking at him like a prey at a predator, trying to figure out what will happen to you all. His hands are calloused again confirming your suspicion that he must have some kind of job which requires a lot of hard labor.

The men bring you up the stairs. In front of you, you can hear one of the women crying. Maybe the red head, you had heard her before. You had played with the thought of talking to her, she seemed so scared the past days. But her gaze never swayed in your direction. You wondered if someone from your friends was already searching for you. How many days had it been? Was your family worried? Shit you didn't tell anyone where you were going.

It seems the room you were staying in was in reality a basement, connected to a huge house. The men guided you through a kitchen passing into a hallway. Dragging you into the room on the other side, which seemed to be the living room. And there on a big couch sat another men. You were scared of the others before but seeing the man sitting on the couch, waiting for your arrival, did something else to you. You could not make out if you were in awe or stuck in terror. He waited, like a king would wait on his subjects. Gaze firm, with a air around him that screamed authority. He was leaning forward his elbows resting on his thick thighs. The other Men lined you up, you held your breath waiting what would happen next.

The eyes of the older man drifted over the three of you, studying, judging. the red haired women was still crying but not saying anything, not wanting to repeat what happend to the first women. The black haired women was silent, looking down, you could swear her jaw would break if she clenched any harder. Then the man on the couch spoke up. "You must be wondering what you are doing here, i 'm Captain John Price, these are my men, Johnny, Kyle and Simon." He gestured to the men behind you, in the order of their names. "you were picked by us, we wanted.. to know more about you...." He seems to keep his words wage, trailing of in the end. For a moment you think you heard him wrong, what did that even mean? With a quick look to the other women you made up your mind, he told them his and his men names, that must mean something right?

"You are not trafficker's? What does all this mean?" You try to keep your words steady, strong. You nearly apologize when 'Johns' Gaze lands on you. Lucky for you he doesn't seem to take offense to your questions, a small smile on his face. "No, we won't give you away and it means that you will live here for a while... until everything is decided." Again some wage answer in the end. Why did that sound so threatening? But for now it doesn't sound like they would hurt you, well not all of them. With a quick look back you can see this 'Johnny' smiling back at you. Damn if you didn't know what he can do you could be fooled by that killer smile.

John emphasized that nothing would happen as long as you all behaved, promising to take care of every need. Well every need except freedom of course. A 'Hypocrite' floods through your mind at that. This time it is the model 'Kyle' taking you by the arm and guiding you towards the stairs upwards. How big was this house? You tried being discreet while looking around, mapping out the house inside your head. Apparently not discreet enough, a press on your arm makes you look up to Kyle, "Don't even think about it, lovie. Believe me we are faster." His gaze is nearly pleading, mixed with his soft brown eyes it gives you the feeling he was disappointed in you. for a moment you feel guilt bubble in you, before giving yourself a imaginary pinch. Is this what Stockholm Syndrom is?

Your mood is already a lot better after a long, hot shower. Scrubbing the dirt away makes you feel like a brand new women. You could nearly ignore this whole situation, but a knock from your "bodyguard" brings you back. When you step out in your new clothes, Kyles eyes drag over you appreciatively. "Looking good in our clothes, they suit you." Suddenly you had the urge to strip everything of again.

He guides you towards the end of the hallway. With a apologetic smile he turns towards you, "For now you will all stay together, try to get some sleep, must have been a hard time" His words sound so sweet and again you have to remind yourself that this is on of your captors. Then he closes the door behind you. With the sound of a lock you are again captive.

[thechaoticcheese]

TWs: Smut, Poly, Oral, IDK lower parts reader is GN so no bits are mentioned, Exhibitionism(ish), Fingering/Handjob, Faux Choking. UH IDK ENJOY

Word Count: 4,315

Happy Valentine’s Day From Task Force 141 - Smut(GN!Reader x 141) - One Shot

Valentine’s day. A day you never really celebrated. Exes often disappointed you and whenever it was V-Day at school no one really batted you an eye. So the day wasn’t your thing. Maybe that’s why everyone in Task Force 141 wanted to make it so special. See you joined the SAS around March, and well, let’s just say, mid August everyone got super close. They were before, but you just were the bow on top of everything. So when they were tossing around ideas for the day and you said you’d pass giving out an idea, then explaining that you didn’t do Valentine’s day, the four men seem to put in a plan to make it the best day of your year this time.

Price was first. You woke up to a wonderful smelling breakfast in the commons room that was oh so suspiciously quiet. You looked at him with a sleepy smile, your palm gently rubbing the sleep out of your eye.

“What’s all this for?” You asked heading over to him as he was sliding down a heart shaped pancake onto a plate from a spatula with some fresh fruits and scrambled eggs.

“Hm? Oh your breakfast, love.” Price said in a loving tone as he gave you the plate, placing a fork and butterknife on top. “Top it ��owever you want. I’ll join ya at the table. Just let me clean up.” His white tank top hugged his broad chest well, his chest hair peeking out peppered with greys. You could only blush as your eyes mistakenly wandered lower where loose grey sweatpants covered his lower half, but you couldn’t not mistake that outline of his prick against the fabric. It made you clear your throat as you passed, opening the fridge to see what toppings sounded good. You could feel your heart flutter as you try to clear the unsavoury thoughts from your head as you choose your toppings. You could hear Price cleaning up the dishes, the water running and the sound of a sponge scrubbing against the pan. Once you topped the pancake how you wanted it, you went to sit down at the table and Price was soon to follow. However, he didn’t sit down next to you. His hand gently rubbed your shoulder as his hands trailed lower down your side. “Price?” You asked as he leaned over you, his hand gracing its way to your thigh and rubbing it gently as his lips met yours. Your eyes widened for a moment before you kissed back before Price dragged his lips across your cheek to your ears.

“I hope you don’ min’ if I have you for breakfast d’ya love?” He growled in your ear, the warm breath ghosting over the skin of your ear. Your stomach turned with anticipation as your breathing got shaky.

“I-I… I guess.. B-but what about being seen?” You whimper out as his hand trailed up your thigh, gently rubbing his fingers up against your crotch. “Told the rest to piss off from the commons room ‘til noon so we got a few hours.” He grumbled as his lips went further down your neck, hand cupping your crotch and gently massaging it as a whimper fell from your lips.

“Al… Alright.” You breathily responded as he chuckled before he moved underneath the table, spreading your legs, his tongue licking just right at the sensitive spot as you took in a deep breath. Even through two layers of fabric, his warm wet tongue was enough to get you going, your stomach churning warmly as your crotch got even hotter. “Try to eat your breakfast, love, before it gets cold.” He said looking up with those piercing blue eyes.

You bite your lower lip as you shakily take the fork and attempt to eat, though your attention was taken to the Captain on the ground, kneeling before you as he slowly takes off your pants. You shifted your hips to help as he also skillfully takes off your underwear in one swoop. His warm wet tongue graced your skin as you took a bite of the pancake he lovingly cooked for you. The flavor was to die for but his tongue caressing you was the only thing that filled your mind as pleasure took a hold of your body. You bucked your hips gently towards his mouth. He didn’t complain, but only groaned softly as you felt his tongue continue to work with you. Your free hand gripped at the table’s edge as you slowly made it way through your breakfast. It seemed like it was quick to get cold. Though it even tasted good then. “P-Price… Jesus… P-Price sl-low down…” You whimpered out as he continued to use his mouth and tongue to pleasure you up until you swallowed your last bite. You were panting, and you had lost count at this time of how many times he pushed you over the edge. You gently patted his ruffled hair that you hand mindlessly gripped, wincing at the thought that you might’ve accidentally pulled out some of his locks while he was giving you the best oral you’d ever had. Price pulled away licking his lips, his beard dripping with your spend, pre and his spit. You bring him up, putting two fingers under his chin before you licked at his beard then to his lips. He kissed you as soon as your lips touched his. “Let me help you with that…” You murmur softly as your hand trailed down to his bulge that was just twitching for attention, he chuckled and gently gripped your wrist right before you could touch it. “Nah. Don’ worry darlin’. I’ll have Gaz look after it after he’s done with ya. You go enjoy your day today, hm?” Price responded gently as he pulled away, gently helping get your pants and underwear back up before taking your plate to the sink. “Thanks… Uhm… Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond with a gentle chuckle, flushing more as Price glanced back, surprised that you actually said it.

“‘Appy Valentine’s Day.” A smile crossed his lips before going back and doing the dish for you as you left the commons room, trying your best not to think if the others had something planned. It was probably just a one off thing with Price.

-

A few hours passed and you were about to hand in some papers you meant to the day before to Price when someone gripped your forearm and drug you into a pitch black closet.

“Alright. Which one of you is it?” You asked as you carefully shifted the papers to one hand. Whoever it was had let your wrist go. Your hand reached for the light before the papers in your hands were snagged away. Then you were pinned against a wall with lips pressed against yours. Now you couldn’t mistake any of your men’s lips. Price, soft, but you could always feel his whiskers whenever your lips met. Ghost’s was thin, always needing chapstick, but enjoyable nonetheless. Soap, well he was always kind of a messy kisser, that, and like Ghost, his lips were thin, but he kept them soft as well. So that leaves one man, Gaz. As soon as his lips left yours, he softly chuckled. “‘Pologies for the surprise angel. Didn’t think we’d get a chance to sneak away today. I got you some chocolates and flowers, roses. Though I think I’ll give you that after we’re done here. An’ don’ worry about those papers. I’ll turn’em in. Just relax and I’ll take care of ya.” His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips reconnected with yours. His thumbs caressing your cheeks as you kiss him back. His hands trailed down your neck, one staying gently pressed against the bottom of your throat as his other hand caressed your clothing before going underneath your top, feeling up your stomach until his fingers danced their way to your nipples. His fingers played with your numb temporarily before his hand gently messaged away at your breast. His hand gentle with each movement as that familiar warm feeling hit your stomach and crotch. “Gaz…” You whimpered softly into the kisses you two swapped as his fingers gently tightened around your throat gently. Your breath hitched as his hands and fingers continued to tease your chest. His knee gently nudged its way between your legs as his hand slid from your chest back down your stomach to tease at the hem of your pants. His fingers gently tugged at the hem as they hooked into them, bringing your hips against his before gently grinding up against your hips before his hand gently rubbed against you before pausing. Gaz brought his hand out of your pants before pulling away, licking his fingers before gently shoving them back into your pants as his fingers went to town on your just like Price’s tongue was doing hours before You gasped as your body shivered before Gaz’s plump and wet lips gently pressed against your neck. His teeth teasing against your skin, but not willing to put much pressure on it to leave a hickey. Though you could  tell how desperately he wanted to. One of your hands landed on his hips as you gently grind against his hand and fingers going to town on you as you pulled him closer. Your other hand snaked up your shirt and started to knit at your chest like a cat. Massaging the skin and nipple as you whimpered out in pleasure, your head turning ever so slightly as you soon found your lips met with hesitant fingers as they tapped gently against your lips. You opened your mouth ever so slightly more before you felt his finger slip into your mouth, muffling the sounds that were escaping from it.

“There you go angel… Now you can make all the noise you want.” Gaz softly spoke into your neck before he finally let his urges take over as his teeth sunk into your neck. A muffled whimper left you as he started to grind against you. “Faaaahk…” He huffed against your skin, “ Shit I told the guys they could have you, but… You're too temptin’ angel.” Gaz growled out as he pushed you back up against the wall, his hand pushing down your underwear and pants as he pressed your hips against him as he started to grind against you, his wet hand gripping your waist. You could feel his bulge growing with each hump as he started to pant more against your neck. The grinding was getting to you. Your hand gripped his hip tighter as you desperately wanted to moan his name, but his fingers stayed in your mouth. “Jesus angel… I dunno about you, bu’ Imma have ta take ya.” Gaz panted against your neck before you slightly nodded your head. Part of you wanted to give the man a blowjob right then and there, but the offer of feeling the man inside of you was too tempting to give up, so you allowed yourself to suck gently on his fingers. “Such a tease, angel.” He chuckled out before undoing his own belt and sliding off his pants. He pressed his bulge against you again, but you could feel the warm wet pre on his boxer fabric that tried to soak into you as he continued to grind, his prick twitching needily against you. You rolled your hips against him as your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you grinded against each other, his boxers slightly slipping down before he growled out softly and took his cock out and gently prodded your entrance. He made sure that his pre had lubed you up a good amount before slowly sliding himself in you with a soft whimper escaping you as he grunted softly. His hips started slow as he let himself indulge in your tight walls. Your moans doing its best to be heard through his fingers as Gaz slowly thrusted up into you. God it felt so good after the teasing he just did to feel the man stuffed within you. Gaz slowly thrusted into you faster as both of your breathing got more ragged the more and more Gaz gets further in you. His hand gripped your hips tighter as he shuffled a bit, repositioning to get better excess before he started to steadily piston in and out of you. Both of your pants and noises filled the dark closet as he kept an even a steady pace. Christ was this amazing. He was so gentle about it, but it was getting you to the edge. “Mmmpph!” You were trying to cry out his name, tell him how close you were as he continued to pump in and out of you. “I know, angel…” He murmured out as he quickly picked up. You arched your back as he does. He nuzzled away the fabric of your shirt to bite at your collarbone, earning him a soft gasp as your body shivered. That’s when he pulled out and groaned softly. “Can’t leave behind evidence. They’ll have my hide.” Gaz chuckled before removing his fingers from your mouth before kissing you as you came down from the high of your orgasm.

Gaz shuffled up your underwear and pants before doing the same for himself once he made sure you had an even footing on the ground and were against the wall. You hear him grab your papers before feeling a box and a small bouquet of flowers enter your hands then a kiss to your forehead. “Go clean up before the other two get ta ya. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Gaz whispered before leaving. You waited a few minutes as you gathered your thoughts. The other two? Did Ghost and Soap have some sort of surprise for you too? You shivered at the thought that the guys went all out and you got them literally nothing, but it was two for four right now. You’d have to find out later.

-

After you left the closet, the roses that Gaz had chosen for you were white while the chocolate box was a generic assortment of them. Nothing special or fancy or Valentine’s day related. It made you smile that the guys seemed to be absolutely trying their best to make this day special. Even if it was just a bunch of sex and small gestures so far. You chuckled to yourself as you approached your room and before you could even turn the knob, the door swung open and there was Ghost. He looked as shocked to see you as you were to see him. He then gently pulled you inside by your shoulders as there seemed to be someone else in the room with him. He sounded disgruntled and ready to leave, but when he saw you, Soap stopped complaining.

“I see ye’ve ran into Gaz already!” Soap exclaimed with a big smile, gesturing to the gifts that Gaz got you. The two were weirdly standing by each other, doing their best to block your view to your room which made your brows furrow as you tried to look past them but they were insistent on you not looking, not yet. “Uhm… Y-yeah.” You responded as you looked at the two absolutely confused. “Well uhm… Ye wanna… Put ‘em on the er… The table.” Soap said, trying to be calm about what you were about to see as he shuffled himself and Ghost out of the way. That’s when you saw the white rose petals, more than likely fabric, because oh lord there was a lot, trailing from the door to your bed where it was circled with more petals to the wall. There were fake candles lit up around the bed as well, flickering with electricity as your bed had the only colored petals, red. It spelled out: HAPPY VDAY FROM 141 with a heart that was outlined in red petals but filled with white ones. “Oh jesus… Guys…” You could feel tears start to swell up in your eyes as you feel both of the men behind you start to panic as you walk towards your bed. “I-If ya don’ like et, w-we understan’-” Soap panickedly started to speak. “Y-Yeah! We can take it down right away-” Ghost was quick to add. “No… No. I… This is really sweet. First the breakfast, then the gifts…” You gently hold up the flowers and chocolates before gently setting them on the bedside table. You were getting teary eyed at this point and you didn’t even realize it. You turned to them with a big smile and Soap was quick to run over and wipe away any falling tears. There was still fear in his blue eyes as he held your face in his hands. “Sh… Sh… Don’ cry.” Soap softly said.

You gently place your hands on his as you only smiled more. “They’re happy tears, Soap. You guys have definitely made my day… And I… Even after all of your talking. I didn’t get ya a damn thing.” More tears spilled over as Soap seemed at a loss for words as his thumbs kept at their job at being your window wipers for your tears. “Don’t worry, love.” Ghost’s deep gravelly voice responded, his hands going onto your shoulders as he stepped behind you. His hands massaged your shoulders gently.

“Ya. We weren’ expec’in not’in’!” Soap piped up as his face lit up. “Today was fer ye.” You nodded slightly. “Yeah… I figured… Price didn’t let me help him earlier… But… I don’t know… It still feels wrong. Imma need to pay him back.” A soft sigh left your mouth before Soap shook his head as you heard a ‘tsk tsk’ behind you. You try to look back at Ghost, but Soap’s hand gently guides your gaze back to him. “Nae. Price knew wha’ ‘e was doin’. If ‘e tol’ ye no’ta worry ‘bout et, t’en don’ worry ‘bout et.” Soap said before kissing your cheeks softly. “Now. Ye up fer one last round wit’ te big boys?” Soap teased softly as you soon felt Ghost’s gloved fingers tap down your shoulders to your sides and to your waist as he gently pulled your rear against his hips.

“I… Y-Yeah…” You said with a sheepish smile before your lips collide with Soap’s. As usual his kisses were sloppy, not that you minded, because it was that kind of intense sloppy that made it work. His teeth desperately, but gently, tugging at your lower lips as you closed your eyes. You could feel Ghost start to gently tug down your pants after undoing your belt. You could feel his bulge gently grind against your rear as the fabric of his mask teased at your neck. It wasn’t before you felt both of the men’s warm skin against yours, the only thing keeping either one of them from penetrating you were their underwear. Their lips were doing one hell of a job turning you on. The kisses from Soap hadn’t stopped, and Ghost took off his mask just to cover your shoulders in hickies and soft kisses. To say your body was being overstimulated today was an understatement, but you didn’t fight it. Your room was filled with whimpering and grunting from the three of you. “Jesus, Ghost. Donnae ‘bout ye, but I t’ink it’s time this lil’ bonnie got some attention.” Soap murmured before you could hear Ghost growl softly in agreement. “Agreed.” Ghost said as he shifted down his boxers before he licked his fingers, and rubbing them against your entrance, it sent a shiver up your spine. “Now ben’ over bonnie,” Soap whispered into your ear before backing up. You obeyed the order, getting face level with his hips as the excitement you just had from Gaz suddenly fluttered back into your body. The blowy you wanted to give him could now be given to Soap and you smiled slightly as you watched as he pulled down his boxers. His prick jumped out of the fabric that was concealing his excitement. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your lips around his tip and gently sucking on it as Soap groaned out softly above you. A soft gasp left you as you felt Ghost slowly fill you back up. Your body shivered with delight as the two men were now in your body. You didn’t let your mind pause for too long, afterall, how could you leave Soap hanging like that?

You started to work at his prick, sucking softly and gently licking the tip as you pushed him further into your mouth, working carefully and meticulously as you slowly started to bob your head up and down. The gasps from Soap were worth how you were working your lips against his member. You could tell from the shutters from his body that he was trying not to thrust into your mouth and let you take your time.

Ghost on the other hand, had no problem being rougher with you. His hips harshly and quickly thrusting into you, but slowly pulling out, earning some whimpers from you that you shamelessly let rumble into Soaps’ shaft as you worked your magic with him. Your hands gripped Soap’s hips to pull him closer, getting him to fill more of your mouth before you feel his tip tease the back of your throat. You’d gotten used to going deep, so your gag reflexes weren’t the problem anymore. It was the anticipation of who would pull the trigger to go deeper. You always enjoyed teasing the boys into begging for them to go down your throat, but today just wasn’t those days. Someone could say you were cock hungry. From all the teasing from all four guys, you didn’t doubt that the description fit you, but that thought could be mulled over later. Right now, it was you, Ghost, and Soap.

Your fingers dug into the skin on Soap’s hips as Ghost pushed further into you a muffle moan leaving you as your hips pushed back against his, pushing him all the way inside to the base. Then you finally took the step to deep throat Soap. “Aye! Bonnie…!” He whimpered out as his hand caressed the top of your head, fingers trailing through your locks. You wanted him to grab your hair so damn badly like usual, but he was hesitant.

So, you shoved him further down your throat. You heard another groan as his cock twitched in your mouth and throat, bulging your neck. He gasped as his hand then instinctively gripped your hair, tugging it ever so slightly. “Ye ken ‘ow’ta work me.” Soap grumbled out in pleasure as he let his hips rock ever so slightly, matching your bobbing head. A stifled chuckle came from you as you soon found yourself working at his base. Part of you were so focused on the man in front of you that when Ghost hilted himself deeper than usual, you gasped and moaned. You hadn’t realized how close to your next orgasm you were so it felt like a surprise when it happened. Though the fun wouldn’t stop. Of course it wouldn’t. You had to at least let these two get off too since Gaz and Price refused despite everything. You could tell that Soap got the memo from your hands bruising his hips at how tightly you were gripping onto him as how determined you looked while giving him the blowjob. Ghost on the other hand, you had to buck your hips back a couple of times for him to get the memo. You were willing to scoot back if he didn’t understand when he was slowly pulling out of you. When it finally clicked he slammed himself back inside and started going faster than he ever had before. You arched your back as he quickly pistoned in and out of you as it took over how you were bobbing on Soap. Not that you minded only having to worry about keeping your teeth off the sensitive skin, but the noises that were coming from Soap was just too damn intoxicating. That and the grunts Ghost tried his best to hide only added to it as you slightly twist your head. You felt bad as your nails dug into Soap’s flesh as if trying to ground yourself as the warm feeling came back in your stomach. It was gut churning and you knew you were definitely going to need a moment afterwards and well, two beefy men could hold you. That’s when you felt both of them do that thing, the two quick thrusts before being pulled into both of them, your back straightening. You swallowed every bit of spend Soap gave you, not like you entirely had a choice, nor did you mind.

As for Ghost’s, his load was too big to keep inside so it decided to splash out onto his base, dripping down your thighs and onto the petals on the floor. The room was now filled with panting as you were slowly pulled out of, then gently set down on your bed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, bonnie.” Soap said as he gently kissed your forehead. “”Appy Valentine’s Day, love.” Ghost echoed as he kissed your hand, “Oh and uh, take the rest of the day off.” His voice sounded more like an order than the soft voice he had just used. “Thanks… Happy Valentine’s day.” You responded as they started to get dressed. They helped you get dressed as well before cleaning up so you could relax in your room the rest of the day. Soap mentioned something about dinner outside of the base before saying they’d have to text you for that because things weren't for sure. This was for sure one Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

[beloveds-embrace]

(poly 141 x fem reader) | Part One

The first thing John notices when he wakes up is warmth.

Not the dry, stifling heat of the hellhole they’d been trapped in, not the sharp burn of pain flaring beneath his ribs, but something softer, something familiar. A small hand curled over his own. The scent of clean linens mixed with something gentler, something yours.

He breathes in slowly, cracking his eyes open against the dim light filtering through the hospital room. The steady beep of monitors hums in the background, grounding him, but it’s you that he focuses on.

You’re slumped over in a chair beside his bed, forehead resting against his arm, your hand wrapped lightly around his own. Even in sleep, you hold on, fingers curled just enough to keep contact.

John exhales, letting his eyes roam over you.

You look exhausted, and it makes his heart ache.

Dark circles smudge beneath your eyes, your lips pressed into a faint frown even in unconsciousness. Your clothes are rumpled, the same ones you must have worn for days. The sight makes something in his chest twist again, a sharp pang of guilt cutting through the haze of medication.

He wants to reach for you, to trace his fingers over your knuckles and murmur your name until you wake, but he doesn’t. He lets you rest, lets you breathe. He knows you need it.

Because Christ, you must have been worried sick. He knows you, knows how much you worry for them on a good day even on the simplest of missions- and he still doesn’t know how long they’d been gone.

The memories are still blurry, slipping through his mind in broken fragments. Pain. Restraints. The weight of his men against him, Ghost half-conscious, Soap fevered and delirious, Gaz barely breathing.

And then-

He remembers you.

A shadow slipping through the chaos. A whisper-soft touch against his face. Hands steady and sure as they undid his restraints, coaxing him back to awareness.

It had to be a dream.

You weren’t trained for that. You weren’t meant for war, for blood, for the brutality of what they endured. You were their sweetheart, their delicate thing, the soft reprieve from the violence that defined their lives. He would rip apart everything in this world if it meant keeping you safe, sound and happy and far, far away from any violence.

So it couldn’t have been you.

It must have been an extraction team. That’s what had happened. Someone must have come for them, gotten them out. That was the only explanation, and the drugs must’ve messed up his mind enough he was seeing you.

But still-

He watches you now, the tension lingering in your features, the way your fingers tighten around his even in sleep, and something gnaws at the edges of his mind.

You had been there, hadn’t you?

The thought makes his head swim, exhaustion weighing heavy on him again, but he keeps his fingers tangled with yours, grip loose but unrelenting. He doesn’t want to let go.

Because for all the horror, for all the pain, for all the hell they’d been through-

You’re here.

Tired. Stressed. But here. And that’s all that matters.

For now, anyways.

The others then wake slowly, one by one.

Johnny first, groggy and confused, grumbling about how sore he is as you smooth a hand over his forehead. Kyle next, blinking against the light, his voice rough when he murmurs your name. Simon takes the longest, his body slow to rouse, but his first instinct is to reach for you, even before he fully opens his eyes.

In return, you are relentless in your care. You fuss over them, checking their bandages with the nurses’ help, brushing your fingers through their hair, whispering soft reassurances. You press ice chips to dry lips, adjust pillows, and coax them into drinking water.

When Johnny complains about the bland hospital food, you leave the room for an hour and a half and come back with something warm and homemade, tucking a spoon into his hand with a firm, eat.

When Kyle shifts restlessly, unable to get comfortable, you climb up onto his bed without hesitation, settling beside him so he can lean against you, your fingers threading through his curls gently and carefully until he sighs and relaxes.

When Simon wakes with a sharp inhale, eyes darting wildly as if expecting restraints, you’re already there, climbing onto the edge of his bed and murmuring soft reassurances into his ear, grounding him with the steady press of your body against his.

When John struggles to sit up, wincing against the pull of stitches, you scowl and press a hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back down.

“You’re pushing yourself too much,” You scold, brow furrowed in concern, arms crossed, your foot tapping on the ground. “You need to rest.”

“I’ve rested enough, love.” He rasps, voice still heavy with sleep, but he doesn’t fight you when you adjust the blankets over him.

You shake your head, lips pressing into a thin line. “Not nearly enough. Please, John.”

The worry in your voice is palpable, thick with something deeper, something almost frantic. John notices the way your fingers tremble slightly when you tuck them under the blankets, the way your shoulders remain tense, as if bracing for something unseen.

He reaches for your hand, squeezing gently. “We’re okay, love.”

Your throat bobs. You nod, but don’t speak, gaze fixed on where your fingers curl around his.

John doesn’t push.

You’ll talk when you’re ready. But for now, you keep your hands busy and full just tending to them.

Anything to keep from thinking about what comes next. What has to come next.

You smooth down the blankets over John’s chest constantly, brushing your fingers over the fabric as if that alone can shield him from the pain still lurking beneath. You press cool compresses to Kyle’s forehead when the medication isn’t enough to dull the ache. You help Johnny sit up when he needs to, spooning broth past his split lip, murmuring praise between each swallow. You lace your fingers with Simon’s when he stirs in his sleep, rubbing slow circles over his knuckles, grounding him even as you feel yourself slipping away.

You do it because they need it; because you need it, too. Because if you let yourself sit still for too long, you’ll remember the blood.

The fear- not of the blood, never, but for them; the way you had to drag them out of that hellhole with your own hands, because no one else would.

Because no one else cared enough to try.

And if you think too long about that- about how close it was and about what could have happened-

About what should have happened if you had listened to the same authorities who dismissed your pleas-

It will eat you alive.

So you focus and pour everything into them. Because as much as you love them and as much as your heart aches at the sight of their bruises, the bandages wrapped tight around their ribs, the exhaustion that weighs heavy on them-

There is still something unfinished, but not for long. Something you have to do:

Shepherd still lives and breathes the same air as them, and and you can’t allow that.

Not after what he did. Not after what he almost took from you.

Not after the endless, screaming nights you spent scouring every lead, chasing every whisper, tearing apart the world with your bare hands just to find them.

So you wait.

You tend. You soothe. You pretend. Because right now, they need you soft; They need gentle hands and quiet reassurances. They need your warmth, your care, your unwavering devotion, the one constant in all of this.

They need to believe that you are exactly the same as you were before and that nothing has changed. That you haven’t changed and reversed.

But soon-

Shepherd will never see it coming. You are keeping a bullet just for him, but he will never see it coming.

In the meantime, you don’t sleep much.

You pretend to, curling up in the chair beside John’s bed, but he knows better.

Your breathing is too shallow, never quite settling into the slow, even rhythm of true rest. Your body remains tense, shoulders stiff, fingers twitching slightly even in stillness, as if your mind is running too fast for your limbs to fully relax.

You’re thinking- plotting.

John doesn’t know what about- not yet, at the very least. But he watches you in the quiet moments, when you think no one is looking, and he sees it. The way your gaze lingers somewhere unseen, sharp and unfaltering, like you’re tracking something just beyond his reach. The way your jaw tightens in fleeting moments, your fingers flexing unconsciously before you school yourself back into softness. The way you breathe, slow and measured, as if bracing.

And it worries him.

He knows the woman who smiles at him across the kitchen table, all warmth and sleepy affection. He knows the woman who hums under her breath when she’s focused, who soothes them with gentle hands, who kisses his temple and tells him to be safe before every mission.

He knows you.

But this- this quiet, this edge-

It’s not you.

Not the way he’s always known you. And that thought lingers, gnawing at the edges of his mind as exhaustion pulls him under. Because something has changed, something has happened- something is different. And he doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know if it’s something you’ll tell him, or if it’s something you’ll try to carry alone.

And that- that- is what worries him.

Because he can see it in the way your hands still against the blanket you’ve been adjusting for the past ten minutes. He can see it in the way you chew the inside of your cheek, in the way your eyes flicker toward the door as if you’re already thinking about what’s waiting beyond it.

You’re planning something, and you won’t tell him what, and he worries so much for you, for their beloved.

But whatever it is, whatever it takes, he will be beside you even if he doesn’t understand it.

Even if it aches, knowing you are carrying something too heavy for soft hands alone.

Because he trusts you, loves you, and he will not let you bear it alone.

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.