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bunnys-kisses · 4 months ago

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show-off (johnny's version)

john "soap" mactavish

cw: smut/pwp, filming, choking, missionary, rough sex, dirty talk (johnny's got the mouth on him), dom!johnny, sub!reader, messy & rough sex, (partial) crying kink, overstimulation

simon's version | price's version | kyle's version

johnny just loved you. you met at the central branch of the public library in edinburgh. you worked as a librarian, even though most of your days were spent hauling carts of returned books around, you felt happy about it. it was a fulfilling job.

but the sargent adored you. the first thing he did when he came home from anytime away as picking you up a nice bouquet of flowers and waiting around the library till you finished up work for the day! it was a charmed little life, and you were a missing piece in johnny's life.

which is why, on a sunny summer morning, the rest of 141 found an interesting video in the team's group chat. a hefty little film that piqued the interest of the three men. the file was labeled "070824_babygirl.mp4".

the video started simple, it was a shot of you in your apartment. in the bed you shared with johnny. but what was interesting was that you were on your back, with the phone's flashlight beaming on your face which gave a clear sight of johnny's other hand around your throat.

it was a erotic sight, you were laid in the soft bed while johnny looked like he was about to fuck you well into the mattress. johnny asked, "how does it feel, baby girl?"

you nodded.

"nah, nah, use yer words." he encouraged as the pressure around your throat grew. you whimpered and he only chuckled, the camera still pointed on you.

"it feels good, johnny."

"nuh uh, uh." he said as he pushed the phone a little further towards you and said, "it ain't johnny tonight, bonnie. don't make me smack ya."

"no, sir." you swallowed, "it feels good, sir." you whined and arched your back a little.

the camera cut down to the sight of johnny's erect cock teasing your pussy. his cock was painfully hard, it was a deep red in colour and leaking precum. your pussy was soaked, with your wetness gleaming in the light of the flashlight.

"pretty thing, huh? don't cha think boys?" he laughed, "take me like a fuckin' champ too. she shouldn't countin' books, she should be countin' how many loads i can get in 'er in a day!"

you whimpered, the language johnny used was definitely not the kind he used when he was bringing you flowers at the library. this was reserved for the dirtiest depths of your bedroom at the most depraved hours of the evening.

he was such a gentleman. but behind the camera as he teased your pussy, he was a menace. mean and crass.

"i see how the boys look at ya." he chuckled darkly, his hand a little firmer on her neck, "i bet they got their pants dropped to the floor and their leaky cocks out to jerk themselves off."

you whined and arched your back. he never fully cut off your air, but the racing in your chest as the possibility of him doing that was immense.

johnny got a good shot of him feverishly making out with you. you whimpered and groaned against him. your pussy throbbed as you could feel his weight on top of you.

"pretty girl." he groaned, "fuckin' beauty. ya like that boys?" he asked the camera before he pulled away and got in position to fuck you properly. his special bonnie deserved to have his cock buried inside of her.

"sir." you whined, "please, please, please!"

johnny chuckled, he pulled his hand away from your throat and slipped his thumb between your lips. the camera trained on you, "my bonnie."

filming this was a surprise, but in a way it was johnny laying proper claim on you. the video would never leave the group chat, it would be saved under a virtual lock and key. no prying eyes except for the task force. he wanted to show that the lovely little librarian was his and his only.

as he slipped his cock into you with rather ease and watched your face scrunch up from the weight inside of you, johnny wanted his teammates to see how much of a good girl you were for him.

"ain't she just special." he purred, egging his teammates on through the camera as he fucked you. he knew he'd probably get some interesting messages once this was sent to the others. but he'd never tell you what those dogs through of you taking his cock so well.

you gripped the bed under you and you could feel the oppressive gaze of the camera on your bare body. you trusted johnny and you trusted the task force that this little video would stay safe. the last thing you wanted was the embarrassment of knowing that you took cock like a champ!

"you're so beautiful." he said, "fuckin' beautiful. don't want anyone else but you, i want to fuck you until i can't anymore. you're my bonnie, my sweet girl." his voice was laced with heavy lust, "how much you take of me, you just take it all so good."

you whimpered, "johnny."

"ah, ah, ah, don't slip up now, bonnie." he said as he squeezed your thigh, "i'd hate for this to turn into a punishment video. i know ghost would love the sight of your bruised ass." he chuckled as he continued to fuck you.

the sounds of sex filled the bedroom and picked up on the camera's microphone. it was in crystal clear audio. the boys knew that your pussy was being bruised from his heavy thrusts.

"please, sir!" you whimpered as you laid under him. you tried to keep up with his pace but it was hard, johnny could be so erratic in bed. he fucked you like a man on a mission. it was messy and loud.

"i like how you say that, girlie.' he laughed as he held your face to look at the camera. he held you jaw tightly as he watched pretty little tears form in your eyes form the over stimulation.

your core throbbed with an insistent need to have every last inch of your boyfriend's cock buried inside of you. you were just so painfully cute.

"so cute when you cry." he leaned in and kissed you on the forehead. he held your face as he pulled away to get the best angle of filming. he wanted the experience to be pleasurable for his team too. he huffed through his nose as he felt the heat in his body.

"sir." you blubbered.

johnny chuckled and watched you cry. the flashlight on the phone was so bright and made you whimper even more. but johnny just adored the sight, "pretty thing." he purred, "fuck yer little brain out so you can't even go to work tomorrow." he laughed as he bounced you on his cock.

you tried to use the sheets as leverage to keep you steady but johnny's hard thrusts just sent you into overdrive. he was battering your cute little cunt and you were practically drooling on it.

"no one at the library would've ever guessed that she was such a fuckin' hound for me cock.' he laughed, his language was degrading but it made you squeeze around his cock, "those cute little skirt hide those soaked panties. i keep tellin' 'er that i should be fuckin' 'er in the bathroom durin' 'er break! maybe the boys can give me a lil advice on how to make you more agreeable. how do ya feel about that?"

you looked up at him, tears still twinkled in your eyes as you tried to say another word, but it died in your throat as your body tensed up. you squeezed your eyes shut and your mouth opened a little as a healthy moan left your lips.

"good, bonnie." he said, "cum fer me."

you clawed at the covers and arched your back as you felt your head go into a spin. you came around his cock. you panted heavily, your lungs burned for air as you hit your peak. the drop down from it left you dizzy and your tongue hanging out of your mouth like a dog.

johnny patted your face, happy he caught your climax on camera. he turned his attention to his cock spearing you open. he pointed the device to your pussy that was still so greedy for his cock. the milky rim around the base of his cock that dripped down his hairy balls was a sign that he was treating his missus right.

he continued to bounce you on his cock. he even played with your clit a little which caused you to kick your legs out and almost yelp from the shock of pleasure. maybe that would be a little overkill (for tonight).

his pace staggered, as if it wasn't an disorganized mess already. he looked down at you with hunger as he felt his cock twitch inside of your sweet heat. you were an all consuming force and johnny was obsessed with you.

not in a stalking in a bushes sense, but rather follow you to the ends of the earth. he watched you shed a few more tears as he felt his climax in the back of his throat.

"good girl. a good little slut for me." he purred, "i bet the rest of the team is going to love it." he got in closer and asked, "do you have a little message for the boys?"

"si..sir." you whimpered.

johnny chuckled, "poor, lass." he rubbed your head by your forehead, jerking it around playfully as he continued his assault on your cunt, "fuck those last few brain cells out." his pat on your face was almost patronizing.

his orgasm pulled at him as the tight heat of your cunt lured him in. he could feel the seat down his back as he gave it a last few strokes before he slammed himself to the root and finished inside of you.

he licked his lips and slowed down. it felt so good. he swallowed in an attempt to compose himself after the intense feeling. he was still filming your sweet pussy.

"wanna tell the boys how yer doin'?" he asked after a few moments of silence with a chuckle, "pretty girl, face full of tears." his accent hung heavy as wiped your tears away with the scratchy pad of his thumb.

"feels good, sir."

"that's what i like to hear. pretty bonnie under me, legs spread up. lettin' me fuck her for ma boys." he laughed, "got me goin' all over again."

"johnny please." you whimpered.

'alright, alright." he said, his voice a little softer, "i'll turn the camera off and make sure you get fucked right to sleep. say goodnight to the team."

you blinked up at the camera, you looked like a debauched little slut as you said, "goodnight simon, goodnight captain price, goodnight kyle."

johnny patted your cheek and you melted into his touch. he said, "ma girl knows her manners." then the video cut off.

there was a message that was sent after the video was sent, it said, "pretty little thing, eh? you can only look don't touch!" <3

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the-raindeer-king · 4 months ago

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You're well aware that your status as the only woman amongst the 141 gets you lots of stares. Plenty of people jeering with jealousy over one thing or another. You've learned to live with it. You've got bigger things to worry about.

But this was definitely a first.

You had been working on some documents, putting together some last minute intel, when your concentration was broken by giggling. Two of the recruits, whose names currently evade your mind, approach where you're sitting, giggling amongst themselves.

“Sargent, we were wondering if you could help us,” one of them, blonde, pipes up.

The other, brunette, giggles again, her cheeks flushed pink. “It's just a quick question, ma'am.”

You stare blankly at them. Don't they have better shit to do than bother you? You let out a loud sigh, annoyed. You certainly have better shit to do than entertain them. But you offer them a tight lipped smile anyway, and reply, “Sure, ask away.”

“How do you get any work done with Sargent MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley around?”

Another blank stare. How do you get work done around Ghost and Soap? You raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to elaborate.

“I mean, MacTavish is so charming -”

“And funny!”

“- and he's so handsome. And the Lieutenant is so mysterious under that mask. And his voice is so…” she trails off, her cheeks darker than before.

All you can think of is this morning, at breakfast, when Ghost forgot to take his mask off and tried to drink his tea, nearly waterboarding himself. And how, in response, Johnny laughed so hard he shot milk from his nose. So, at the moment, charming and mysterious are not words you would use to describe them.

Charming is a word strictly used to describe another member of your team. One with pretty brown eyes that shine like amber in the sunlight. One with a honeyed voice that makes you a little weak in the knees. One that these Privates are not asking about.

You blink, breaking yourself out of your thoughts. There must be a look on your face, because the rookies giggle like they've caught you red handed.

“You'll learn that all men are dogs,” you reply sternly. “No amount of pretty words is worth dying for.”

Hypocrite, you think. You'd throw yourself in the line of fire, if it meant hearing Gaz laugh. You'd dragged yourself out of the pits of hell, just for a chance to see him smile once more. Just to hear him call your name, always so fond when he does.

“Oh my god!” One of the girls squeals. “You've got a crush!”

“Is it MacTavish? Because he's so dreamy!” The other giggles.

Just your luck. These recruits think you've got a crush on the wrong guy, and knowing rookies, the rumor will be halfway through the base before dinner.

“Don't you ladies have better shit to do than bother my Sargent?” Ghost's voice cuts through their incessant questions.

Both girls squeak out a “Yes, Lieutenant,” before they're scrambling away. But you know the damage is done. Everyone's going to think you have a crush on Soap, of all people.

You glance up at Ghost, who's still watching the recruits run off. “So… how much of that did you hear?”

He snorts, something like amusement in his voice as he replies. “Enough, but I know you don't like Johnny. Have'ta be stupid not to see the way you look at Gaz.”

You feel your face immediately heat up. “Hey! It's not that obvious!” You argue, playfully punching Ghost's shoulder.

His eyes crinkle at the sides, your sign that he's smiling under the mask. His shoulders shake with silent laughter. “S’ that what you tell yourself? We've all seen the way you soften up around ‘im.”

You let out a sigh of defeat, knowing damn well there's no point arguing with him. But it's the next thing Ghost says, that makes your eyes widen and your jaw drop.

“He just needs to man up and ask you out. Tired o’ watching you two pine like school kids.”

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #fem!reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz isn't technically in this though but it's about him #my writing #we're ignoring fraternization rules because i dont fucking care right now

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lingering-42-long · 2 years ago

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141 + extra Mother’s Day head cannons

A short little Head cannons for all of our favorite boys expressing their love to there girls who are mothers.

COD x Female Character

Warnings: none, fluff, adorable daddies.

Captain John Price

• he wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead and a coffee in hand.

• The little ones are still asleep and he just wants to spend time with the mother of his children.

• when your daughters and son decide that it’s time to get up, they are running around handing you flowers and cards and balloons with the words “Happy Mother’s Day” written on them.

• John is making you breakfast with the girls attempting to help and your son sitting on the counter coloring.

• every year he plans to take you out to a nice restaurant and you to go to watch a play at the local theater

• He gives you lots of kisses and tells you how amazing a mother you are.

• He gives you a spa treatment to use whenever you need and puts a crap ton of money on it as well as also giving you a Starbucks gift card with $100 on it knowing your coffee obsession.

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

• you’re a mother to be and about eight months pregnant with your first born son.

• because of the trauma Simon had to go through all those years ago he never really understood what Mother’s Day was and so didn’t think much of it when it was coming around.

• after hearing what some of his friends were doing for their wives he thought it would be best to do some thing for you in a similar fashion.

• he doesn’t necessarily want to go out and do anything too extravagant. He doesn’t see the need to.

• but he understands that you are carrying his child his first born, his son so he feels very obligated and very protective of you.

• he buys you your favorite flowers and does a huge amount of online shopping for things for you and for the baby.

• One might think that just because he has no clue about Mother’s Day that he would be a horrible gift giver when that is simply not true. Simon is trained to study all the little details in life and so he knows exactly what your favorite things are right down to the exact color shade and style.

• this man has read so many parent books he knows exactly what his child needs well before the due date and advise you whatever you could possibly need to make your pregnancy as smooth as possible.

• he will take you to your favorite place at the park where you two can have a quiet lunch together.

• it may not be much but it’s the thought that counts. He’s not a emotionally opened person but for you he is trying so hard to make sure that you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

• your son was the first one to wake you both up as he was screaming on the top of his lungs saying happy Mother’s Day.

• Johnny just laughs and gives you a kiss, wishing you also a happy Mother’s Day before getting jumped on by his son desperately trying to wake up his parents so he could have breakfast, and show you his artwork that he had been working on for you.

• he bought you a really pretty and expensive pair of earrings and matching necklace. Don’t ask him how much it was.

• Johnny asks his parents if they could watch his son for the day as he takes you out for a couples massage and goes thrift shopping with you.

• this is a fun hobby that you guys have and enjoy doing.

• sometime during dinner at a simple bistro that you guys like to go to, he whispers into your ear about growing the family.

• let’s just say baby number two is on its way

Sargent Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

• he is very new at being a father only having two months with his newborn daughter.

• like Simon, he doesn’t know what to do for you for Mother’s Day so he calls his mom for help.

• She suggests that he do some thing for you or give something to you to make her feel special.

• he decides that he would watch the baby for the day while you go get your hair done your fingernails done and get a massage as well as give you some money to go buy some clothes and to hang out with your girlfriends.

• he’s not the best cook so he decides to order takeout for you both at one of your favorite pizza restaurants.

• when you get back home he sets the table up real nicely and make sure to get you some really pretty flowers and your favorite chocolate from the store.

• he also orders your favorite wine.

• Once your baby girl has fallen asleep, you both decide to watch a cheesy Romcom.

• it’s really simple but it’s the perfect Mother’s Day gift you could ever ask for.

Commander Alejandro Vargas

• this man is already making you breakfast for the day. His two older children have gone to hang out at one of their friends places while the youngest, a three-year-old, was in her highchair eating breakfast.

• he brings the food to you as you’re just waking up.

• Like Johnny, he bought you a beautiful set of earrings and necklace that the kids helped picked out.

• he’s going to take you out to a really nice restaurant and later dancing so he make sure to get you a nice dress that he knows that you would like.

• he buys every single rose from every single flower shop in Las Almes

• giving you neck kisses from behind as you’re getting ready.

•Asked his single brother to watch the baby while the other kids are having a sleep over at their cousins house.

• he spent the whole night pampering you and telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for his children.

• Spent the rest of the night having spicy time on the couch and bedroom.

Sergeant Major Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

• because your two year-old son has a severe infection and is in the hospital, you both decide not to do some thing extravagant since most of your money is going towards taking care of the little one.

• with that being said, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to try for you.

• he is a simple man but he does what he can for you to make you happy.

• for some odd reason all of the roses in Las Almes are all sold out, so he buys a really nice mixed bouquet that he knows that you like.

• he also gives you a simple gift card to your favorite coffee shop with a cute card to go with it.

• you order takeout and have it delivered to the hospital, where you guys are at making sure that your son is ok.

• even though it’s not the Best Mother’s Day, you too are just happy to be together with your son.

König

• he always thinks really hard about what you would like for Mother’s Day.

• he’s not a social butterfly but he’ll make an exception for you. So if you want to go out to a restaurant he will do that for you.

• this man is just happy that he was able to find someone that loves him, and has given him two beautiful twin girls and one sweet boy.

• you too decide to do some thing super easy with the kids and take them to a park in his hometown in Austria.

• he looks like he’s on the verge of tears because of how happy you have made him.

• he gets overwhelmed easily with emotion.

• after going to the park he cooks you all a really good meal and the girls help him.

•After dinner, the both of you Play board games with the girls as your son is asleep in his bassinet.

• makes some hot chocolate for everyone.

• when the girls go to sleep, he pulls out a book that he wants to read with you.

• you two fall asleep in each others arms.

Alex Keller

• this dude is a Golden retriever when it comes to love. He gets so excited when he gets to spend Mother’s Day with you and his newborn son.

• since you just had the baby you’re still in the hospital, and he makes sure to take care of all your needs while you get pampered by him. He buys you a really cute t-shirt with the words ‘mamma bear’ on it.

• he gets you sushi from your favorite Japanese restaurant.

• plays card games with you and lets you win.

• watches TV with you in the hospital room while holding your hand and telling you how proud he is and he hopes to grow the family more in the future.

Philip Graves

• is a southern boy so his mama always taught him how to treat a lady.

• Think 1940s gentleman

• most people think he would have a son but he has a little girl instead.

• is a super proud daddy of his baby girl and even more proud of his wife.

• unfortunately for this Mother’s Day, he’s away with the shadow company in Mexico so he’s unable to spend Mother’s Day with you.

• he does send you a text letting you know how much he misses you and to have a amazing Mother’s Day.

• he sends you $1000 to go spend on whatever you want for your day since he knows that he won’t be able to splurge on you like he usually does.

• he cannot wait to get back home to you and his little girl.

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dovabunny · 1 year ago

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Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the Day - Not Soap anymore

Cw: angst, misunderstanding

Soap was so sure his heart was safe in Ghost's hands, his place was secure in the 141.

2 hours he stood there in the disciplinary hearing, listening as his every insecurity is turned on him.

Every thing he hated about himself, was self conscious about, or wishes was different is read out loud.

'Unprofessional. Insubordinate. Talks too much. Appearance not regulation. Too loud. Disruptive. Too familiar. Undisciplined.'

He fought back the tears.

'Too emotional'

He doesn't look up from the floor. Doesn't want to see Price and Laswell at the table with his old smug commander he thought he finally got away from.

He was wrong. He disobeyed a direct order to turn back and plant explosives to prevent the building from being used again.

The premise had been cleared 5x in the past 3 years of human traffickers. It was secure and by the docks. They were gonna come back. His suggestion was shot down but after what he saw in there.. he decided to do it anyway.

So yes, he was wrong. No, he doesn't regret it.

But then Ghost had yelled at him over the comms for all to hear. Calling him a danger, an idiot who can't listen, a liability.

Then he reported it to Price who wrote him up for it after shouting the same words.

Price didn't know it would be the third strike on his record.

💰Soap didn't see Price flinch as words he'd written were shot at Soap like bullets. They were taken out of context, and never meant to be used like this.

He sees the man tremble, sees his eyes glaze over. He could see this destroying his boy and he couldn't stop it.

💀 A firm hand settled on his leg and Ghost looks up at Gaz. He didn't even realize he made a motion to stand in his anger. He was beside himself. This was his fault - he did this to Johnny. The commander's vitriol as he dug into Soap's character felt like a knife to his chest.

This wasn't what he wanted! He had been so fkn terrified when Soap ignored him and ran back into a crumbling smugglers den alone to blow it up. It came from a place of overwhelming worry but all he knew was violence. So he snapped and hurt, just so Johnny won't ever do it again.

He told Price, had to. He knew Price had a soft spot for Soap and was also worried at how reckless he got. To show him how serious it was he wrote him up.

Not knowing there was a commander who had been waiting for a third strike on Soap's record.

Soap's punishment: 6 months off the task force stripped of his title as he was sent to undergo training with new recruits. To 'remind him how to conduct himself as a soldier'. All of it at a base away from the 141.

Price tried, he really did, Laswell too. It was helpless. They just had to wait it out.

6 months later Ghost, Gaz, and Prize stand excited on the tarmac awaiting their favourite Scott's return to the 141 and as Sargent. Gaz is excited to hear all the stories of Soap kicking his instructors' asses, Price hopes he slept well. Ghost just wants him close again.

The man who steps off the heli, however is not the Soap they were waiting for. He doesn't have a mowhak, or trademark t-shirt and jeans, confident swagger or beaming smile.

He walks upright, his gaze his fixed but distant, his hair buzzed to the roots dressed in full basic fatigues.

"... Johnny?" Ghost asks as if he isn't sure who this is.

"Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley. Sargent John MacTavish, reporting in."

"Welcome back son. Your room is how you left it." Price says slowly.

Soap nods and goes to walk off but is stopped by Gaz's hand on his shoulder.

"Soap? Are you okay, mate?"

He stopped, took a moment, then looked back at the three staring expectedly at him.

He was fixed now. Like they wanted.

"I'm not Soap anymore. My call sign has changed."

He takes off his dog tags and hands them over.

Sgt. John 'Hazard' MacTavish

#soapghost #ghostsoap #johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #my writing

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joapmactavish · 1 year ago

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pairings: John Price x reader, Johnny/Soap Mactavish x reader

warnings: NSFW, fingering, kissing etc

“That’s it sweetheart just like that.” Price says as he’s circling your pussy juices with his fingers. “Have a taste Sargent.”

Price brings his fingers up to Johnny’s mouth and he moans at the taste.

“M’god lassie, you taste incredible.” Johnny says, “Would ye like a taste of yerself?” he goes down to kiss you and Price just chuckles at your whimpers.

Price plunges one of his thick fingers into your pussy and you moan into Johnny’s mouth and he pulls away and smirks.

“John- Please it’s too much-“ you say out of breath.

“Oh nonsense, you can take it princess.” he replies and adds a second finger.

Soap decides to take matters into his own hands and toy with your clit. Rubbing fast tight circles throwing you over the edge, you start clenching on John’s fingers.

“Price— Soap— please i can’t i’m gonna-“

“Cum? go ahead bonnie, you’ve earned it.” Soap replies.

You look over at Price, your captain (you n soap) for approval. He gets the idea and replies,

“S’okay princess you can cum.” Price winks at you.

Your orgasm hits you and they don’t stop but rather increase the speed of their hands, Price notices how Soap follows his lead and takes mental note of it, making sure to let him know he appreciates it later.

When you come down from your high their instincts shift and are both at your service.

(should i write the aftercare?)

#john price #john price x reader #captain price #captain price x reader #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #cod modern warfare #cod smut #cod x reader #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 #jonathan price

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waywardsou2 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Based on this post

Ngl this is very self indulgent and I will not be apologising for it. The scene with Soap walking in...the way it was in my head was delicious

Characters / Ships | Simon "Ghost" Riley X John "Soap" Mactavish X Male Reader

Summary | Being a male Omega in America is the worst of worst luck. Your doctor had agreed to fake the form when you were diagnosed at 11. But forgetting to take your suppressants can lead to a disaster. Or maybe a night to remember

Word Count | 4.1k+

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, scenting, double penetration, cussing, mentions of rape, dub con (if you squint), face fucking, slick, knotting

The mission had gone south. So far south that you had passed fucking geese on their way to migrate for the winter.

Two missed marks, false Intel and on-top of that a fucking snow storm had rolled in out of no where forcing the three of you to haul up in the closest building that still had its roof and walls.

That was your only grace here. That and the fact that Ghost was a walking heater. Somehow still radiating enough warmth to keep both you and Soap warm even though there was nothing to keep the chill from the storm out of this abandoned house.

The house was suitable enough. Four walls, a roof and the glass still in the windows.

All and all it could be worse.

And then it was. It got fucking worse.

Feigning needing to pee you walk away to the bathroom and lock the door. Quickly stripping off your gear as you felt something coating the inside of your boxers.

Shit

Shit shit shit

For all of your life you had been on suppressants to hide the fact that you were an Omega. Most people assumed you were a Beta and that was fine with you. They had thought that since your secondary sex characteristics started to show. But a year later they developed full and one trip to the doctors made your life come tumbling down.

In American society Omega's weren't good for anything other than being cock whores and pup bearers.

Thank fuck the doctor was reliable and had offered to fake the tests and prescribe your monthly prescription of suppressants.

After that you finished school and fresh out of highschool you enlisted to the military. Having lived with suppressants all your life you never had the face the challenges of being an Omega. Never been smelt on the streets or attacked in your own home. Everyone believes you were a Beta. And thought it was looked down upon for a man like yourself to be a Beta rather than an alpha at least you weren't an Omega. Or at least everyone believed so.

Price was the only one who knew. Since he was in-charge of what could and couldn't be delivered to the barracks and he made sure to scoop up your bi weekly delivery of suppressants and hand them to you under the table like a cover drug dealing.

Which technically it was.

You were thankful for Price.

But of course today was the day when your suppressants would start wearing off and you needed to take another dose. And instead you were a whole ocean away from getting what you needed and with a snow storm to boot. Keeping you trapped inside this house with two Alpha's.

You were so fucked

In every sense of the word

Simon and Johnny had been closest to you in the barracks despite being your Sargent and Lieutenant. The only guys who could put up with your attitude like it was a full time job. You and Johnny were the only ones who laughed at Simon's joke and only you and Simon were privy to Johnny's idle flirting. To anyone on the outside you three might've looked like a poly couple. But you were mostly happy with just being friends.

Mostly.

You'd never told either of them but you definitely had the biggest crushes on them when you first joined the military. However you never mentioned it to them because they seemed so warped around each other's fingers you didn't want to get in their way.

But right now you didn't know what to do. You didn't think leaving this room was a good idea with your heat building after years of never reaching the surface thanks to the suppressants and the puddle of slick coating the inside of your boxers and legs.

You had nothing to stop your heat and no way to cool yourself down. You could feel a sweat slowly building under your skin and a warmth in your stomach and solar plexus that was growing despite the cold. And snow wouldn't help at all you would just get hypothermia.

Fuck

"Aye lad, is everythin' aight in there?" Soaps voice called from the main room they had "set up camp" in

"Y-Yeah" you called back. You looked around and through some cupboards before you found some spare toilet paper and tried to clear up the mess in your pants but the slick in your heat was still seeping down your legs.

Sighing and smacking yourself in the head for being such an idiot you pull up your pants and buckle them as tight as you can.

Yeah as if that'll help dumbass

You open the door and hope that the Alpha's can't smell you.

You join them back in what you thought used to be a living room and sit on the dusty couch. Keeping your legs firmly crossed.

But after a while even to your nose the sent in the air was growing heavier by the second and you were starting to feel dizzy. Your body was clammy with sweat soaking your undershirt and the heat in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

It hurt but in a good way and you couldn't think about that. Instead you watched your friends. Ghost was scoping the surroundings, not that you believed he could actually see anything useful and Soap was counting their rations to try and see how long they could survive given a worst case scenario.

You fucking hated Russia. Fuck Russia and it's stupid weather and bad Intel and bad timing.

After an hour of silence it was clear that you couldn't hide your situation anymore though you desperately tried to ignore all the signs. You watched as Soap counted the rations, he paused momentarily and you heard him take a deep breath in. Freeze and then continue calculating.

You knew that he knew you were watching him. And you knew he could smell you. His Alpha nose being attuned to the scent of an Omega in heat. The primal side of him recognises the scent of a potential mate and pup bearer.

Ghost on the other hand had gone rigid. His head no longer moving to try and see anything from a new angle out the window. You couldn't see from here but you didn't been think his eyes were moving anymore either.

Eventually he turned around. Addressing you by your rank.

Fuck

He never did that unless you were around other people. Or in deep shit. Which was often

"Private...I think there might be somethin you need to tell us"

Soap paused again, this time he looked up. He was also very rigid.

"Do I really have to say it?" You ask stubbornly as you put your hands over your stomach to cover it.

"No. Ya don't"

You sighed heavily as another warmer wave of heat washed over you.

"How come ya never told us?" Soap asked

"Johnny do you really think I would let slip to anyone in the barracks that I was secretly an Omega? I would get kicked out of the military. Or worse raped"

"Aye, that's true" he began packing away the rations before standing up

"We have about 5 days worth of rations if we stretch it. Hopefully the storm won't last that long"

Ghost looked at Soap

"Are you changing the subject?" Ghost said flatly

Soap made a face somewhere between a coy smile and a grimace

Ghost rolled his eyes inside his mask.

"How long since your last heat. I wouldn't ask, you know that. But given the situation..."

He didn't finished his sentence. It had occurred to him now what deep shit you were in. Two Alpha's with an Omega who had a lifetimes worth of heat built up in his system all trapped in a confined space. This was bound to get nasty.

"Well, I've been on suppressants since I was categorised. The doctor faked my-"

Ghost cut you off "I didn't ask for your life story. I asked for a date"

Ghost was being harsher than he was with you usually. It put you off, but you could understand why. All of you could get in deep trouble for this. Not just between each other but with higher up in command too.

"Never. I've never had one"

Ghost ran a hand over his face and turned away. A muffled 'oh for fuck sake' coming from his direction.

Generally Omega's only had sex or mated during heat. And he knew for a fact you didn't make a habit of sleeping around. If at all. The Alpha inside him reared its head at that knowledge. You were an Omega, a virgin Omega. On your first heat within walking distance of him.

He swallowed hard.

"Well we need to figure out what to do because this-" he pointed to the tree of you "-isn't going to work"

"Why not?" Soap cut in "We aren't some dickheads wandering the street waiting for an Omega to slip up. He's our friend we aren't going to do that. We are literally trained for self control Simon"

Ghost sighed again, more frustrated than anything

"I know you'd like to believe that Johnny but when has that ever happened in history? That's not how this works"

Soap swallowed. He was always good natured when it came to those he cared about and he always liked to believe best. Just because he was one of the biggest gentlemen in the barracks doesn't mean he wasn't without the influence of his primal urges. Evolution deemed it that there wasn't any other way.

Ghost walked past you and grabbed Soap by the arm. Whisking him out of the room to talk to him privately.

In the mean time another wave of heat hit and you couldn't take it anymore. You had sat there listening to the two of them while you felt your pants get soaked and waves of heat rolled through your body. It was unbearable.

You stripped yourself of your gear and under armour. Hoping that was enough but another wave of heat hit and it still wasn't enough. You took off your shirt and your boots. Trying to give your body some room to cool down but nothing worked. You were like the core of a nuclear reactor.

You heard Soap and Ghost talking heatedly in the next room over and it was enough to make your inner Omega whine. The sound of two Alpha's so close but still out of reach.

You hated how clingy and whiney you felt. You'd never dealt with the full extent of a heat. Merely a suppressed one. Mood swings, high libido and a day of hot flushes. But nothing more. This was nothing like that. This was a full blown heat. Like the stuff you read about in the pamphlets your doctor had given you.

You took a deep sniff of the air like you were taking a drag of a blunt. Clinging to it as if I was hanging in the air like fog. The smell of two Alpha's who were very very horny. The scent of want and need permeating the air.

You unbuckled your belt. All inhibitions gone.

The faint scent of two alphas.Your Alpha's. Was enough to kick start your heat fully.

You strip off your pants to find that your boxers are completely soaked all the way through. Your slick dripping through to your jeans.

You scoop up some of the slick and smell it. The intrigue getting the better of you. That's when you hear a thunk from the next room. Part of you is terrified. But that part is oh so small compared to the feelings of arousal you have thinking about your two Alpha's.

Simon walks through the door first. Seeing your completely naked, legs open with your hand in your heat touching the slick that is seeping into the couch beneath you.

As sweat trickled over your body you watched a Simon pulled off his mask and seemed to stand frozen. Fighting himself in front of you.

"Tell me to go and I will. I'll shoot myself in the foot in the other room" he says it strained. The look in his eyes filled with fire.

Your Omega reaches out for Simon. To have him help you and relieve you of the pain in your stomach. To fill you up so good. You trust him, and you know he can't help it.

This isn't the way you would have gone about this but you didn't have a choice. To you he isn't taking advantage of you though you don't have the words to say that right now. You don't have the words to tell him how much you've wanted this.

So you call his name. The word slips from your mouth in a low whine.

And he's rushing to you. Stripping himself of his gear and off his clothing in the split second it takes him to get to you.

He's on you in moments pressing his lips to your mouth and pulling your body towards his half undressed one. With his free hand he is still trying to take off the rest of his clothes. You help him out by unbuckling his pants and he takes his hand off your body to strip them off.

He's back on you again and you can feel his own heat radiating off of him. Not his natural human heater heat. This is heat from Alpha arousal.

He grinds his hips into yours desperately and tugs at your legs pulling them apart. The two of you accidentally slip off the couch but you don't stop your frantic gripping and kissing of each other.

Simon pulls away from you to to bend you over in front of him. Your knees creaking on the floor boards as you use your hands to steady yourself not to go crashing face first into the ground. Simon crouched behind you to get a full view of your heat and groans as he takes in what he sees.

"Fuck you're a Prime"

What? You hadn't ever heard that terminology used in regards to Omega's

"What?" You gasp, need still lacing your voice as you try and push back again Simon's body.

Briefly he tries to explain "God. You're a Prime. It means you don't have two holes like most Omega's. Even most male omegas have two. But all your reproductive organs are connected to the one. God damn it.

He watched as your ass leaked with shiny slick and he didn't hesitate before he stuck his fingers inside of you. They slipped too easily past the ring of muscles with how much slick had already coated your insides.

You moan at the sudden intrusion but it is so welcome. Finally some fucking action

Simon pulls his fingers in and out, a dirty squelching sound coming from your hole. Simon pulls out his fingers now covered in slick and licks them clean before shoving them back in again. All four at once.

You cry out again at the larger intrusion but you can't help but press back further into Simon. God he could work with his hands. And from watching him clean his gun you could only imagine what he looked like knuckle deep inside of you.

He pulled his fingers out again roughly and sucked them off one by one. Lapping up the slick.

"God I can't wait to fuck you. Fill you up so good little Omega"

It was then that you realised a few things.

One, whatever version of Simon you knew as Lieutenant Ghost was gone. Replaced with this inhabited, almost feral Alpha with little self control

Two, you were such a whore for Simon's dirty talk.

You felt as he pressed his cock to your hole before you were overtaken with sharp pain. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you up. Your back resting against his chest as held you by the hips over his cock.

"How much" you asked breathlessly. Not being able to help how needy and horny you are for him

"Eight inches" he whispers before sliding the head of his cock inside of your ass.

You can't see it from here but you can only imagine what you look like. You moan at how much Simon is already stretching your hole and whimper at the sensation.

You beg, you beg for more and you whine and you call Simon's name.

He growls as he grips onto your hips tighter and pushes your tight hole over his cock. Sheathing it inside of your slicked heat.

You cry out again. His cock rubbing up against your insides. The tip kissing your prostate making you wriggle around for some friction.

Simon begins bucking his hips up into you. At the same time he pulls you up by the hips. His strong grip digging bruises into the flesh.

You whine at the friction and the lack of fulfilment as he pulls out only to moan again when he slides you back down and begins to pick up a comfortable rhythm. One that has your legs shaking as your toes curl by his thighs.

His thighs were huge sitting like this. Your whole body fits comfortably on his legs and the idea of his thighs pinning you down makes your squirm even more.

Through the squelching sound your combined moans you hear a muffled fuck come from the room Soap was still in. And soon in the same fashion Simon had burst through the door Johnny was following suit. Already abandoning his clothes. His belt buckle undone.

He couldn't help himself could he, the sound of your moans and Simon's dirty talk was enough to make his own cock harden and leak pre-come.

"Fuck it" he growled as he finally stripped himself entirely of his shirt and pants. He got down on his knees pressing his mouth to yours. Swallowing an on coming moan.

His tongue is instantly inside your mouth. The wet flesh invading your mouth, you welcome the feeling of his mouth on yours.

"God did kissing people always feel this good" he mumbled into your mouth.

"Just wait until you see what they are packing down stairs. This little Omega is a Prime" Simon says into your ear. Close enough so Johnny could hear it

"You have a little fantasy about Primes don't you Johnny" Simon teased

You felt Johnny's face warm up against your own and he pulls away momentarily. You see him blush.

"Si seriously?" but Simon simply chuckles.

You moan and take one of your hands off of Simons to hold onto Johnny as Simon rams into your prostate

But you aren't done. You aren't full enough yet. Desperately you look at Johnny

"Johnny fuck my face. I know you want to. Just- Jesus fuck~ Please" tears threaten to sting your eyes from the heighten emotions that were consuming you.

Johnny stops for a moment. An almost innocent look on his face before it dissolves and that same fire Simon had in his eyes, you could now see in Johnny's.

He stands up in front of you and strokes his cock a few times. You hold your mouth open, desperately, expectantly.

And Johnny puts his cock on your tongue before pushing it inside. You moan heavily and relax your jaw allowing him more room to push inside. He does and then pulls out again pushing back in and adding a few more inches.

You don't have ruler on your tongue but you guess Johnny has to be at least 6 inches.

He pushes in and out and begins to speed up to Simon's rapid pace.

The two of them ruin your holes and you moan around Johnny's cock. Sending shivers up his spine as you do so.

If you could you would be calling their names but you are too busy sucking off Johnny to do that.

God this is more than you ever wanted. Maybe not in this circumstance but in your dreams you had seen this moment. Hopped that maybe one day you would trust yourself enough to tell your best friends how you felt. And tell them about the biggest secret a person could possibly have.

And yeah it wasn't a romantic like you had daydreamed about. But this was probably the second best outcome. Being filled by your two Alpha friends.

The three of you felt your climaxes coming to a head and you moaned harder at the idea of being knotted by your alphas. Being knotted for the very first time.

Your ass clenched around Simon at the thought. Trying to hold him inside of you preemptively despite the slick.

Simon moaned in your ear and whispered "So needy. Ain't ya. Such a needy little male Omega"

Johnny threw his head back and you tried to look at him. You could feel in your mouth his knot starting to expand and you moved your hands to grip into his thighs as he continued to thrust.

As the knot built you could feel Simon attempt to pull out but you dug your nails into his thighs. He looked down at you and with the most minute movement you shook you head silently begging him not to pull out. That you could take it. You wanted to.

Knotting someone's mouth wasn't necessarily advisable but damn did you want it. So, you tugged Johnny forward as you felt Simon's rhythm become messy. He was close too.

Johnny popped first. Your begging eyes pulling his climax out of him as his knot swelled inside of your mouth as he tried to pull out and could past your jaw. He orgasmed, the cum hitting the back of your throat. You sucked, swallowing every drop wanting his cum inside of you so desperately.

Simon came next. His knot catching at your tight of muscles and you moaned feeling the size of it plug your ass as he filled you up with cum. Both of their knots release inside of you. Their size filling you up from both ends.

You came as well you dick spurting white cum over your stomach and legs in between you and Johnny

You moan as your eyes roll back in your head feeling Simon's cum coat the inside of your stomach. Or technically your womb.

After what felt like an eternity the two of them stopped cumming as their knots deflated. And gently the pulled out of you.

Your ass leaked with cum and slick and your mouth was bruised. Lips swelling slightly from how hard Johnny had been thrusting.

Since this was your first heat you assumed it would only last for 2 or 3 days. But that was still a long time especially if you were going to be snowed in.

Johnny walked away only to come back a few seconds later with that spare toilet paper you had found earlier and gently cleaned off your face and the rest of your body. Simon held you tightly not wanting to let go of you. The possessiveness still over taking him.

He butted his head into your back and you asked him what was wrong

"I wanna scent ya real bad"

Johnny hummed in agreement as he continued to clear you off to the best of his ability. Once he done a thorough job he chucked the ruined toilet paper in the tipped over bin.

Thinking it might be time to let your true intentions come out you place a hand on the one Simon was using to hold you against him and you extended one to Johnny.

"I'm sorry it happened like this. But I think my Omega finally gave out when my heat hit and the two of you were more of a catalyst than you realised. I've liked you guys for ages. I just assumed you two were an item, so I never said anythingz. I- I want you two to be my mates. If you'll have me "

Johnny took your hand and held it up to his face. A light vibration coming from him as he purred at the genuine affection.

"Are you fuckin' purin' Johnny"

"Piss off" he chuckled back

Johnny took your confession of love as the ascent to rub the scent gland on your wrist to the one on his neck. Gently kissing the tops of your fingers in the process.

Simon did the same. Taking your hand and holding it in his. Rubbing your scent glands together.

All in all. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all

Tbh I'm considering making this a part two. What do you guys think? I might make it a standalone fic on my AO3 as well

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Worth the Trouble

Simon/Ghost x Mean!fem!Reader

Warnings: slightly toxic? Reader is verbally mean and ghost Def manipulates the situation so he can have the missus come see him. PiV , Smut MDNI

“Heard LTs lost it, goin around on a rampage.”

“Just about near it. Price thinks he's injured and trying to downplay it. Won't tell him much aside from ‘I'm fine’. Hell for all we know hes just got a man-cold”

“Ach, the poor bastard”

Gaz snorts and continues with the next set, Soap checks for signs of struggle or strain before continuing (a dutiful gym buddy)

“Heard he blew some recruits ear out.”

“Think he backed out entirely, can't blame him - if I weren't already knee deep in this shit I'd tuck tail and run from Ghost”

“You n me both. Well. I did always have a taste for trouble. Probably woulda sought him out and he mighta strangled me.” he muses happily imagining his Lt tossing him around.

“Surprised he hasn't already “ gaz laughs, his eyes determined through the final pushes.

Soap laughs at that, thinks his lt has gotten close once or twice.

“Don't worry much about it though” gaz grunts.

Soap meets gaz's eye, watches a bead of sweat trickle down into his hair line.

“Why not?”

“Captain says he's calling in the secret weapon. Going nuclear.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Johnny questions, thinks of what could possibly be nuclear in regards to Ghost.

“Dunno. But I guess we'll find out.” Gaz finishes, setting the bar back in place and sitting up with a groan. He gives a sniff to his shirt and audibly gags.

“Yea that's rank, you wanna hit the showers?”

“Sayin I stink Garrick?”

“Sayin we should hit the showers”

“Cheeky cunt”

Soap follows his fellow Sargent to freshen up in the shower block, a stealthy sniff to his armpit solidifying his choice in joining.

The issue of the ornery Lieutenant momentarily forgotten.

—----------

He always knew price had an easy time with the ladies, but to parade one around so freely - a young woman at that?

“Well well, did price finally let you out his basement? I knew he had a pretty bird caged away somewhere!”

He reaches out a rugged palm and his smile is all boyish charm.

“Names Soap, nice to meet you bonnie”

She doesn't respond and doesn't move to shake his hand. Her arms remain seated within pockets of the leather jacket she adorns. Just continues to chew a wad of gum, sizing him up like one would an enemy. She looks bored, mildly annoyed.

He can't feel too upset over the snuff, the ample amount of cleavage on display makes up for it.

“Not the sociable type? No problem, work with one of those - I'll break you down”

She looks at price now, who - soaps noticing - looks like he swallowed a lemon laced with depression.

“MacTavish. This young lady is not my bird - lovely as she is - but she is the solution to our problem.”

For once Soap is speechless. Realization kicking in suddenly and with a force so strong his jaw drops.

“.....is that why he's pissed?? Lads gone without a bit of pussy and he's lost the plot? “

“MacTavish”

“Just sayin! Sorry lass, don't mean to be crude” he does mean to be crude actually. He is crude, but usually he waits till the second date before parading that fact around.

“......let's just get this over with. Fuckin bullshit for you to pull me out here. again” She grosses, looking miffed.

“Right, yes. Again, I do sincerely apologize- I wouldn't if I had another option”

“You're his captain, just order the fucker to act right” She scolds him, dissaproval evident in how she sizes him up.

“Unfortunately my lieutenant is a master of malicious compliance. Sweet as sugar with me, but a menace to anyone else.”

She sighs something resigned and annoyed. He watches as she blows a small bubble and pops it with a sharp click. Her brows scrunched and nose wrinkled into a sneer.

“Are…are you actually here to - do I get something like this if I start throwing a fit?!”

He eyes the woman next to his captain as she walks past him, seemingly familiar with the layout of the building.

“MacTavish. Shut up.”

“Yes sir.”

A brief pause

“Is it cause he's a lieutenant? Do I need to be a lieutenant?”

“Give me 50 Sargent MacTavish “

“Yes sir.”

He drops quickly and works through the 50, counting quickly before springing back up and towards the direction his captain and mystery woman left. He catches up to the tail end of their conversation.

“-he won't come out”

“really. Have you tried, I don't know, kicking the door in?”

“No. A bit extreme don't you think?”

He watches as she walks to the door, examines it, and he thinks ‘no, no way’. Watches as she turns and braces herself against the doorframe and thinks ‘Oh she's insane’ as she picks her foot up and slams it back against the door with a solid thump.

She gets 4 in, he notices the damage to the door grows steadily - the odd tinge of arousal at the unhinged behavior of this woman.

Feels his stomach drop to his knees when the door is thrust open and she's dragged inside the darkness.

The door is hardly shut when the screaming begins.

His captain waits patiently while he looks towards him and the door.

His LT is loud but she's managed to be louder. He can't make much out from how fast everything is said, muffled through the slightly askew door

“-acting like a fucking toddler!”

While this isn't his particular brand of dirty talk, he supposes it makes sense for the ghost to want a heavier hand.

Too heavy, it would seem. The loud thump is jarring, enough so that he springs towards the door. Price grabs him, handles him into his side with a fierce look and a sternly mouthed ‘no’

The screaming had stopped. The silence is deafening. Johnny thinks at least one of them is dead. A woman that crazy probably wouldn't go down that easy, even against a ghost.

His body flinches when the door opens, he expects a limp hand to flop out horror movie style- heavily surprised to find the lass perfectly intact, not a hair out of place.

He peeks in the open doorway to see Ghost knelt in a way that can only be described at revenant. He sits at her feet, face pressed to her stomach while he clutches her body to him. she has a hand on each of his shoulders and glares down like an angry God.

“We'll be in the infirmary captain, he's got an infection. Stupid fuck.” She slips from Ghosts grasp with some struggle, swatting at clutching hands as she commands him “up”

Ghost, much like his namesake,rises like the dead and slinks out of the shadows of his room and into the light. He looks, oddly pleased(downright giddy) for a guy just pronounced a ‘stupid fuck’.

He watches as the fury marches towards the medbay, her hellhound shadow tight on her heels - might have even carried her if she didn't look as rabid as she did.

“Captain?”

“That's Doll, Johnny. Ghosts leash, and Simon's keeper. Try to annoy her less yea? She sends ghost after you and there'll be fuck all I can do to stop him.”

“Heard…..doll? Really? I think of a doll, I think sweet and porcelain. Not, pissy with a heavy heaping of crazy. She looks like the type to cut brake lines.”

“Yea well, just don't let her know which car is yours and you'll be fine.”

“Sure she won't just cut them all?”

He sighs, something heavy and worn.

“I'm hoping she's forgotten where we keep them.”

—-------

“Hi just him today, thanks.”

“Oh um, and you are?” Doctor Nicole has seen a lot. Hasn't seen this yet. Might see more if spouses were more common on base.

“Im his voice currently. And his brain. He's not smart enough to use either on his own to tell you about his infection. Left leg, by the way.”

“Oh well. Oh. Um. I - I'll have you hop up on the bed then lieutenant! I'll take a look and. And fix that.”

He doesn't move, stares at the woman(his voice and brain, apparently) like she's the only one in the room - in the world.

His world groans and throws her head back - he chuffs.

“Listen to the fucking doctor , on the bed. Now.”

His steps are heavy and solid as he seats himself on the edge of the bed. Thighs spread and hands limp between his legs. He looks like a hunched beast eyeing his next meal.

The doctor finds that having her keep his attention is better than having it herself.

“Well. Uh, left you said?”

“Yeah. Calf area - knife probably? Something sharp.”

“Well then, uh , lieutenant? Are you able to, to roll your pant leg up for me to see? Or is the pain too severe?” she prods gently, he doesn't respond.

“Roll up your pants.” like a marionette with strings tightly wrapped around her fingers, he moves to roll up his jeans to reveal the sickly wound.

“Oh yeah definitely an infection. Odd for you lieutenant, usually you're better at catching this.”

The woman scoffs and slumps in her seat. He leans towards her as she sends him a scathing look.

“He's a fucking man child. Threw a tantrum to get what he wanted and now he's being pampered.”

“Mhm.” The affirmation is the most sound he's made since coming in here.

“Well I'll just. I'll just get this taken care of” Nicole stumbles put, feeling like an intruder.

“ ‘Priciate that doc. Don't be afraid to make it hurt.” Her tone is tinged with sadistic hope.

“Oh I. I'd never intentionally hurt someone under my care - that's unethical “ the military may not be the most ethical, but she's damn sure going to try to be.

“Pity. He'd deserve it, letting it get this bad-willingly might I add.” She snips at him , face scrunched.

He hums something delighted, and the doctor wonders if she should order a psych evaluation. Remembers the 141 are notorious for dodging said evals and dismisses the thought entirely.

If he likes when women are mean and degrade him, that's his business.

He sits still, moving only when told by the woman in the chair who's now playing on her phone.

He stares at her intently, glares at the phone occasionally. The doctor finishes quickly, grateful that the infection was only in its earliest of stages.

“Okay so I'm prescribing a round of antibiotics, I noticed that you have an allergy to penicillin so I'm giving you doxycycline." She writes the perscriptipn down quickly, grabs a bottle stocked preemptively for cases like this.

"Take it with a meal twice a day every 12 hours until the bottle is empty. Come back within a few days just to make sure it's progressing and then again when the bottle is empty.” She types in a quick series of notes notating the lieutenants upcoming appointments.

“He'll be here. I'll make sure of it” there's a bitter edge to the woman's words, the doctor wonders how anyone could stand to be with someone so angry.

“God I hope you do” ghost groans out, threat either going over his head or straight to his crotch.

The doctor flinches, forgetting the lieutenant capable of speech.

“Well thanks for the help. I'll be getting him back to his captain.” the woman hops up and walks towards the door.

“Oh uh, have a g-good one!”

She smiles politely, drops it quickly when she eyes the once again silent wraith behind her

“Let's go, it would be rude to make your captain wait.”

He nods and follows along after her, like a deformed elongated shadow.

An odd couple, the doctor muses. But not the oddest she's seen. Not even the weirdest.

Another soldier bursts in, she hears the words ‘snake bite’ and ‘penis’, wishes she was stuck back with the ghost and his guide.

—-------

“You alright then, lieutenant? Everything sorted?”

“Affirmative sir. I've got the prescription, doc cleaned me up and changed my bandage. “

“Good. Thank you for coming, Doll.”

“He only acts like this because you let him, you know.”

“I do. But sometimes it's easier to go along the path of least resistance. Trying to argue with a stubborn mut, or handle the fury of his actual commanding officer? I'll take you anyday love.” He finishes with a purr, noting the sudden tenseness in Ghosts shoulders.

“Careful, might put thoughts in a girl's head if you keep talking like that.” She notices too, but eggs the poor lieutenant on - smile a touch cruel.

“Oh? That all it takes? Not a fan of Mactavish then?” semi-joking now. He'd be a liar if he said having a pretty woman snark up at him didn't effect him at all.

“Prefer waking up with mouthful of English breakfast personally. Speaking of-” She turns towards ghost, her face still cold and indifferent as always.

“I'll be in your room. I'll only be here another hour and then I'm gone. Why don't you see if your captain can find it in his heart to dismiss you early”

She smiles something sharp and sinful, takes off in a run that makes Ghost body jolt - he looks like a junkyard dog choking himself on the end of his lead trying to get a bone just out of reach.

“Captain. May I be dismissed.”

“Well-”

“Captain.”

“Simon”

“Captain price, may I please be dismissed, sir”

There's a desperate edge john isn't used to. Something rabid, something hungry. A darkness kept caged wriggling through iron bars.

“dismissed, lieutenant “

The ghost breaks off into a sprint, and the hunt is on. Price can't think too much about how it ends, his trousers already too tight at his twinge of interest.

Similar shades of fucked up, the both of them.

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He's panting in your ear, groaning as his hips slap against and bruise your ass.

“fu-fuck. Come on, give it to me. Show me you're- fuck! Show me you're worth all the fuckin trouble - Oh god, simon!” You can't help but scream, hope he doesn't have neighbors.

His pace is mind-numbingly good, making up for the dry start in the beginning. Prepped just enough to fit him but not enough for the ache to be avoided. But he knows your body thoroughly , and with a few well aimed thrusts and a circles of your clit you're dripping down your own AND his thighs.

A mess on his bedsheets - he thinks of it as a present for later, you think you spoil him.

He fucks you like an animal, unhinged and hurried- like he's worried you'll get up and leave, worried you'll realize he's not worth the trouble.

He pins you further under his weight and changes the angle - groans at your wail of ecstasy .

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You - you better not pull this shit again. I - I let you keep this fuckin job -please don't stop- let you play hero but -oh god, oh god - but don't-”

You gasp, moan something pained and drawn out as you come again along his rigid cock - muffling a scream into his pillow as he grinds up into the sensitive spots in your cunt to draw your orgasm out further.

“k-keep this shit up toy soldier, see how quick I put you back in the box!” You snarl , glaring at him over your shoulder. He groans deep and slams as deep as he can, unloading against the deepest parts of your hole.

He's still hard when he slips from you, wrangling you onto your back before slipping back in. Your legs fit nicely on his shoulders, and you're grateful for your flexibility.

You scoff. “can't cum lookin at a skull , switch to another one or take it off - might have a chance of getting me off then” you wonder how mean he'll be, wonder if he'll actually stop to find a different mask.

Dont have wonder long as he's quick to throw the whole thing off. The black grease around his eyes is streaked from the sweat - hair plastered to his forhead. He looks happy to see you.

“not - not bad! Might be worth all this after- after-after!” You buffer aloud. Like a skipping record, you'd be humiliated if it didn't feel as good as it does.

In fact. You should be mad at his constant interruptions, but he's persistent on fucking through your cunt and into your brain.

“Tell me. Tell me dolly. Tell me sweet heart. I'm worth the trouble, yeah? I'm your trouble right? Gonna keep coming back, keep coming on my cock?” He says it like he doesn't exist somewhere in your rib cage nearest to your heart. Like you don't already live in his.

“Yes, yes!” You promise, the one you will die before you break.

“Yes what?" He implores, a steady chant of 'keep me, keep me, keep me' running through his head.

“To all of it you fuck! Yes! All mine, my cock, my headache, my brute - fuck!” your own mind proclaiming that you'll keep him 'forever, forever, forever"

You're crying now, overstimulated tears as your thighs quiver on his shoulders.

“Yeah. Yeah. All yours, n' you're mine. All fuckin mine. Not Prices and not fuckin Johnnys” he snarls, bitter and possessive.

“Gotta act up, gotta cause a mess. Can't get you here otherwise. “ he continues, pace consistent to further along your impending ruin.

It's getting hard to keep up with the banter. Hate how he's still capable of talking while you're becoming goo.

“J-just fuckin wait till you're off deployment! Fuck!”

“Nu-uh, get too tight n mean when I do. Have to drag you here to give you your fix so you're sweet when I get home. You're my sweet girl right?” He coos mockingly.

You don't respond. too busy clawing red ribbons into his back.

“Right?” He punches your cervix now, enough to make you choke and bite into the meat of his shoulder.

You bite hard. Harder when he moans. You lick at the indents and nose into the hammering pulse at his neck.

You can tells he's close with how his tempo gets thrown off, how his huffs louder. Having forgiven him for making you drive all this way, you give the dog a well earned bone.

“Yours, your sweet girl. You just need to work for it a bit hm? You don't mind huh big guy? My big guy?” You whisper into his ear, whine into it in a way you know drives him crazy.

He comes with a shout, one you know the whole fucking base heard. You're too fucked out to care much, especially when the brute lakes down and settles his weight on you with a contented sigh.

He hums, a touch demanding and you roll your eyes. You rub a hand gently up and down his torn back, scratching gently at his scalp to feel his heavy sigh of contentment.

“You gonna take care of yourself now? Got everything out your system?”

He hums, tone non-committal - fucker. As long as price has your number, as long as the ghost stays restless - you'll be called in eventually. Not a matter of 'if', but 'when".

Thankfully you don't mind being the nuclear option. Not much anyway. Especially if this is what it gets you. A moment of peace, skin pressed against skin - soft breaths evening out against your collarbone.

'Yea', you think. 'He's worth the trouble.'

(End notes: the thump that was heard was actually Simon falling to his knees. Dude goes from 0-100 when it comes to love so he either ghosts(hehe) you or worships you.)

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #odd stories #simon riley smut #simon likes them a lil mean #it makes fucking them sweet taste better #also he just seems the type to enjoy letting some snippy little thing boss him around a lil #just a lil #fem reader

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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months ago

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Water Gun Fight

𖤐Pairing: Soap x Lieutenant! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, P in V, eating out, fingering, hand job, blowjob, mention of nudity, kissing/making out, drinking, spanking, teasing, dirty talking, semi public sex, doggy style

𖤐Summary: Going to the beach with the Task Force was never unusual, every year Price always takes his Force to the beach to celebrate a successful win

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They all pulled up onto a beach, in one of those Volkswagen Buses, it was funny looking but very much enjoyable with the Task Force.

Captain Price was taking his team on a little celebration vacation. It was never unusual for Price to take his team on little celebrations after successful missions. Today was like no other.

Price pulled the sliding door open and everyone fell out.

"AND WE ARE HERE!!" Price yells.

Price had found a private beach and was able to rent it out for the day, where it was just him and his team.

Lieutenant Y/n held her floppy hat on her head as the wind started to pick up. Then Price dumped out some water guns on the sand.

"LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!!" He yells and then giving a big smile to his team.

Y/n started to remove her shorts and lay a beach towel out as the guys all rushed to the water to fill their water guns.

Sargent John Soap MacTavish looked to the shore seeing Y/n start to remove her thin white t-shirt, and then started to rub sunscreen into her skin.

"What are you staring at MacTavish?" Ghost's deep voice spooked Soap a little.

"Nothing," he says, looking back at Y/n who was now laying on her stomach and arms under her head using them as a pillow.

The guys started to have a water gun fight attacking each other, they were taking it a little too seriously. Alex and Gaz were hiding behind a big rock and shooting at Ghost and Soap who were on the same team.

"Son of a bitch," Ghost says, running out of water.

"Dammit," Soap says, shaking his gun trying to get the last bit of water.

"You're not playing, Lieutenant?" Price asks, opening a lounge chair and sitting next to her.

"Nah, I've had my fun, it's my time to relax," she says with her eyes still close.

"I see..." he says.

Price and Y/n had a very professional relationship about with the other Task Force members, but there was something about her and Soap.

Johnny and Y/n had something going on, at first it was small glances at each other, then became after successful missions drinking with each other at bars, next it was spending time with each other outside of the military. Both him and Y/n were single nothing wrong with them hanging out with each other.

Soap then sits on the sand looking at the water and the others playing with each other. He stood up wiping sand from his butt and walking to where Price and Y/n were, he opens the cooler next to Price pulling out a beer and popping the top and taking a swig from it.

He sits on a towel close to Y/n as she was changing positions to be on her back now. Her hands behind her head now, Soap looks at her body, in his mind, her body was absolutely perfect.

"Do you want to play, Lieutenant?" Soap asked her.

"Not right now, I want to soak up some sun and go in the water later, I'll play later," she says as Price cracks open a fruity drink for Y/n handing it to her.

She gives Price a soft 'thank you' before sitting up and taking a sip from the can.

Y/n isn't like the guys, she hates beers and the hard liquors, she prefers the fruity drinks like Mike Hard Lemonades, High Noon's, White Claws, etc.

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A few hours later and Y/n was in the ocean, the nice cool water hitting against her thighs. She cups her hands and splash the water on her face and soon dunking herself under the water and coming back up floating on her back.

"You look comfortable," Soap says swimming towards her.

"I am," she is now facing him kicking her feet to stay afloat.

"You're bathing suit it hot," he says, she swims closer to him, her hands resting on his shoulders and his rough calloused hands holding her waist.

"You're a flirt," she says.

"Hey after this...wanna...hang out?"

"Hang out? Are we in college or something?" Y/n teased.

"Sorry, I asked then-"

"No, I'm kidding, Johnny," she says. "We can hang out all you want," she says, kissing his lips.

"You don't care if they see?" Referring to the guys sitting on the beach.

"They've seen us kiss before..." she smiles. "Let them watch," she teased before letting go of Soap and heading back to the shore. Once she could touch, she started to sway her hips back and forth pushing her hair back making it slick back. She looks over her shoulder knowing Soap was watching her.

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Y/n hid behind a rock, her thin white t-shirt covering her black two piece bathing suit. She held a water gun filled with water, she had enough to last her the entire game.

She was playing against Ghost, Gaz, Price and Soap. She knew all of Ghost's and Gaz's tricks, and it was unfair that it was 1 v. 4. She started to peek over the rock seeing Ghost and ducked back down.

"Come on out, Y/n." She shakes her head, she could see a shadow coming around the rock knowing it was Ghost, she creeps the other way and soon Ghost came around.

"Where are you, you little shit," Ghost growls before water hit the side of his face.

"You're out, Ghost, thought you were better than this?" She teased him as Ghost pouts heading back under the umbrella keeping up his ghost pale complexion.

As Ghost was heading back, she felt waterdrops hit her foot and she looks seeing Price coming towards her with his own water gun. She ducks behind the rock.

"The rock can't be your safe spot forever."

"Oh yes, it can," she peeks around the rock and shot at Price, getting him in the chest.

"Dammit," Y/n was fast they knew that, that why they put her on a team by herself, she could work alone and take out a whole army if she wanted to.

"Come Soap and Gaz, where are you two?" She calls out. She peeks around the rock not seeing Gaz or Soap anywhere, she sees if she has enough water and saw that she had plenty.

"You're distracted, love," Gaz says coming around her rock pointing the water gun at her, she smirks and quickly dodges Gaz's attack, sweeping his feet from under him, making him land on the sand, she grabs her water gun and shot him in the chest and stomach.

"Out, love," she teased him back.

"Fuck."

"Where's Soap?" She asked him.

"Somewhere," was all Gaz says and she rolled her eyes.

She comes out from behind her rock water gun ready to fire, she just needed to find Soap first. As she was looking around for him, it's not like there were many places to hide, there was the rocks that separated this beach from the public one.

She headed that way seeing a little cave.

"Soap?" She calls. She looks around in the cave, it was small and didn't go to far in, so where the hell is he? "Soap?" She calls out again.

"Boom," she felt water hit her back. She jumps at the sudden coldness on her back, she slowly turns and get hit some more in her chest and stomach.

Soon her white shirt was completely soaked and Soap could see a whole view of her black bikini.

"God that's fucking hot," he teased her, while pointing to her soaked shirt.

"Well, I hope you're happy?"

"Oh I will be," Soap drops his water gun and walks towards Y/n, placing his hand on her waist and pulling her close to his body. His lips touched hers and her arms wrapped around his neck.

His hands start moving up her shirt, pulling her shirt off her body and tossing it to the side in the cave. Soap gently laid her down on caves rocky ground, holding her head so she doesn't hurt herself.

Soap sits up he starts messing with his shorts slowly pulling them off his lower half and tossing them to the side, she gets a full view of his semi-hardened dick. She smirks at him and sits up she sits on her knees kissing his lips as she starts filling up on his dick.

Her hand palming under his dick and soon she starts moving her hand up and down, her thumb going over his tip and pre-cum leak from tip. She gently taps the pad of her thumb on the white sticky cum.

"Holy fuck," he huffs out. She then starts pumping him and more cum starts leaking from his tip. As she kissed his lips she then starts moving down, kissing his neck, chest, and his lower stomach.

He starts laying on his back as she starts licking his tip now, cum on her tongue and swallowing it. His hand went behind her head, as she starts bobbing her head up and down.

"F-Fuck," he moans, his hips bucking up a little bit and his tip hitting against the back of her throat making her gag a little.

"D-Do you want...head to?" He asks.

She smirks looking up at him. She removes her mouth and stood up untying her bikini bottoms letting them fall to the ground and untying her bikini top letting it fall as well.

He quickly sat up like a dog thirsty for water, he immediately pulled her legs apart and starts licking at her bud, sucking on it too. Earning soft moans from her, her hand going behind his head. Her knees became weak.

Soap gently lays her back down on the rocky ground. He lifts her hips up, licking and attacking at her clit with his tongue, lapping up all her juices leaking from her.

"S-Shit," she mumbles.

Soap looks down at her as her head goes back and her thighs squeeze around his head. His left hand then moves behind her thighs he sticks two fingers inside of her, he quickly moves his fingers in and out of her.

The only thing heard was wet sloshing sounds of his tongue and his fingers.

"Fuck, fuck, S-Soap. I'm going to-"

"I know, I know," he says as he picks up the pace and he could feel her tightening around his tongue and fingers and soon cum starts spilling out of her.

"Ah!" she moans out as Soap smirks.

"Fuck, your moans make me so fucking horny," he moans out.

"Then fuck me, MacTavish," she teases rolling onto her stomach ass in the air slightly moving it around, he smirks and gives her ass a harsh smack earning a yelp from her.

He gives himself a few pumps before sticking himself inside of her, he earns a few soft moans from her, she tightens around him again and he slowly starts to trust inside of her.

Letting her get use to his size, she taps his lower stomach in a way to start moving faster and he does. His balls start tapping against her sloppy wet pussy, making sticky sounds and soft moans from her.

"Ah!"

"God is this what you feel like?" he asks as his dick moved in and out of her velvety walls.

She buries her face into her hands feeling embarrassed but she loved this feeling with Soap, they've only kissed before, but never had sex with each other.

"Fuck you feel so good around me," he teases.

"Please make me cum," she begs him.

"And I'll do just that," he says, close to her ear, kissing the shell of it.

He starts moving faster, his tip hitting against her spot over and over. She could feel cum leaking into her, the sloppy sounds filled the cave again and soon she moaned out loudly and ended up coming all over his lower half.

It was a mess.

Soap goes back down and starts licking her clean.

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"God, what's taking them so long?" Ghost asks.

"She had to find him already there's no way she hasn't found him yet."

"Where was he?" Price asked.

"He was in that cave, but it's a small cave, she would have found him immediately," Gaz says.

"You sure?" Price says.

"Very."

"Hey, there they are," Ghost says.

"WHAT TOOK SO LONG!?" Alex yells.

"Had a bit of a battle!" Soap says back. Soap's hand traveled from Y/n's back down to her ass giving her a light squeeze making her jump a little.

"Y/n, you good? You're shirts all wet. Don't tell me he got you?" Price asks.

"I fell into the water." She lied.

"Yeah, I had to go save her," he flexes his muscles like he was the hero. Y/n rolls her eyes at him.

"Lieutenant, you cold?" Ghost asks.

"Just a bit, I'm sitting out for the next round," she says, passing her water gun off to Alex.

"You sure?"

"Yep, have fun guys," she says, grabbing her towel and wiping water and sweat from her body as she lays back down and starts soaking up the sun again.

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grimm-cod · 1 year ago

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Simon is DEFFFF a GIRL DAD (2)

When you and Simon have another girl, the twins are soooo upset.

Sage and Saffron didnt want the attention to be taken off of them, having had all the attention to themselves for the past 5 years.

Simon would have to reassure them that you and him still loved them.

"Just because your little sister is here doesnt mean we love you two any less. You two are such good big sisters." Simon reassured.

Simon would name this one: Indigo. going with the color theme.

When Simon finds out that Sage has a boyfriend, oooohh it got messy.

"Sage Riley, i swear to god, if you do anything with that boy, i'll kill the both of ya." Simon would tell her, his threats obviously empty. it hurt him so much to see his little girls grow up.

"Dad, you literally havent even met him. give him a chance." Sage would reply.

Simon didnt plan on meeting the kid, because he didnt want to. he didnt want to see his baby grow up, and have to deal with boy drama.

You finally convinced him to meet the kid after awhile, and when they met, Price was there for "protection", but he was really only there so that Simon could intimidate the kid more.

When the kid did come, he brought two bouquets of flowers, one for you, and one for Sage.

You immediately melted as he handed the flowers to you with a smile.

"These are for you, Mx. Riley." the kid would say. he was dressed nicely, and very sweet. until Simon came into the room and basically interrogated him. poor kid.

"Drugs?" Simon asked.

"No, sir." he replied.

"Alcohol?"

"No, sir."

"Simon, give the kid a break." You would intervene.

Simon eventually broke, and welcomed the kid into the family.

Sage and him were together for 2 years, and eventually, Sage broke up with him because it "got too boring".

When Indigo got a boyfriend, he was more loose and willing to it, having seen Sage go through a healthy relationship just fine.

Simon gave the kid his normal interrogation, asking every question that crossed his mind. the kid was a little more closed off than Sage's boyfriend was, but Simon didnt care too much.

Simon still worried of course, but eventually relaxed.

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queenhunter102 · 6 months ago

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Part 16

Part 15 part 17

Simon gently pushes you towards one of the beds, “Simon, don’t tell me you got into another fight”, came from Doc, who sat at the desk in the corner, his back turned.

“Not this time, Doc”, Simon said as he took a seat on the plastic thing that made him look twice the size he was. Looking at Simon, Doc glanced over his shoulder before his eyes lazily followed to the bed where you sat.

“I saw you a mere two weeks ago. Don’t tell me you got into it with someone,” Doc asked as he picked up a notepad and pen. Simon sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the small plastic chair.

“Remember I told you about Captain Wells and Jenson?” Simon said, watching you take a deep inhale of his shirt. Doc hummed as he walked over. “Vaguely,” he said, sitting on the same rollie stool you had been introduced to weeks ago.

Simon watched you jump when he growled, “He attacked them in the showers; he-” he snarled, which caused you to snarl back, the omega instinct reacting to him. Doc held his hands between you, Silencing Simon and soothing you simultaneously.

Doc turned his head to you. “Did he touch you?” he asked as he crossed his left leg over his right; you shook your head as you sniffed Simon’s shirt like it was a drug.

Doc nodded as he wrote on his notepad, “I assume you have gone and reported this,” Doc asked, his eyes flicking to Simon, who nodded. "Johnny is taking Jenson to Captian’s office right now.” He gritted out, still not liking that you were attacked under his watch.

Doc nodded as he pushed his way to his desk, picking up a report, a pen, and a clipboard before sliding back and handing it to Simon. “Write what happened,” he said, sighing. Doc turned to you. "Now you,” he tilted his head as he eyed you, marking down onto the chart, his eyes flicking between you and his charts.

Doc then sat the clipboard down to the side as he stretched his hand to you. “Let me see the damage,” he said, waiting patiently for you to give him your hand. You eyed him before hesitantly giving him your hand.

Doc hummed as he checked it over. “No scratches, no bites, and no cuts,” he said, bringing his other hand up to lightly touch your skin, pressing his eyes and scanning your face for a reaction. “No bruising currently,” he said, gently putting your hand down and picking his pen and clipboard back up, noting his observations.

“I take that is your Shirt?” Doc asked, his eyes turning to Simon, who nodded. Doc sighed, shaking your head. “I wish your Alphas would stop doing that,” he said as he moved closer to you, tilting his head again and eyeing the side of your head.

“Why?" came Simon’s rough reply. Doc rolled away before he answered, “They had just gone through something traumatic, sexual in nature, I imagine,” Doc said; Simon made a low grumbling sound, begrudgingly agreeing with him, “I still don’t get it, Doc,” Simon said sliding the report sheet onto the bed beside you.

“Omega’s tend to become attached to the first Alpha smell after a traumatic experience”, Doc said, as he picked up gloves and a small bag, sliding back, “You think I would hurt them” Simon barked, lunging for Doc.

Doc just slid away. “Luitenant Riley, is there any need to jump to such violence?” he said, sounding bored. Simon stood from his chair, growling as he moved behind you. Your head whipped to find Simon. “Calm down; he’s just struggling with his Alpha,” Doc said, calling your attention to him.

He slid back to you, picking up the report sheet, his eyes scanning it before picking up his clipboard. You watched his eyes flick between the report sheet and his clipboard. “Lieutenant Riley says that he and Sargent MacTavish found you on the floor,” Doc said.

You nodded as you pulled your legs closer, your omega instincts whispering to you, asking to bathe in the big mean alpha’s smell and bury yourself in his scent.

Doc sighed as he put the clipboard back down, rolled back to you, gave you a gentle smile, pulled a little torch from the pocket in his uniform, and clicked it on in your eyes. “Follow my finger,” he said as he lifted his hand and moved his finger from side to side.

“Good, it doesn’t seem like there is a concussion, but I would like for you and the rest of the 141 to remain grounded for a week or two,” Doc said as he clicked his little torch off before returning it to his pocket again. Simon growled, “We’ve been grounded for two weeks; we don’t need to be grounded for another two.” Doc only turned his head to Simon, lifting a brow.

“I frankly don’t care. You have an omega now, and the whole team needs to care for them,” Doc said. You huffed a little, your omega feeling like it could care for itself and not need to be cared for by a whole team of Alphas.

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rookiesbookies · 1 year ago

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Soap’s Wedding under the cut

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Tooth-aching Fluff

Soap’s wedding was a huge deal with 141. Price immediately stepped up as a father-in-law for Soap’s beloved Fiance. In reality, he had been waiting for this moment with no kids of his own and his group of strays he took on.

Soap sat at the feet of his fiance, his back to the couch she was sitting on as she played with his mohawk. While Price argued with them about being allowed to pay for part of the service. Of course, her family has offered to help pay for a large sum of it, they had been saving for it since she graduated college, however she didn’t want to burden the Captain with their wedding for any reason other then an invitation.

“Captain, while I appreciate the offer, are ya sure? I ain’t ya bloody kid.” Soap interjected, Price went a bit ridgid at the comment. A pang of sadness in the back of his mind at the thought.

The look in Price’s eyes gave Soap’s sweet fiance all she needed to know. She leaned forward to Johnny’s ear and whispered something as she rubbed his shoulder.

“John Mactavish-Price Jr at ya service!” Soap chirped up. Price let out a chuckle and shook his head as planning continued.

Gaz was ADAMANT about handling both the bachelorette and bachelor parties. For the fiance he rented the party room of nice restaurant. Something classy and what he felt the woman about the put up with the sargent for the rest of his life deserved. Gaz’s girlfriend insisted on decorating the bachelorette party as she didn’t trust Gaz to do it.

For Soap? They rented the pub next door. Declaring it the party and giving any poor lad who walked in a shot or a beer in them. He knew better than to get a drunk Soap far from his fiance because he’d just end up calling her the whole time.

Half way through the parties, Soap ended up calling his fiance, blabbering and slurring about how much he missed her. So she and the girls got to go food for the guys from the restaurant and headed over. She found Soap laying all over poor Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who was trying to nurse a whiskey in peace, as Soap cried about not having his lass with him.

Gaz and Simon enjoyed watching her console him, cooing about how she was right there. This Soap was a far cry from the vibrant celebration Soap they had seen an hour ago. At first he didn't even recognize her through his squinted eyes. Until she had gotten him to straighten up.

Price sat there the whole time chuckling. Soap had never been a sappy drinker until he had someone to miss, he nudged you with a laugh. “With how he’s acting I may be walking him down the aisle instead of your father walking you. Its bloody obvious who’s wearing the pants here.”

“Hope he picks a pretty dress when you take him shopping,” she retorted with her own giggle, Soap’s arms around her waist and his face content in her neck with a soft smile. He was blissfully unaware of their jokes.

Soap waited a long while to pick his groomsmen. Everyone knew who they would be.

Price was the easiest ask, Soap did it while holding your hand right before Price offered to help pay. His fiancé asked Price’s wife if she'd be a maid of honor a moment later when they were washing dishes from the dinner.

Gaz and his girlfriend were the next to ask. They had come over for drinks and Gaz had his arm slung around his girl’s shoulder and a beer lazily in the other. It had been a heated debate over soccer (or ‘football’) and Soap shouted, “I wasn’t expecting one of my groomsmen to be disagreeing with me like this!” Or something dumb like that and Gaz immediately shot up to give him a bro hug. Soap turned to his fiance, “I told you he’s see the right side eventually.” Soap’s fiance rolled her eyes.

Asking Ghost to be Best Man was going to be tough. Especially when Simon doesn’t do warm and fuzzy in the traditional warm and fuzzy way.

The original plan was to have dinner with him but when Soap realized Simon wasn’t on base or at his apartment this week. Which meant there was a GIRL.

Soap figured this out while drinking and getting touchy with his fiance, so obviously the next course of action was calling an uber and showing up at Simon’s location with a giant sign and a boombox. Right?

Soap was shirtless, his pants were unbuttoned but zipped. His fiance held the sign that read “BEST MAN?” painted in white on cardboard clearly torn from a large box. She was in her pajamas while Soap played SexyBack by Justin Timblerlake, when that at full volume didn't get Simon out, he played the Scottish National Anthem. He sang it as loud as he could until Ghost’s situationship came to the window and opened it giggling. Simon wasn’t has amused.

“JOHNNY. COULDNT YA HAVE WAITED TILL THE MORNING.”

“YOU HAVE A WOMAN AND YOU’RE GONNA NEED A DATE, SIMON.”

“IF THE MUSIC ISNT OFF WHY THE TIME IM DOWN THERE IM YANKING YA BLOODY HEAD OFF, JOHNNY.”

The music was indeed off why the time a shirtless Simon got down there and introduced his situationship to Soap’s fiance. Simon almost referred to her as his girlfriend but hesitated and just said a friend. Johnny and his Fiance knew better than that with how the way the girl awkwardly stood and was sweating told them that something rough and sweat had happened that night and it wasn’t sparing.

When the actual wedding itself rolled around, the two had done basically everything out of order. Soap need for detail oriented everything made somethings take too long, the adhd nature of his fiance made others go to fast. It took them a week to decide on a song for their first dance because Soap wanted Scotland forever and his fiance wasn’t having it.

Lot of things like that.

Honestly Soap panicked about her dress, worried even the littlest thing could be wrong and he couldn’t even see the dress. Believe it, though, he begged and pleaded to be allowed to check it for problems before the wedding.

When he saw her come down the aisle, it felt unreal. He felt as though he could pass away then and be content. Johnny almost realized the tears coming down his face. It was a beautiful blue and white dress, the colors you can both chosen and the Scottish flag colors he had slipped passed you. The most beautiful blue sash on the most perfect gown for his perfect girl. It was relief. True relief.

Even Simon let tears fall, his face not adorned by his mask for once as it was shoved in Price’s jacket pocket. Gaz whole heartedly sobbed with no remorse. Price wiped a single tear from his eyes before standing strong and putting his game face on.

As the night continued so did the festivities until it came time for the newlyweds to depart. They didn't make it to the hotel before Soap’s hands were up her skirt and she was holding his tie.

Let me know what you want to see more of, my asks are open. To basically everything.

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bunnys-kisses · 4 months ago

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show-off (kyle's version)

kyle "gaz" garrick

cw: smut/pwp, filming, oral sex (kyle receives), doggy style, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, vaginal fingering, kyle is just the best boyfriend <3

simon's version | johnny's version | price's version

kyle loved his girl. he had a photo of you in his locker and in the front pocket of his uniform. while those photos were used for innocent reasons, a reminder of you. of your little apartment in south london, the plants that seemed to take over the place, the smell of morning coffee and the sound of your laughter.

while kyle liked to keep you out of the line of work he did, he knew that the rest of his team had taken a liking to his sweet girl. so it wasn't that shocking, that he wanted to thank his teammates for an excellent last deployment.

and that came in a video file to the group chat titled "gaz_and_birdie_2024.mp4". the file was quickly saved to the other men's phones just in case kyle had a second thought on sending it. they weren't going to miss the chance to see that pretty cunt on display.

the video started with kyle propping his phone up on some books. "how ya feelin', love?" he asked as he walked over back to the bed. you were laid out on your stomach, stark naked.

kyle sat on the edge of the bed in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. he palmed your ass lovingly and looked at you, "have anythin' to say to the boys?" he chuckled.

you looked from him to the camera, you were a littler flustered at the idea of being filmed but it made the heat in your core grow, "i don't know what to say, kyle."

he gave you cheek a squeeze and he leaned over to kiss you on the lips, "anythin'. congratulate the boys for their hard work? compliment captain price or lieutenant riley."

"but not sargent mactavish?" you asked playfully as you turned over to prop yourself on your elbows to look at your lover. he looked handsome in the afternoon light. those dark eyes gleamed with a sense of mischief, that he knew that he was going to drive you and the rest of 141 mad.

he cupped your face and you melted into his touch. he responded, "well, don't have to give him an ego now." before he grabbed you gently and pulled you into a kiss.

your position changed and you were on your hands and knees, the camera got a perfect angle of your body as you were guided down to kyle's cock. he took it out of his sweatpants and you made a small noise at the sight of it.

"little girl like you gonna be able to handle this?" he asked in an attempt to play up the size difference. he was clearing six feet tall and could pick you up like a bag of potatoes. his cock was impressive too, the sight of it excited you.

how kyle made you feel safe and protected, how he adored you. even when he was filming a little video for his teammates. his words were drenched in the sweet honey of love.

you looked at him and nodded eagerly, "yes, kyle." you leaned into his hand in your hair as your head was guided to his cock. in the bright afternoon sun, the camera could clearly see the sight of you taking your lover's length in your mouth.

kyle looked at the camera as he guided your mouth into a steady pace. the feeling of your sweet lips around his cock excited him. he grinned to the camera and said jokingly, "wishin' you were here, captain price."

and as you sank lower down, taking more of his cock in your throat, "you too, lieutenant riley." and finally when you got his cock to the root, he hissed, "don't forget you, sargent mactavish. my girl would've put on a nice show for ya."

the teasing to the camera only made you hotter all over. the weight of your lover's cock in your mouth made you moan as you rubbed your thighs together. kyle's hand in your hair was guiding, he wasn't making your choke. but he made sure that every last centimeter was in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

"see why i'm lookin' at her photo all the time." kyle laughed as he combed his fingers through your strands once you got the rhythm ingrained in your head.

he was smug with himself, he's got his precious girl sucking his cock on camera. he looked down at you and egged you on to go a little faster. he said, mostly to the camera, "she's such a good girl for me. i came home and she had made me my favourite dinner. a proper roast. can't get yourself a girl like that anywhere." he thrusted up a little bit into your mouth.

you made a small choke noise, but eased it into your throat further. you whimpered at the praise. you did believe that you were kyle's perfect girl.

"i know you boys love your little slags, especially you captain price." kyle chuckled as he felt the heat in his gut grow, "pretty little things you find online you need a good woman price, someone like my little birdie" he shuddered at the pleasure.

you whined in response as you continued to deep throat him, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall into the comfortable lull of giving your boyfriend oral pleasure.

"i know you too, johnny. i've seen your rotation of pretty little bonnies who come over and you just fuck 'em and send 'em home. ya gotta romance your girls." kyle laughed. he could let his ego get a little inflated as you choked down on his cock.

this was his little show off of the lovely girl that he shared a home and a bed with. he could feel the warmth grow, the pleasure coursed through him as you continued to take him down with no problems.

"make 'em feel good and in turn they'll be sweeter than honey." he tucked some hair behind your ear and said, "isn't that right, birdie."

you arched your back a little further and kyle placed a hand on your ass. he grabbed at it then eventually his fingers sank into your pussy. the sound of your wet cunt being played with was clear in audio of the video.

you moaned around his cock as you felt it throb in your mouth. his fingers moved faster in and out of your aching cunt. just as you were on the edge of orgasm, you felt kyle give one last thrust into your mouth as he came.

he hissed through grit teeth as he felt it take all the air out of his lungs. he panted, but his cock remained stiff. he wasn't done with you. he pulled an orgasm out of you through his fingers stuffed in your cunt.

"that's it, that's my girl." he praised as he slowed down his pace. he watched you look up at him. you looked so cute. eventually he pulled his fingers out and gave them a hearty lick. the taste of his fingers on his fingertips. he looked at you like you were the center of the universe and said, "c'mon, i'm not done with you yet."

he got out of his clothes, his strong body on display. all the nicks and scars across toned muscle. all that training left with him a handsome physique. as much as he praised you, you should also be praising him.

you stayed on your hands and knees and he got off the bed then back on. he slotted himself beside you, in clear view of the camera. he looked towards the lenses and smiled.

"hope you still have a little bit of fight left in ya." he knew that price was probably down for the count by this point in the video. he slipped his cock in so easily, it was like cutting through butter with a hot knife.

he sank into you like he had done hundred of times over. you were both sweaty and still in the after glow of your first orgasms. but that didn't stop kyle from rutting his cock up inside of you.

you were soaked and it made him see stars. oh how he loved his girl, his sweet birdie. he was happy that he got to show you off too, show what kyle gets to come home to after every deployment.

the sounds of your love making filled the room, he hunched over you and held your hands in his. fingers interlocked. his cock bullied your insides, but the weight in your gut felt erotic. you panted and whined into the covers, you felt your heart hammer in your chest the more he fucked you.

"precious girl." he purred, "ya like how i fuck you? ya like how i feel stretchin' your poor pussy out. knowin' it's all for me." he was close enough to kiss at your jaw, he could almost feel your pulse point under his lips.

he knew you were running hot as he fucked you. the bed creaked a little the further he took it. his own heart was hammering in his chest, he could feel the sweat in the nape of his neck.

he was filming himself fucking the love of his life. he had you under his weight as he practically had you bouncing on his cock. you panted heavily as you felt the weight of his cock inside of your sweet pussy.

"please, kyle. ah! i love you." you arched your back to get the most of his thrusts. he responded by giving you ass a playful swat.

"i love you too, birdie. my sweet girl. givin' me a house and home to come back to. i think about ya all the time. sometimes i'll be smilin' just thinkin' about ya. what you're eating, if you're sleepin' enough. gotta make sure my girl is alright while i'm catchin' bad guys." he laugh as he dipped his nose to behind your ear, feeling you close to him.

the praise from him was heavy and he laid in on thick. but it made your heart soar and your affection for him grow. you couldn't help but bury your face into the sheets im emabressment as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you.

kyle noticed and kissed the back of your neck, "don't hide from me, love." his kisses were wet and loud, like the thrusts against your pussy.

you felt connected to him, loved by him. this wasn't purely a sex video, it was a documentation of two lovers caught in a sexual embrace.

you held onto the covers as you ass bounced against his cock. you could feel the heights of orgasm once more. you panted heavily into the bed as you clamped down on his cock. you whimpered loudly as you arched your back.

"that's my girl." he purred as he listened to you let out a loud, pathetic moan as orgasm gripped you once more. it only made him push you into the bed further and launch a full attack on your poor pussy.

his balls hit your ass as he fucked you. his praised came out a little slurred as you reached you peak. another strained noise and you were limp on the bed in an attempt to collect yourself post orgasm.

"birdie." he said, the name drenched in love. he got the perfect angle and battered his cock against the back of your pussy. his breathing was haggard as he felt himself nearing orgasm too.

a few more quick thrusts and he was hunched over you once more. his cum spilled into your sweet pussy as you laid there gentle as a lamb. such a beautiful little thing.

he slowed down and rested back on his heels for a moment. he kept a hand on your lower back to steady both of you as the rush to his head subsided.

he kissed the small of your back lovingly before he pulled you up into his arms as he laid down on the bed. there was a couple of moments of silence as you two were trying to catch your breath. he then let you go (much to your dismay) as he got up to turn the video off. the last few moments of the video, kyle's softened cock was in full frame as he went to grab his phone.

he labeled the file and sent the video. he got back into bed and rubbed your hip as he sent a follow up message to the group chat, "sleep easy, boys. will be takin' the missus out for another spin. see ya in a few days."

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