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fablehaven-rulez · 21 hours ago

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need to see this with the entire team ngl

taking one (& another & another & another) for the team | soap x reader x ghost | inspired by: @softaestluv johnny's pent up blurb

It started as a joke. "I'm gonna die if I don't get my cock wet soon," Johnny whined, sprawled backward over the couch, legs spread, hand draped over his forehead like he was seconds away from his last breath. *"Swear I can feel it in my fucking molars, mate. I'm gonna explode."

At first, you and the others ignored him. Typical Soap — loud, dramatic, a walking sexual frustration PSA. But it didn't stop. If anything, it got worse: every mission debrief, every meal, every late-night sit around the barracks, Johnny lamented his poor, poor cock like it was a national tragedy.

When he started describing how tragic his wanks were — "My hand's too fuckin' rough, not the same, need something wet, something tight—" — you snapped. Loud enough for everyone in the room to hear: "Christ, Soap, I'll fuckin' take one for the team if it'll shut you up."

Johnny sat up like you'd just offered him oxygen.

Which is how you found yourself bent over the nearest flat surface, jeans yanked halfway down your thighs, Johnny pressed tight to your back, rutting into you like a man possessed.

"Fuck—fuckin' hell, love, yer savin' my life," he groaned, hips slamming into you like he was trying to crawl inside. "Warm 'n tight, fuck, could stay here forever."

You barely bit back a moan, hands braced hard enough to hurt. You weren't supposed to enjoy this, just do your duty to the squad’s sanity.

But then Johnny started whining again — not his usual loudmouth bitching, but these needy, half-choked sounds against the back of your neck.

"Need ya," he rasped, like he couldn't help himself. "Need yer cunt, fuck, not gonna be enough, need it again—'m not done—"

Even after he came — hot, messy, filling you to the brim — he didn't stop. Still rocking against you, still murmuring desperate filth into your skin, already hardening inside you again.

You realized then: You hadn't fixed the problem. You'd made it worse.

He barely pulled out before he was pushing right back in, thick and slick with his own cum, grinding into your overstretched walls like he could merge the two of you if he tried hard enough.

"Fuckin' perfect," Johnny slurred against your neck, teeth scraping along your skin. "Mine now, y'know that? Filled you up good—fuckin' claimed you—"

You tried to push him off, half-hearted at best — muscles trembling, brain fogged from how full you felt — but Johnny just wrapped an arm around your middle and held you there, hips rolling slow and filthy, fucking his own mess deeper inside.

"Nuh-uh, love," he muttered, pressing kisses to your shoulder, messy and possessive. "Said I'd lose my mind if I didn’t get to fuck you. Y’think one load's enough to fix this? After all that sufferin’?"

You whimpered, feeling his cock twitch again, fully hard despite just cumming. He chuckled low against your skin, voice dark and wrecked.

"Told ya I'd go mad. Now yer stuck with me, sweetheart."

He fucked you slow the second time — not like the frantic, desperate slamming from before, but a grinding, possessive rhythm, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you properly. Every time you clenched around him, he gasped, praising you in that ruined, filthy brogue.

"That's it, good girl," he breathed. "Take it all, take it like y'made for it. Fuckin' born to milk my cock, huh? Gonna pump you so full you won't remember what it feels like to be empty."

You felt him bulge even thicker inside you, grinding down into your cervix, every thrust stretching you wider, making you feel owned in a way that had nothing to do with orders or duty.

Johnny growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. You barely registered it before he was moving — hands gripping your hips, manhandling you onto your back like you weighed nothing.

"Wanna see," he panted, almost delirious. "Wanna see how fuckin' ruined you are for me."

Your legs were shoved open before you could think to protest, ankles tossed over his shoulders. Johnny leaned back just enough to look — and groaned, obscene and ragged.

"Fuckin' hell, look at that," he hissed, watching his cum leaking out of you, your cunt red and puffy, still clenching greedily around nothing. His cock throbbed in his hand, still wet, still ready.

"So messy, love. Drippin' for me already. Y'know what that means, don’t ya?"

You shook your head weakly, breath stuttering in your chest. Johnny just grinned, all teeth and danger.

"Means I’ve gotta fill you up again. 'Til you can't take any more."

Without warning, he lined himself up and pushed — forcing his cock back inside your sore, sloppy cunt in one thick, slow thrust. You cried out, back arching, and Johnny moaned like you were his whole damn salvation.

He didn’t give you a chance to breathe. Started fucking you immediately — deep, grinding strokes that had your whole body jolting with each brutal snap of his hips.

"That's it, that's it," he gasped, head tipping back, sweat dripping down his temple. "Take it all, pretty thing. Gonna make sure yer stuck full of me. Walkin' round leakin' my cum for days."

Your brain barely worked anymore. Just open-mouthed whimpers, toes curling, walls spasming around him like you wanted it — wanted everything he was giving you and more.

Johnny's pace turned frantic again, slamming into you harder, the sound of skin against skin filthy and wet between you.

"Belong to me now," he growled, words punching out of him with each thrust. "No one else. Fuckin' mine."

You couldn’t even pretend to fight it. Couldn’t think past the way he filled you so perfectly, the overwhelming heat, the way his cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you until you felt tears spring to your eyes.

He buried himself to the hilt one final time, grinding down against you, hips jerking as he spilled deep again, thick and endless. You could feel it — the heat, the stretch, the way he pulsed inside you like he was branding you from the inside out.

Johnny didn’t pull out. Just collapsed over you, mouth hot and messy against your jaw, still twitching inside your wrecked cunt.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. "Still not enough. Need you again, love. Gonna fill you 'til you’re round with me, swear it."

Johnny stayed buried in you for a long moment, hips grinding lazy, slow circles, as if trying to force every last drop even deeper. You could feel it leaking out around his cock — hot, sticky, obscene — and you whimpered, overstimulated and wrecked.

Johnny noticed immediately. Growled against your throat, feral.

"Leakin'," he muttered, almost offended. "Can't have that. Gotta keep it all in, love. Need you drippin’ full for me."

He finally, finally pulled out — and the flood of cum that gushed out made you sob, weak and broken. But Johnny didn’t give you a second to recover. He dropped between your legs, shoving two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep and obscene, scooping the mess back up.

"No wastin' it," he rasped, fucking his cum right back into your cunt with slow, filthy thrusts. "Take it all, greedy girl. You fuckin' need it."

Your legs kicked weakly at the overstimulation, but Johnny just grinned — wild and unhinged — before spreading you wider, his thumb pressing down hard on your clit while he stuffed you full with his fingers.

"Gonna breed you proper," he whispered hoarsely. "Fill you so deep you’ll be round with me. Belly all heavy, stuffed full of my fuckin' load—"

You sobbed, hips rolling despite yourself, body desperate for more even as your mind shattered into static. You should have known it’d be like this — Johnny didn’t do anything by halves.

He leaned down, mouth dragging messy, possessive kisses along your trembling stomach like he could will it to swell.

"Mine," he murmured. "All fuckin' mine."

And that’s exactly when you heard the door creak open. You barely had the strength to lift your head, vision blurry — but you saw a tall shadow in the doorway.

Ghost.

He stood there, silent, unreadable behind his mask — just watching. Johnny didn't stop. Didn’t even slow down. He curled his fingers inside you again, making you cry out, making more of the mess spill down your thighs.

Ghost's head tilted slightly, almost curious.

"Problem?" Johnny barked over his shoulder, voice wrecked but cocky as hell. Like he wanted Ghost to see — to know.

Ghost said nothing. Just crossed his arms slowly over his broad chest.

Johnny smirked and turned his attention back to you, dragging his fingers out with a wet squelch just to stuff them right back in — slow and possessive.

"That's right," he said lowly, clearly for Ghost’s benefit now. "Had to take care of it myself. Filled her up so good she's fuckin' leaking. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?"

You whimpered in response — too broken, too full, too wrecked to argue.

Ghost watched you for a long, heavy moment — chest rising and falling — before he spoke, voice flat and unreadable: "You better clean up after yourself, Soap."

Then, calmly — without another word — Ghost shut the door behind him with a click.

Johnny barked out a wild, breathless laugh against your stomach. "Come to help, mate?" he panted, fingers still lazily dragging through the wrecked mess of your cunt. "Think she needs it. Poor thing's so fuckin' stuffed already, can't hold it all."

Ghost didn’t answer. Didn't need to.

He stalked closer, heavy boots thudding against the floor, until he was standing right at the edge of the bed — looming over your trembling body. You watched through blurred eyes as he popped the button on his cargo pants, dragging the zipper down slowly, deliberately.

Johnny shifted you slightly, spreading your legs even wider, thumbs digging bruises into your hips to keep you open — presenting you like a ruined offering.

"C'mon, Ghost," Johnny muttered, voice rough and wild. "Don't leave the girl waitin'. Look how pretty she is—drippin' fuckin' ready."

Still silent, Ghost wrapped a hand around the base of his cock — thick, flushed, already leaking — and lined himself up.

He didn’t ease in. Just pressed the fat head against your already-used, dripping hole and pushed.

You screamed, body arching off the bed, overwhelmed instantly by the stretch, the pressure, the unbearable fullness of taking another man inside you without even a second to adjust.

Ghost let out a low, broken sound, not quite a grunt, not quite a moan, and buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"There we fuckin' go," Johnny whispered against your ear, laughing breathlessly. "Take him, love. Take us both."

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Ghost fucked you without mercy — slow, devastating thrusts that forced Johnny’s mess and his own spit to spill down your thighs in filthy, wet streams. He said nothing — just breathing harshly through the fabric of his mask, hands brutal on your hips, using you like a living, breathing fucktoy.

Johnny kept whispering filth into your ear — encouragements, praises, commands — while Ghost destroyed you from the inside out.

"That's it, good girl," Johnny crooned, petting your hair while Ghost slammed into you. "Take it like you were fuckin' made for it."

You felt your mind fracturing — pure overstimulation, pure broken pleasure — as Ghost fucked you harder, grinding deep, his cock stretching you to the point of tears.

And then Johnny shifted again — ducking low between your legs to lick around where you were stuffed full, his tongue dragging over your overstretched rim every time Ghost pulled out just a fraction.

"Fuckin' hell," Johnny gasped, almost reverent. "Look at that, Ghost. Cunt's swallowin' you like she needs it."

Ghost let out another low, broken sound — and picked up the pace. The bed creaked violently under you, your body jolting with every brutal, punishing thrust.

You could feel it building — some dark, overwhelming climax you couldn’t fight — tightening low in your stomach, burning up your spine.

Ghost suddenly reached down and gripped your throat — not tight, just heavy, possessive — and that was it.

You shattered. Clamping down around him so hard Ghost actually groaned, thrusts going sloppy, brutal. And then you felt it — hot, thick, spilling deep inside you, Ghost’s cock pulsing violently, joining Johnny’s mess inside your ruined cunt.

You lay there twitching, barely conscious, as Ghost finally pulled out — slow, heavy — and watched as his cum immediately leaked out after him.

Johnny's hand was already there — catching it, stuffing it back inside you with lazy, satisfied fingers.

Ghost pulled his gloves back on silently, redressing with mechanical efficiency. Said nothing. Before he left, he pressed one gloved hand to your trembling thigh — firm, approving — and then disappeared out the door without a word.

Johnny leaned down over you, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

"Told ya, sweetheart," he whispered with a wicked grin. "Was gonna fill you proper."

And from the ache in your gut and the obscene mess between your thighs —you knew he wasn’t lying.

Morning hit like a slow, heavy sledgehammer.

You barely even remembered falling asleep — just flashes: Johnny fucking his cum deeper into you with lazy, loving thrusts while you sobbed into the sheets; Ghost’s heavy hand gripping your thigh one last time before disappearing without a word.

Now your entire body ached. Your thighs were sore, trembling even at the slightest twitch. Your pussy was a wreck — raw, swollen, still leaking a slow, lazy drip of milky white that soaked into the crumpled sheets beneath you.

You tried to shift — to roll onto your side — and whimpered immediately. Everything hurt. You could feel the mess drying on your skin, inside your cunt, coating your thighs.

And Johnny, of course, was already awake.

He lay stretched out beside you, arms tucked behind his head, a smug, satisfied smirk spread wide across his face.

"Mornin’, sunshine," he drawled, voice rough from use, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Sleep well?"

You glared at him weakly, too exhausted to even muster words. Johnny just grinned wider.

"Y’look wrecked," he said cheerfully, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead. "Proper job, that."

You tried to move again — a pathetic, sluggish attempt — and Johnny laughed, full-bodied and warm.

"Aw, poor thing. Can’t even fuckin' walk, huh?"

His hand drifted down — over your collarbone, the bruises he’d left, the fingerprints, the possessive marks — until he palmed your lower belly, pressing down just slightly.

You gasped, muscles clenching reflexively around the lingering mess inside you.

Johnny's grin turned wolfish.

"Still full, are ya?" he murmured. "Good girl. Holdin’ it all for us."

He sat up slowly, bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat, and pulled back the sheets.

You whimpered as cool air brushed your ruined, sore cunt — thighs automatically trying to close, to hide yourself.

Johnny tsked softly, spreading you open with two rough hands like you were something precious to be displayed.

He hummed low in his throat — a sound of satisfaction.

"Ghost’ll be pleased," he muttered, almost to himself.

You blinked sluggishly at him, confused.

Johnny chuckled and gestured toward the nightstand. There — sitting neatly next to a bottle of water — was a simple piece of paper. No name. No explanation. Just three short words, written in Ghost’s heavy, blocky scrawl: “Hold it in.”

Your heart hammered painfully in your chest.

Johnny laughed again — delighted, wrecked — and leaned down to press a filthy, claiming kiss to the inside of your trembling thigh.

"Guess we’re not done after all, love," he whispered against your skin. "Orders are orders."

And from the wicked glint in his eye, you knew you weren’t getting a break anytime soon.

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emmster · 2 days ago

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It’s been a bit

#cod destiny au #call of duty #Ghoap #ghostsoap #My art #Ben meaning to get back to this I’ve just been stupidly busy #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #procreate #johnny soap mactavish #digital art #sergeant soap mactavish #destiny 2 #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish

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sophsthebest · 2 days ago

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LOL not to be horny on main but i absolutely need more fics with a pervy freaky!reader instead of perv!character. Like cmon guys, idk 'bout you all but personally i LOVE LOVE LOVE BEING FREAKY ON MY PRIVATE TWT 😔😛

Being a secret freak is so funny to me bc what do you mean i'm one of the most timid girls to new people but as soon as i get comfortable BOOM- You are getting touched up (consentually duh ofc)

Like please i'm such a freaky gal - I'm absolutely a little pervert but we never see perv readers like you're telling me geeky little Mark Grayson is stealing MY panties? Absolutely not. You're claiming that GOJO is a dom? Be real with me here. Oh, now Bruce. Mf. Wayne. Is pounding me like a nasty man? No, that's an old man right there- at most he's a bottom dom, he's absolutely getting a leg cramp fucking for longer than 20mins.

USE YOUR HEADS PEOPLE. LETS LET OUR INNER FREAK OUT PLEASE FOR MY SAKE 😔 (right i've said freak too many times in this post now. Bye)

Freak-omiter: 10/10 🤷‍♀️

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drgnflyteabox · 3 days ago

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red ochre [6]

series masterlist

previous || part six -> madder || part seven -> logwood

> summary: hellfire > tags/warnings: violence, fire, death, explicit sex, funerals, do not use tallow as lube, Stockholm syndrome / power imbalance, kiss, alcohol / drunkenness, mentioned hate crime

Smoke. Acrid, burning smoke – it’s in your nose, clogging your sinus, forcing your eyes first to open and then close against the sting of the smoke.

A deep and sonorous noise materializes to your right, booming, further panicking you until you realize it’s Simon shouting.

“Up!” he’s saying, “get up, stupid girl, go.”

You surge up, heart pounding, swinging your head side to side, sucking in air only to cough as it quickly burns.

“Get up!” Simon says again, shoving you by your upper back forward. You slide out of bed, coughing still, stumbling to your feet.

Vaguely, you hear Johnny somewhere, muffled by the blood pounding in your ears and your growing lack of air. You make a wheezing, strangled sort of sound before another set of hands presses against your upper back and pushes you again toward the door.

Everything moves quickly from then on.

You’re shoved outside into the freezing cold, bare feet jumping against the icy ground, breaths coming out in frozen puffs. Simon and Johnny come out after you, and in your disorientation you hadn’t seen them arming themselves; now you see it.

Clanging, heavy weapons, some at their sides and in their hands. Simon is wielding the sword Johnny gifted him, and he’s wearing his skull mask.

You’d forgotten how terrifying they could look. They’re hard to look away from, even as the night glows orange with flames.

Flames, Jesus– you gasp again, and this time the cold air shocks you. The house is aflame, in fact— there’s fire all around, all over the village, and there’s shouting, clanging, the sounds of feet pounding against frozen earth.

The sound of a child crying out seizes your heart instinctually, head swivelling towards the sound before you’re pulled again by a hand at the meat of your upper arm.

“Come,” Johnny says, voice harder than you’ve ever heard it, pulling you hard until you stumble behind him. Your feet scrape against the icy ground, but the feeling only serves to wake you further. You look behind you at Simon, who you’re frightened of at this moment, prowling behind you with eyes like fury.

He didn't look nearly this venomous the night he’d raided your convent and stolen you, nor when he’d beat your behind or when you’d tried to run. He looks bigger this way, shoulders bunched at his ears not defensively but like a coiled spring, fists flexing as they carry his weapons, steps light but purposeful—he won’t trip or falter. He’s an ox like this, a warhorse. You look away.

“Stay here,” Johnny bites, pushing you through the door of the main longhouse. Inside, mothers and children, elderly, and a few of the younger boys.

You freeze for a moment, the flames of the houses closeby in your mind, a vision of burning alive trapped in this building invades your head and makes you think of hell again.

“Is it safe—” you start, but the door is slammed shut and all you hear is the anxious murmuring around you.

A hand touches your shoulder and makes you jump before you see who it is; Kari. She smiles gently, and explains in the same manner.

A raid on the village. Occasionally it happens, Kari says. Rival chiefs, men to steal women for wives (like you), a search for new territory, new avenues into the sea.

Occasionally it happens.

Violence shouldn’t shock you anymore. You sleep beside it every night, beside bodies built for killing. You’re touched by the very hands that stole you, hurt by them (pleasured by them, taken apart by them—). And yet, you tremble with shock.

The sounds of the battle are muffled as if a dream. If this were hell, you think, you wouldn’t be so insulated. That comforts you, sitting beside Kari and her babe.

You can’t be sure how long it lasts. Hours, minutes, you sit with a breath high in your chest which refuses to be exhaled.

Visions of what might become you should this faceless, nameless assailant slay the warriors of this village prickle in the back of your mind, needling you, making you think of the awful boat ride to this place.

Would they be so kind as to give you a fresh, coveted fruit? As to feed you so well, clothe you, dig your innermost carnal desire out from the deepest recesses of your mind? Only in this moment do you think of that as a sort of kindness, without confliction nor shame.

Mortal danger drops the excess in your mind, the fog, it sharpens and simmers down everything but the most necessary; Simon, Johnny, God, yourself.

You’d take them, you realize, over the unknown, over amorphous evil and the uncertainty of the world. When you started to feel grounded, you aren’t sure, but you do. More so than at the convent, when you’d floated like a spectre in the halls, held inside by stone and obligation.

The doors open with a flurry of cold air, wind rushing in and blowing up your dress. The chief steps inside, then her second, then Gaz— he beelines for his family.

Laswell’s chest is heaving. She’s flush with the fight, knees still bent on the defensive, hand curled around a smaller but no less deadly weapon than the heavy iron sword Price has got.

“That’s the last of ‘em,” he grunts. You don’t see Simon or Johnny anywhere, you’re afraid to look down at the blood, at the bodies, and John notices, “they’ll be on their way soon enough.”

His words don’t soothe you. The lick of uncertainty you’d felt in the days Simon was gone returns; only it swallows you, now. What will you do without them? Would anybody help you, feed you? More than likely you would be taken as a thrall and made to do labour. Kari might take you in, and you might eventually be content, but you aren’t as sure about her husband.

Serious faces everywhere. Gleeful faces. Flushed, panting mouths, muscles bunched, the smell of iron and salt. It smells like pressing your cheek against the stone wall of the convent and praying to disappear.

You pray instead now for security, for the return of your warriors, and God answers in kind. Simon steps in first, eyes sweeping the room until he sees you.

He frightens you again for a moment, prowling again as he had earlier in the night, a man with an objective in his eyes and nothing in the world— physical or spiritual— that could stop him.

Johnny follows. They both appear unharmed, but your heart is pounding in your ears and your breath stutters, and you’re too relieved to really check.

“The fire,” you start, but stop. You want to ask if its out, how much damage it's done, if the little house you’ve been living in has been burnt or lost, but you can’t. To speak such a thing would be to admit your relief, to admit that you’ve grown familiar with the bed and the pots and pants, the furs, and the men inside it.

“Put out,” Simon says. His voice is raspy.

“Cannae do much about it now,” Johnny helps you stand, “better wait till its light again.”

The moonlight illuminates some of the damage, but even if it were pitch outside you’d be able to smell it. Smoke lingers, and the sound of weeping begins somewhere not too far off.

“Two dead,” Simon says. He might’ve sounded detached, even callous to the untrained ear, but you recognize it for what it is. He’s still on guard, focused only on what he can control, what he can protect.

You make another realization; his protection extends to you. His body is angled in a way that leaves you partially behind him, partially at his side. Johnny is beside you too, but his eyes are pointed forward, like a pulling dog.

They light a fire when you reach home, and prop wood against the door to keep it shut.

Johnny steps towards you, but you shake your head and step back away from him. He must see something in your face, maybe in your eyes that tells him you’re much too shaken, because he turns back towards Simon and kisses him instead.

Seeing this is nothing new, but your lips part for a tremulous breath when they press hard together and grunt like bears.

Their breath puffs in clouds between them, the house still warming. It must be hot between them, you imagine.

They press so close it's as if they’re trying to push through each other, clothes shedding, the hairs on their chests scraping together with a soft, gritty rasp.

Simons palm finds Johnny's sternum and pushes him back against the table, bent backwards over it, legs coming up and heels planted against the wood bench. He turns for only a moment to grease his fingers with soft fat (tallow), the kind he sometimes turns into soap. The clean kind, rendered and rendered to creamy white.

It melts clear against Johnnys skin, dripping out against Simons fingers from his hole. You step back quietly so as to not disturb them and sit back onto a chair.

Wetness drips, the fire crackles, and your cunt warms between your legs. You ignore the feeling.

Simon pumps him slowly, surely, one finger then two then three. Johnny breathes heavily, tilting his head back.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob to and fro against his thick neck, eyes roving against his skin, his scrunched eyes and pink parted lips.

“Can’t wait anymore,” Simon murmurs, leaning down to press a wet, sucking kiss against Johnny's jaw.

He pulls him up again, steadying him on his feet, then pulling the bench so that it separates you from them. Johnny's palms plant against it as he bends for Simon.

For a moment, time slows as you watch Simon push the head of his cock into Johnny, sliding in and making him whine. Your clit pulses for attention, but you refuse to even press your thighs together.

Johnny gazes at you with wide, too-blue eyes, lashes dark and appearing smudged against the candlelight. He looks younger this way, handled so by Simon, lips parted and wet. You think he could probably harden himself against the steady thrusts, the soft clap of skin on skin, but he lets Simon move him back and forth. Let's himself be rocked.

You appreciate this insight into their dynamic. There hadn't been much deep curiosity into the how of this part, but now you ponder (to ignore your need). Does Simon penetrate each time? It's hard to imagine otherwise, to imagine him vulnerable enough to let somebody inside.

Maybe he'd show you, one day. If they ever did it that way. Would you ask? You aren't sure.

“My boy,” Simon murmurs, his voice raspy, “taking it so good for me.”

You shiver. Johnny notices, and reaches for you, lacing your fingers together.

You let him, not limp nor squeezing him back. But you let him, and he flushes more at your touch.

“Look down,” Simon's voice is different when he speaks to you– not quite as soft as the way he speaks to Johnny. You look.

Johnny's cock bobs back and forth, hard and red, sprouting curved from the dark patch of hair that climbs all the way up to his chin. You look at his chest, his soft torso, feathered with the same dark hairs. A scar or two stands out silvery, while some are red or pink.

His abdomen flexes while Simon ruts behind him. His fingers flex against yours like he wants to squeeze and let go at the same time.

“See how he gets after?” Simon slides his hand up Johnny's spine in one long arc, resting his palm against the back of his neck, “see the thrum of blood in him?”

You do. He's alive, warm and flush, smelling of smoke. Tomorrow there will be rebuilding, there will be plans and boats built and a meeting in the longhouse, there will be mourning, but tonight–

Tonight, they reconnect. You watch, active only with your handholding, soothed by the moment despite its moral degeneracy.

Sodomy. Perhaps men engaged in this way back home, perhaps they didn't. You'd never have been able to tell, nor had you ever seen it.

You don't miss the poetry of the moment; two lovers who might have been burnt for their sins coupling after being touched by fire. God himself had to at least play some hand in it, you think.

In a moment so perfect.

Simon thrusts like he's exchanging breath with Johnny, like breathing life into him and taking it back into himself. Inhale exhale. You wonder if he can feel Johnny's heartbeat inside the way you can feel it against your palm, if the steady pulse comforts him after such a battle.

He's wet. The tip of his cock pearls with white, dripping down, in sync with each push inward.

“How does it feel?” You whisper, intending only for Johnny to answer.

You want his words, his experience. Though you know he's not a shy man by any stretch, this is still an act of trust, despite all of the history come before.

He's surrendering. Letting Simon bend him, carve into him, all the while open to you.

“Heat,” Johnny says back, “home.”

They leave you the next morning so early that when you wake up you panic, thinking again that a raid has come– that it is the middle of the night, and the village is on fire.

“Sh, lamb,” Johnny murmurs, leaning over you. He smooths your brows with a rough thumbs and presses you back down to the bed.

You fall back asleep quick enough after that, still tired, rocked and sated from the night before. When you wake up they're back and the whole cabin smells of sweetness and salt.

“Just a little,” you hear Johnny say, “in the porridge. And some of the onions.”

“Greedy boy,” Simon grunts back.

“Ah think she'll like it.”

You sit up, and blink your eyes at the sunlight. It's pale yellow and bright, maybe early afternoon.

“Come,” Simon motions for you, holding a bowl.

They've caught crabs, somehow. In this weather, you hadn't thought there'd be any left. These are brown, different to the reddish ones you've eaten before, and there's a whole basket somehow.

Johnny's pushed Simon to cook the meat into a savory porridge. There's onion and salt and animal fat, making the crabmeat all the more sweeter.

“Thank you,” you say. This is a warm and filling meal, a steadying meal. You recognize the effort it took– they must've been out for hours in the cold to catch these.

Simon stares at you with that dead gaze of his, the one you've dissected, that doesn't spell contempt as much as you'd thought before.

“Can I help?”

“There's lots tae do,” Johnny says, and you take it as a yes.

Warm crabmeat in your belly, you separate from them and beeline your way to where the older women and a few of the mothers are minding the children. It feels familiar, the shared experience of anxiety from the night before giving you a commonality with them.

It’s unspoken, that connection. You see it fleetingly in their eyes and in the way the children don’t shy from the stranger anymore, the way they hand you tasks without asking and feed you when food comes.

The stronger folk need to rebuild the woodhouses, while you and the others sit in circles and weave as fast as your fingers allow with all the yarn and thread of the village to replace necessities. Many of the wool blankets were soaked in ice water and used to quell the flames, many of the beds slashed as attackers sought to kill quietly in the night.

Your knuckles ache, fingers pricked from sewing, the days going by in a blur of mending and sleeping and sucking delicate crab meat from the shell.

Gluttony, you might’ve thought a few weeks earlier— now, it feels like recompense. Your dues for the tweak in your back, the knick in your neck, the babies you hold while their mothers pick through burnt belongings.

Simon softens slowly. There’s no certainty in the thought, but you think perhaps that he might trust you more. You remember his eyes boring into you from behind Johnny, the ones that spoke loudly without words, telling you that in his arms was his most precious thing. That to watch them was a privilege, to have been included in Johnny’s unmaking a gift (or perhaps more likely a test).

He returns home one day to you both with something precious.

“Whit did ye trade?” Johnny peers at the package. It’s wrapped in linen cloth and smells of brine.

“Peat.”

Johnny nods, holds his hands out, and receives the parcel, “butter! Ye know me so well.”

The cow four houses away had given a calf many weeks ago, and the milk was finally ready to be shared. Trade takes precedence over moneys after an event like this, resources allocated to those who need it most.

On that night in the steady quiet, you eat barley bread with squares of hot butter and sea salt. Your hands pulse with pain, but Simon notices the way you hold them and presses his finger into the meat of your thumb until your eyes sting with tears.

The funerals are different to the ones you’ve witnessed, but there are some similarities. Priests would perform last rites, sprinkle the deceased with holy water and bless their final resting place. Occasionally the nuns might help to prepare them, but often the monks of the abbey would assume the task.

There is a priest here— or perhaps an equivalent. He is flanked by two women, and they are all dressed in ceremonial garb. Furs, animal teeth, paints made from dyes smeared on skin.

The woman to his left places items onto the pyres of the dead; weapons, food, coins, a silvery sealskin and wooden carvings. Her skin merges in with the dark purple of the dye against it, fingers dipped, chin and cheeks striped.

You sense a quiet authority in her, losing yourself to watching the careful preparation of the fallen, standing between Simon and Johnny.

The event takes place not far from the village itself, and both your men had been a part of erecting the pyres by collecting wood.

Nik, the man you’d met so many weeks ago, has slaughtered two goats and laid them down gently.

Their blood paints the snow, spreading down as the priest lights the pyres. Strangely, you aren’t afraid, nor disgusted.

The celebration that follows shocks you, however. Voices roar with laughter and mirth, stories are exchanged, more than one duo excuses themselves to couple directly outside the longhouse where the festivities are held.

Roast meats, cheeses from the cows milk, dried fish, and sparse servings of crab are passed around. Barley bread and salt are gulped down with mead and barley beer, cheeks flush and Johnny keeps his arm wrapped around you most of the night.

His palm presses warmly against your stomach, fingers flexing as he howls with laughter beside Price. Simon is quieter, but he cracks dry, gruesome jokes every once in a while that both disgust you and make your cheeks hot.

The names of the dead are Asmund and Gunhild. You don’t recall seeing them, but your minds eye comes alive and vivid with their lives as stories are passed around.

It’s startlingly wonderful. Shocking, but what catharsis. Mourning is too often confined and hushed, you think. Or it was, back in God's country.

You feel a thirst, and look around the room. Candles and the centre fire burn bright, the smells of food and sweet honey in your nose.

“I’m thirsty,” you lean in to whisper to Johnny. Requests for them are few and far between for you, even despite your relaxation. The most you’ve asked for are cloths for menstruation and other basic necessities.

Before Johnny can react, Simon stands and motions for you. You follow him to a dim corner, where he fills a cup for you from a wooden cask.

The mead is sweet on your tongue, a little sour, but refreshing nonetheless. You drink for some time until the festivities slow, until you’re dizzy with it, eyes half lidded.

Johnny and Simon exchange words, and you’re lifted under your armpits by Simon, who pulls you close.

“Come,” he says. You leave Johnny behind, where he drunkenly continues his conversation.

The walk home is quiet, the noise further and further behind you. Your steps are wonky, and Simon has to steady you more than once, saving you from slipping.

You reminisce, or perhaps are reminded of the time you’d run away. The time they’d revealed their intentions for you.

“You love him,” you mumble, lips loose, jaw looser.

Simon hums. That means yes.

You let him help you change to sleep. Your thick wool is exchanged for a looser, offwhite shift. You still blush as he brushes your breast with a thumb, as he nakedly stares down at the thatch of hair between your legs.

You wobble as you crawl into bed. He watches you, steadying your hips with a wide palm.

“M’watching the baby tomorrow,” you tell him, for no reason at all. Gaz and Kari are helping another family to build new furniture, so you’ll be with Tyra.

“That’s good practice,” he says.

He turns to leave. Your hand, made of mead, reaches and grips the bottom of his shirt in your first. He turns.

You lick your lips, spinning despite being laid down, hot and curious. You motion for him to lean down, bend to you, and when he does—

You lean forward and press your lips carefully to his.

Simon has no expression on his face as you flop back down to the mattress, the vision of him blinking in and out as you fall asleep.

“I was curious,” you try to explain, try to rationalize. You just wanted to know, wanted to feel for yourself ever since the night of the attack, the night they’d lain together before your eyes.

“Go to sleep,” he says, voice drifting further away, “there’s butter left for breakfast.”

#drgnfly writes #simon riley x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x ghost #soap x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #ghost x you #soap x you #simon riley/reader #john mactavish x reader #SORRY #its so hard to post with just my iPad my god #anyway i hope no one is disappointed lol #its kinda short but #<3

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agoraphxnics · 13 hours ago

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fem!afab!reader

wandering into a cave to seek shelter from the storm only to come across a slumbering dragon!price. he’s massive with radiant golden scales. you freeze, adrenaline shooting through your chest and piercing your ears. you slowly back away, trying not to wake the beast, when your back crashes into a thick wall of flesh. you look up to see another dragon!gaz blocking your exit.

“hmm, what do we have here?”

you face him, stepping backwards to make some distance. gaz isn’t as large as price, but his red scales still intimidate you to no end.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t know this cave was occupied. i was just cold and needed a place to hide! i-i can leave and never come back!”

a grumbling resounds from behind you. it shakes the ground you stand on, making you shake from more than just the frigidness. a third dragon!soap appears, picking you up in claws and bringing you to his piercing yellow eyes and green-scaled maw. “poor li’l sapphire. didnae know this was a dragon’s nest?”

you curl in on yourself. “n-no! i swear! please don’t eat me! i promise i meant no harm!”

gaz laughs, stomping forward to look at you closer. his maw is so close—just one sharp exhale, and you’d be a pile of ash. “trinket, we won’t hurt you. you’re too cute to eat.”

“ye. we only want tae play with you a bit,” soap adds, using his other paw to ‘gently’ pat your head. it jolts your whole body.

you sniffle. “what do you mean?”

“mating season.” from the darkness, a fourth dragon!ghost appears. he’s taller than the two, all black scales and authority. you gasp, eyes widening.

“si!” soap scolds.

at the same time, gaz says, “don’t scare her even more than she already is!”

the former huffs. “why waste time when we can get to the point?”

gaz pulls away slightly to give you space, but his gaze still holds yours with intensity. “look, trinket. we dragons mate in autumn, and you caught us at the right time. if you help us, we’ll reward you handsomely.”

“john has quite the hoard,” soap continues, “and he’d be willing to give ye whatever ye need to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

“all we ask is that you let us breed you,” gaz finishes.

you gulp, the adrenaline now pooling somewhere else. somewhere wet and hot. the idea of four dragons fucking you makes you keen, thighs pressing together unconsciously.

“but how would this work?” you ask, looking over at ghost’s underbelly. from a slit on his abdomen, you can see two large cocks starting to poke out, and from the heads alone, they each look just as big as you.

the three chuckle, and soon a fourth voice joins in on the laugh. price finally makes a move, standing up and walking over to fully cage you in soap’s palm.

“oh, treasure,” he rumbles amusedly, “dragons can shapeshift. we wouldn’t want to break you, would we, boys?”

the three grunt in response.

you feel awed by their power, and when you don’t respond, price barks out an order. “kyle. simon. johnny. show my treasure what i mean.”

soap places you back on the rocky floor. suddenly, the sound of cracking and contorting echoes through the cave. and before you know it, three massive humanlike men stand before you. sharp horns protrude from their heads, human flesh surrounds random patched of scales, and their backs sport gigantic wings and a tail. most importantly, however, they are naked and proudly presenting two scaly cocks between their legs, tips weeping with seed.

in that moment, any doubts or reasoning went out the window. drool ran past your lips, and your tongue quickly followed to lap it up.

soap laughed, crouching in front of you to caress your face. “li’l sapphire likes what she sees.”

“does that mean we can ‘ave ‘er?” ghost grumbled, claws moving to fist his aching cocks.

gaz sneaks behind you and whispers in your ear, “it’s up to her.”

you take them in, lustful eyes raking over their faces, their bodies, their everything, desperate to find out what pleasure they’ll give you. craning your neck up to where price still towers over you all as a dragon, you call, “can i see you, too?”

a contented sound leaves price’s throat as he shifts into a burly man just as aching as his pack mates. he stalks to you, those eyes still gleaming like the apex predator he very much is, and he turns you to face him. “well? are you pleased with your mates?”

you nod.

the four of them purr, finally putting their hands on you.

“good treasure. now just sit there and look pretty for us. we’ll take good care of you.”

writing smút is hard >_< maybe i’ll continue this one day but for now enjoy dragons bc they hot asf

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sirenmoth · 2 days ago

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wrote this in like 20 minutes from this prompt by @goatgoesmbe (written on phone)

Any tf member x reader with a meddling Johnny who can and will steal you the second the opportunity arises

The second Johnny found out you and your man had an argument he pounced. It was an accident he even found out in the first place, your partner was being very careful and tight lipped about the whole situation, only bringing it up to another member of the task force in secret asking advice on the, to him, a very minor thing but to Johnny? It was major, grounds to dive in and take their sweet bird from them.

It started small, planting little seeds of if he thought this was a minor problem how would he react to a major problem, giving his brother in arms luvie a shoulder to cry on and a ear to listen to your worries, never overstepping nor overbearing, just there when you need him.

And your man noticed, how could he not?

When you asked how Johnny was doing, accompanying him to the pub with the rest of them after a mission, talking with the Scotsman’s about anything and everything. To you it was a friendship, to your partner, an inconvenience. Watching how the Sergeant was trying to meddle with his and yours affairs, he already made one slip up and now he can’t risk another.

He won’t risk giving Johnny more ammunition to try and take you from him.

Because John Mactavish is a dog, a rabid dog that will sink his teeth in anything, even if he has to fight someone for it, even if that someone is a person he considers his own brother.

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leyavo · 2 days ago

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TF 141 x Drone Tech!reader

With the increase in technology and the use of drones in the field, Captain Price was forced to employ a technician that specialised in the area. What he didn’t expect though, was Johnny to jump at the chance to visit the military research centre where you worked.

Your call-sign, R2 because everyone spelt your name wrong and you were forever correcting them saying there’s two r’s not one. The Technician’s a lot tamer in their nicknames than those in the harsher environments.

Johnny volunteered to let the drone chase him through a practice sweep, which ended up with you both setting a new time record. The day before you were given the go ahead to map the layout and plan, a different training ground you weren’t familiar with. As Johnny swept through the assault course, you were just ahead. Price was watching you though, the way your brow furrowed as you stared at the small monitor of your device, control stick snapping back and forth as you spoke to johnny.

“Recon, you can do that in a more urban setting? How high up can it go?” Price has already watched some of the videos of your missions, knows what it’s capable of. He just wants to see you in that setting. See how you fit in with his task force.

Cue you chasing Johnny and Simon through some rat run of a town on the other side of the world with said drone R1. You’re in their ears warning of upcoming threats, instructing them of the best route or telling them about the perfect takedown. Kyle and Price at your back, scoping the area incase you get hurt, the three of you on top of a derelict building.

“Beam me up scotty,” Johnny says, looking up at the drone and directly into the camera. “That’s trek, Johnny,” Simon and Price correct him every time. It’s always been a running joke, well the Star Wars ones and the beeping droid. So much so that Johnny set your ringtone to r2d2’s beeps. (John Price is a Star Wars nerd -> I just know it)

“R2 beep if you can hear me.”-“Fuck off, Soap.”-“Close enough.”

If you aren’t the chaser, you’re mapping out the land and trying to find the best place to start.

Johnny also helps you fix your drone when it takes a few hits, teaches you some demolition skills too. He sees how much effort and care you have with the piece of technology, so he takes it seriously, it’s not a toy that can be taken for a spin. That and the amount it costs.

And when your drone’s been shot down, you’re also part of the team to retrieve it. You and Kyle are like each other’s shadows, taking up space the other has left behind. Creeping towards the location of R1. A joke that he’s also an R2 because of his surname Garrick. You end up getting paired with him most of the time.

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caoimhewrites · 1 day ago

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Unexpected Addition (pt2)

Continuation of this drabble. The boys with dogs will always be one of my favorite things

WC: 1.3k

Ghost still thought that the dog was hideous. He swore up and down that he couldn't stand it. But you knew that he loved it. When he thought you weren't looking he had the dog cradled in his arms like a baby, giving it kisses.

Now was one of those times. You heard his voice from the living room, soft and gentle.

"Well look at you. You're a weird little fucker, hmm?" He chuckled softly and you poked your head out from the kitchen. He's seated comfortably on the couch, dog in hand.

He's got the sweet dorky smile one, the one you always complain about seeing too little of. Of course he puts it on for the dog. The dog he didn't want.

His big, scarred hands rub over the dog's wiry fur, messing it up even more. "You're a cutie. Don't tell anyone I said that, yeah? Keep my secret?" Simon pulls the dog up closer to his face and gives it a quick kiss. You watch his face screw up in disgust.

"Whoa. You need a bath ugly one."

"Simon? Bonding?" Your tone is teasing as you step out from behind the wall.

You almost feel bad. The poor man looks like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes widen for the shortest second, so short you almost miss it. He pushes the dog away and grimaces.

"No. The beast just... jumped up here," He shrugs off the suggestion, looking away from you almost sheepishly.

"Sure, sure. He just jumped up there. There was no snuggles or kisses." You laugh and saunter over, looking down at him as the dog rubs against his legs.

"Exactly," he grumbles, still refusing to look up at you as he awkwardly clears his throat. "No snuggles. No kisses."

König took to the dog immediately. He was just happy to have another living thing in the house that was as unreasonably big as he was.

He even had the poor dog wearing sweaters. He was laying in bed after getting home from a particularly rough mission, the dog, which he took the liberty of naming her Bertha. No attempt at talking him out of it worked.

So Bertha it is. She laid on top of him, big head flopping down onto the pillow next to his.

"It's nice to see that you're her favorite. Even though I was the one who adopted her," you huff, looking over at your husband.

"You don't give her enough treats," he laughs, ruffling her big floppy ears. Bertha whines and shifts her large body, accidentally kicking you with a massive paw.

"Ow, you give her too many treats. She's not allowed to have so much," you scrunch up your nose in distaste. The vet had told you to tone it down on the treats, but to König, that meant to give her even more as long as she was happy and continued to prefer him over you.

"But look at her. She deserves as many treats as she wants," he pouts petulantly. He's always spoiling her like this, but you can't be mad when he looks at you like that, those big pleading eyes.

"Just... limit it to three a day... please?"

Price had agreed to keep the yappy little beast to make you happy. Little did he know it would make him his mortal enemy. No day at home was spent safe from its tiny, sharp teeth sinking into his heels or latching onto the leg of his sweatpants, being dragged around as he walks through the house.

"Love, please get this... dog away from me," he almost pleaded as Angel, the name that you had chosen... naturally, yapped at him and growled at his feet as he tried to relax on the couch with his book and cigar.

"She likes you," you gush happily as you walk over and take a seat next to him. You give him a kiss on the cheek and rest your head on his shoulder, his beard scratching against the top of your head.

"Likes me? Love, that dog is out to get me. She was clamped onto my ankle for half an hour," he complains with exasperation. His hand tangles into your hair, playing with it gently. "I know you like her but she's an evil little beast, Love."

You gasp in offense and whip your head to look at him. "John Price! How dare you, she's the sweetest," you defend with your face scrunched in annoyance. Angel, who had been quiet, naturally takes your defense of her as an opportunity to jump up on your lap and start barking and growling at John.

"See!" He chokes back a laugh as Angel's little body shakes through her shrill yelps. She's like a dog possessed, tiny teeth bared and eyes blazing, completely and utterly unhinged.

"She's just sensing your negativity," You turn away from him with grace and stroke Angel's short, white fur.

Gaz, much like König, had befriended the dog instantly. He has it, yes it, tucked under his arm as he putters out to the yard. You still weren't sure if it was male or female. There was a good chance that it was some sort of alien demon and not a dog. You had no intention of being the one to find out.

Kyle was satisfied either way, alien or dog, he didn't care. He lets out a big sigh, taking a seat in his adirondack chair right in the sunny spot. The dog takes off running for it's ball, always insisting that Kyle play fetch.

"Look at that little freak go," he beams as he tosses the ball across the yard, watching the disproportionate body fly across the grass.

"It really is a little freak isn't it?" You let out a laugh, walking out with two cups of tea, one for him and one for you. You loved your little morning routine. You two always sat out in the yard with your tea, watching the little scruffy creature play happily.

"One of these days we'll need to figure out what exactly it is," he suggests as he takes a sip of his tea, leaning back in the chair comfortably.

"Not it," you spit out quickly. "That's all you," you chuckle and lean into him as he puts an arm around your shoulders.

"Fine, fine. I'll take it to the vet so they can do it," he smiles and shakes his head as the dog bounds back up to the both of you.

Soap didn't think too much about the new dog, too preoccupied with all the other animals you insisted on keeping. This was the third, no, fourth dog you had taken in in the last three years. He was used to having no space in bed and animal fur coating all his clothes. The guys on base always teased him for it, but he knew not to complain, you loved those dogs as much as you loved him.

He currently found himself on the floor, buried under your new companion plus the cat that you brought home last month. They had made camp right on his chest. It was anything but comfortable, the combined weight of the animals making it difficult to breathe.

"Love... Love help me," he groans, trying not to disturb the animals too much. He learned last time that the cat would not hesitate to make her annoyance clear.

You laugh as you walk over, looking down at the adorable sight. "Awww how sweet. They love you, Johnny," you coo and bend down to ruffle the dogs ears.

"Yeah, yeah it's real cute," he grumbles. "Now can you get them off, I can't breathe and I don't need whiskers over here trying to slice my face off again."

You carefully shoo the cat away, leaving just the dog on top of him. The dog whines and licks his face, making him chuckle. "Well at least one of them likes me."

Taglist: @little-mini-me-world@angeldemon28@iminlovewithjasontodd@i-like-foxs@dravenskye@lilynotdilly@thatghostlykid@lostintransist@nicolebarnes@vybzwithjaz

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abusivegymrat · 2 days ago

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141’s queen bee

You feel the material of Ghost’s jeans against your bare back, shifting uncomfortably when your bra strap gets stuck in his belt. Your cheek is smushed against his massive thigh, that you have no shame burying your head in. The warmth radiating off of him places a gentle veil on your eyelids, lulling you into a dreamless sugary slumber.

Price sits on the other end of the couch, caressing your smooth legs with his callused palm, eyes locked on the rise and fall of your chest, glistening with admiration and gratitude. His eyes stays locked on the TV as his fingers roam your lower body.

Soap and Gaz are just the bridges in between, so that your back doesn’t ache as you lay pretty in your makeshift thigh bed. Soap occasionally raises his drink to your lips, and Gaz slips a few popcorns between them until you fall asleep.

They want to take care of you. Because you always take care of them.

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frudoo · 2 days ago

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As You Please Masterlist

141 Elementary School AU

Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - collab with @ladykelsi

A collection of asks/oneshots.

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The Original Thought

First Day of School

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Asks are open (and encouraged)!

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john soap mactavish #poly!141 #poly!141 x reader #teacher au #school au #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader

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moody-alcoholic · 1 day ago

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These Violent Delights

Chapter 31 - Change

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 10k words. Maybe John and Simon both leaving was a bad idea...

CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (heats, claming, knotting, nesting), Sex, threesome MMF, oral (M receiving), PiV sex, heat sex, masturbation, blood, description of wounds, alcohol, hurt/comfort, mentions of past abuse.

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It’s been 3 days since they left. You barely leave your nest. Everything just feels wrong. You spoke to them when they landed in America but then Johnny said something about them having to ‘go dark.’ You’re still not sure what it means but all you know is you’re not going to be able to talk to them for a few days.

You’re in your nest, it’s early morning the sun is only just starting to come up. You miss when the whole room was a perfect nest with you all in it. It shouldn’t feel like they’ve destroyed it but it does, the room looks empty even with the furniture moved back into place. All that's left is your small space in the corner.

Johnny sleeps on the sofa, while you won’t leave your nest. You don’t want to, you have John’s hat and one of Simon’s masks. When Johnny wakes to go make breakfast you go over to the sofa stealing the loose pillows and throw them into your nest.

It doesn’t feel right, nothing feels right. The alphas are gone, they could be getting hurt, they’re going after the professor. Nothing feels right anymore, you focus on fluffing the pillows up against the wall. Your nest is becoming bigger, maybe that's what you need; a bigger nest.

You pick up Simon’s mask running your fingers over the white skull print bringing it up to your nose and take a deep breath in. It smells of him, the ground after rain and gunpowder. Your fingers run over John’s hat. He has the same mellow scent, only more smokey.

Kyle walks into the room stretching and looking over at you. “Morning.” He says.

“Morning.” You say, you should get up and sit with him. You don’t want to leave your nest though.

“How did you sleep?” He asks.

“Good.” He nods and goes into the kitchen leaving you alone. You put Simon’s mask back down and look over at the sofa. It looks empty now with no pillows. You sigh, getting up and going over to pick up the blanket draped over the arm. You wrap it around you and head into the kitchen.

“What do you fancy, love?” Johnny asks, smiling at you while Kyle is over by the kettle. “We’ve got eggs, bacon, beans. I can whip up some batter if you want pancakes or waffles.” You’re not sure what you want, you are hungry though.

“How about tea first.” Kyle says putting a mug down in front of you as you sit up on one of the stools. You reach out to warm your hands around it. Kyle comes to sit next to you with his own mug.

“Beans sound good, and eggs.” You say. Johnny smiles, already turning around to fish through cupboards.

“What about you Gaz?”

“Same.” He says.

“How do you want the eggs fried or scrambled?” Johnny asks. You sigh looking at Kyle.

“Surprise us.” he says, sipping his tea. You smile reaching over to hold his free hand lacing your fingers with his. You watch Johnny walk around the kitchen collecting way more things than you think he needs while you sip on your tea.

“Do you think we’ll hear from John or Simon today?” You ask as Johnny cracks eggs into a pan. His eyes flick up to Kyle who squeezes your hand.

“Maybe, it’s still early over there, we’ll know later.” It’s not as reassuring as you want it to be but it's better than nothing.

“You should call Piper later.” Johnny says, you look up at him stirring the eggs. “If you want to of course.”

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.” You say nodding. You feel better after you’ve eaten and end up lounging on the sofa cuddling between them while you watch the random show on TV Johnny and Kyle seem strangely interested in. When it ends Kyle brings the laptop in and helps you set it up to call Piper.

“I can leave if you want?” He says when he’s done.

“Maybe.” You say, you’re not sure if she will want to talk about the bunker, you’re not sure if you want them to hear about all that yet. If not for their own sanity. Kyle presses a kiss on your forehead.

“Call us if you need us.” He says and leaves you alone in the living room. Your finger hesitates over the laptop, the mouse hovering over the call button. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, you click to start the call. It rings out for a few seconds then connects, another second later you see Piper's face pop up on the screen.

It makes you smile instantly, and makes you sad for some reason, you miss her too.

“Hey hun, how are you feeling?” She sounds sympathetic, you almost want to cry and tell her everythings horrible, you miss her, you miss your alphas, nothing is how it should be.

“I’m okay. I miss you.” You say keeping your voice level and swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I know I miss you too.” She says smiling. There’s a few seconds of silence you’re not sure what to say.

"How have things been without John and Simon?”

“Okay. I spoke to them when they landed but they can’t speak right now.” You say, she nods. “I have so much I want to say to them.”

“Like what?” She asks, suddenly you’re drawing a blank, you had millions of things you wanted to say and now you can’t think of any.

“I-I’m not sure.” You say feeling disappointed.

“Why don’t you write it down. All the things you want to say to them, then you won’t forget.” She says, you nod thinking about the notebook they got you for christmas. Maybe you can take Johnny up on the offer to teach you how to draw.

“Do you want to talk about the bunker?” She asks. You look back up at the laptop, you realise you’ve been picking at your fingers.

“We don’t have to, if you want I can just tell you about what I’ve been up to.” She says. You nod but you feel like you need to try. It’s not exactly going to get any easier.

“I feel guilty. Like I should have been a better omega.” You say.

“You are a good omega.” Piper says. You don’t know what to say. “Does John tell you you’re a bad omega? Or any of the other members of your pack?” You shake your head.

“Hale would say stuff like that to you because he wanted to break you down. He never loved you the way your pack does.” She says.

“He loved me.” You say.

“He never loved you. He loves what you are. And you are so much more than just an omega.” She says, it makes you smile and you stop picking around your fingers.

“I remember when I saw it blow up.” You say. “It felt so final.”

“It was, there’s no more bunker.” Piper says.

“Where is Hale then?” You ask. It comes out a little spiteful, it's not her fault.

“We don’t know where he is but you’re safe. You don’t have to worry about him, he's not going to find you.” Piper says. You sigh, you don’t believe her but you nod anyway. You sit there in silence for a few minutes not sure what to say.

“What was Vanessa like?” You ask suddenly. Piper hesitates for a second before smiling.

“She was very nice. She was very sick, she had a genetic condition that would have killed her. Professor Hale hoped that the formula would be a cure.” Piper says. You smile, you’re not sure how you imagine her, all you can picture is a younger version of you.

“You would have liked her,” Piper says. You see her smile fade. Maybe it would have been easier having someone else like you around. But if Vanessa was alive you would never have been an omega, you could have had a whole different life. Do normal things like go to school, have friends, have a family.

You would never have been tortured, you squeeze your eyes closed letting the images of Hale flash in your head. He loved Vanessa, Piper's right he never loved you.

“Are you okay?” You hear Piper ask, snapping you out of your head. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.

“Did you love her?” You ask, you don’t want to have this conversation anymore. Maybe you’re not ready or maybe you shouldn’t have bought her up.

“I did.” Piper says. You’re not sure why it makes you feel jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous, she only had a better life than you, one where she was loved and had a family around her all the way until the end.

What did you get? You got to be the substitute daughter, the replacement. It makes you angry and jealous. You get up off the sofa, you look over at your nest, even that doesn’t feel like it would help. You ignore Piper calling you and storm out the room and up the stairs. You want your alphas, you want them back.

You throw yourself through the master bedroom door then slam it behind you before throwing yourself into the bed. You pull the duvet over you and sink your nose into the pillow. It still smells of them, the faint smell of alpha it’s the closest you can get to them right now and it makes you sob.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Go away!” You snap. You don’t want to see anyone. Of course Piper loved Vanessa, she was the first omega, the first person to test the formula. It killed her, but she was going to die anyway. You wonder if she suffered. You hope she suffered. You sob again, now you feel guilty, you shouldn't think about stuff like that. You shouldn’t feel jealous, Piper loves you, your pack loves you. You have a chance to start a family without Hale. It doesn’t feel right though, not while your alphas are not here.

“Love?” You hear Johnny’s voice come through the door. You’re too worked up to form words, your nose is stuffy and your head is ringing. You hear the door open and steps coming in as you grip onto the pillow.

“Everything okay?” He asks, he’s in the room now but he’s keeping his distance. You don’t turn to see him.

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “I’m tired. I think I’m going to take a nap.” You hear him sigh, you know he wants more, if it was up to him he would climb in the bed with you and hold you until you were ready to talk again.

That's not what you need right now, you need your alpha’s and since you can’t have them you want to be alone, with their lingering scent. Johnny would just ruin that, his beta would cut through the air dispersing what little scent is left.

“Okay,” he says. “You know where to find us.” You smile nodding as he leaves the room, you don’t hear him close the door but you don’t mind. You close your eyes gripping the pillow tighter, you take a deep breath in clearing your nose. You let the scent relax you, focusing your mind on Simon and John instead of Vanessa and Piper.

You should focus on the people you love, the people you know. Not the strangers who haunt you.

You wake to a throb pulsing through your body. It’s hot, it feels like you can barely breathe.

This is wrong, you’re in heat. This can’t be happening, your last heat was only a month ago. You roll over in bed, your nipples brush against your shirt and it makes you moan out. Fuck , you need John or Simon. You sob when you remember they’re not here.

You roll out the bed and fall on the floor, your thighs are sticky, your hand travels down between your legs. Your fingers land on your clit and you grind on your hand shoving your head into the pillow you pulled down with you. It still has a lingering scent of Alpha.

“Alpha, please.” You whine pushing your fingers inside you grinding your clit on your palm. It’s not long before you’re coming, you cry out burying your face in the pillow sucking in deep breaths. You can’t breathe, there’s barely any scent of alpha left but it’s enough to make your head spin.

You pant into the pillow as your body shakes, you can’t get a lung full of air in, but you don’t care you need your alpha. You hear a door open, you’re not paying attention to it though. The throb comes back to your body and you start to grind on your hand again.

“Johnny!” You hear Kyle shout, you pull your head out the pillow sucking in fresh gulps of air, you smell beta. Kyle comes over to bend down next to you.

“Kyle?” You ask, reaching out.

“Yes, love. Christ, you’re in heat.” He says his hand rubbing your arm.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Johnny says as he enters the room. You whine gripping at your top to give some respite to your overstimulated nipples.

“Please, alpha.” You whine.

“We should call Piper.” Kyle says. You don’t hear Johnny reply, you're too busy trying to make yourself come again. Suddenly hands are on you and you’re lifted up off the floor.

“Johnny, please.” You say as you’re placed down on the bed.

“I know, let's get these clothes off you.” He says.

“Please.” You reply still clawing at your shirt. He strips your clothes off and you shiver as cool air hits your body. Your hands are still between your legs but it’s like you can’t get any release, your fingers rubbing your swollen clit.

“Johnny please.” You beg reaching out for him with your free hand. You feel his shirt pulling on it. You want him to take his clothes off, you need him. Your hand drops down to the front of his pants. He steps back and you whine. You see Kyle come back into the doorway with a phone pressed to his ear.

You turn your attention back to Johnny, if you can’t have an alpha you’ll have him, both of them. You hear Kyle talking as you roll over reaching out for Johnny, you cry out as he takes another step back like he’s unsure what he should be doing.

“-I’ll let you talk to her.” Kyle says as he comes over, he bends down by your head putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey, hun how are you feeling?” It’s definitely Piper's voice. Your head is swimming, you don’t need her right now, you need Johnny and Kyle, both of them.

“Hurts.” You say pressing your fingers hard down on your clit. You hear her sigh, and call for Kyle, he stands back up and Johnny actually steps back towards you. Your hands fly to his pants, you feel his cock hard in his sweatpants. You’re pulling on the waistband.

“It’s called a protective heat.” Piper says.

“What does that mean?” Kyle asks.

“There’s a power vacuum in the pack. Both the alpha’s are gone, omegas are stronger when they're in heat. They heal quicker, have faster reactions, they have a higher pain tolerance. She’s doing this to protect the pack.” Piper explains. Kyle frowns looking over at you squirming on the bed.

“What do we do?” Kyle asks.

“I’ll come up in a few days, in the meantime you two will have to take care of her. Be careful though, if you startle her she could hurt you both. Her instincts will be turned up to the max; she'll preserve anything outside her pack as an immediate threat. Other than that it’s just like a regular heat.” Piper says.

“Doesn’t she need an alpha?” Kyle asks.

“Ideally yes but obviously that's not possible. Beta’s are capable of helping, you can knot her, it won't be as ‘satisfying’ as an alpha but it will give her some rest bite and with both of you there she should be fine.” Piper says. Kyle looks over at you unsure, you don’t care if he joins or not now. You’re desperate, you’ll take whatever they give you.

To your relief Johnny drops his pants and boxers letting you grip his cock and bring it to your mouth. You wrap your mouth around it humming, feeling a sense of relief as your mouth fills with saliva. Johnny moans and rocks his hips pressing his cock deeper into your mouth. You expect yourself to gag but you don't, your mouth just fills with more saliva as he bucks his hips.

You don’t care if you can’t breathe, you don’t care if there’s tears running down your face you’ll let him fuck your mouth for as long as he needs. It’s not quelling the hot throb between your legs though. You feel Kyle climb on the end of the bed but you can’t see him. You look up at Johnny who’s hand comes down to hold your face.

Even in the low light of the room you can see how dilated his eyes are. His cheeks and lips are flushed red and all you can smell is honey and beta. Mellow floral smells, nothing like alpha but you don’t care. You feel Kyle’s hands run up your legs to your knees, he spreads your legs and you squeeze your eyes closed as his gentle touch sends shivers up your legs to your pussy.

Johnny pulls his cock out your mouth and you suck in a breath of air before you whine, you’re already missing it. “Christ, love.” He says kneeling down by your face. You quickly look over at Kyle who’s also naked one hand pumping his cock the other rubbing your thigh. Your head swims as you start to move your body down the bed, bending your knees and using your feet to pull yourself closer to him.

“Kyle. Please, I need you.” Johnny stands back up following you down the bed. You want him too, your hand reaches out to grip his waist as you look back over to him, he smiles down at you. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out. You don’t care what you have to do, you want his cock back in your mouth.

He nods, pressing the tip against your tongue. You moan for him, your eyes wide as he smiles at you, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It’s almost like he’s enjoying this watching you pant with your tongue out begging for him to press it into your mouth.

Before you can start begging you feel Kyle's fingers against your clit. The contact is electric, it makes your whole body shake, his fingers continue down to your entrance and when he presses them in you clench around them cuming. You squeeze your eyes crying out and arching your back.

Johnny chuckles and while you’re still coming down from the orgasm he pushes his cock deep into your mouth. Maybe you have no gag reflex when you’re in heat, you don’t care your head is swimming and your mouth fills with saliva again. Kyle’s fingers pull out your pussy causing you to whine again.

“Fuckin’ hell. Don’t keep her waiting Gaz.” Johnny says one of his hands comes to hold the back of your head. You want to nod or tell him yes but Kyle listens, he doesn’t keep you waiting any longer nudging your entrance with the head of his cock. When he presses into you it takes all your concentration to not bite down on Johnnys cock. Instead you press your tongue up against it as he slowly pulls off the back of your throat and you can breathe again. You squeeze your eyes closed trying to focus on Kyle bucking his hips into you.

His hands pick up your thighs as he angles you so he can hit deeper inside you. You hum around Johnny’s cock, he likes that moaning and whimpering as he presses on the back of your head to take him deeper each time. You’re going to cum again, you’re close squirming on the bed.

“Fuck, love.” Johnny calls pulling his cock out your mouth. You don’t care, you arch your back moaning out.

“Kyle!” You call feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Johnny bends down by your head pressing his lips against yours, his tongue presses into your mouth lapping up the saliva left over from sucking his cock.

“C’mon, love. Cum for us, cum for us and we’ll make you feel so good.” Johnny hums in your ear before he presses another kiss on your lips. You nod mindlessly before tipping your head back as you cum.

“Fuck.” Kyle calls as he cums too. His cock throbs inside you and your body shakes. Your head is swimming, the smell of honey and leather is thick in the air. You expect him to knot you but he doesn’t, you look up at him and he bends over kissing you. His lips are soft and his kiss is slow, deep. He drags his tongue over yours humming in your mouth as you come down from the orgasm.

A second later the burn comes back, this time stronger. You break from the kiss, tipping your head back and moaning out, one of your hands reaching out for John, you feel his chest gripping onto his chest hair.

“Please.” You call through gritted teeth. You need them, you need more. You need a knot.

“Fuck, love.” Johnny breaths as Kyle sits back up between your legs.

“Lean her up against me.” Kyle says, his arms open as he shifts around on the bed. Johnny nods, scooping his hands under your armpits and pulling you up. You moan trying to cling onto him.

“S'alright, love. Nice and easy.” He says placing you back against Kyle. His arms wrap around you holding you secure against him.

“Shh, we got you. We’re going to take care of you.” Kyle breathes into your ear, his breath is hot on your fevered body.

“Please Johnny.” You call, reaching out for him in your haze.

“Please what love? What do you need?”

“Your knot please. Need it-” your words catch in your throat as Johnny’s hands run up your thighs. You spread your legs for him, his cock is pressed against your stomach, you can see a trail of precum slide down his cock and it makes your mouth water.

“P-Please.” You whimper, reaching down to touch him. His hand comes to your chin bringing your face up to look at him as Kyle presses kisses into your neck and along your shoulder. His eyes are glossy, his face flushed you watch him smile and blink at you.

“You’ll get what you want.” He says before kissing you. When he breaks his hand drops down your chest to his cock. You angle your hips up for him, he smiles guiding his cock to your pussy letting out a breath as he pushes inside of you. You moan, your hands pressing on his chest as his hips stop flush against yours.

You wrap your legs around his back and he picks up your legs. “Beautiful, our beautiful omega.” Kyle says, his hands coming up to play with your breasts. Johnny leans over pressing a kiss on your forehead then your cheek. He slowly bucks his hips, his cock driving into you with long deep strokes.

Kyle's mouth nips on the back of your shoulder, it makes vibrations run down your spine. You moan with Johnny as one of his hands runs up from your leg to your waist then your stomach and arm. He leans forward pressing a kiss on Simon’s mark. It feels wrong, it makes you freeze up but the feeling is quickly gone as his mouth moves to your other collar bone.

“Christ, love. I need you.” Johnny says, it’s almost a growl, even though he’s running his tongue and lips all over you his pace hasn’t faltered, his cock driving into you at a rapid pace. Now both their mouths are nipping at you, their faces pressed against each other as they trace the sensitive sink on your shoulders. You feel your breath pick up with them as you chase the peak.

Before you know it you’re cuming. Then you’re hit with blinding white pain, you cry out as everything goes black.

When you come too Johnny’s mouth is still locked on your shoulder. It stings, you’re trying to push him off but you have no energy. Kyle is still behind you holding you secure as your body shakes. He marked you too, you can feel the fresh wound throbbing on the back of your shoulder.

“Johnny.” You say through gritted teeth. Your head is swimming as Kyle reaches over and grips his hair pulling him off you. You lay their panting against Kyle, you feel blood run down to your chest and back. You want to touch them, feel their marks.

You don’t get time to process it for too long though before the burn comes back and you’re squirming in Kyle's arms again. Johnny wipes the blood off his lips as he starts to thrust into you again slowly building back up to the speed he was at before.

“Johnny, your knot please.” You’re begging now, your hands travel up his chest and around the back of his neck.

“Of course. You can have my knot. So fuckin’ perfect for us.” Johnny says as he slams into you harder. You’re close, you feel Kyle squeeze you tighter pressing a kiss over his mark.

“All ours, our perfect, beautiful. omega” Kyle breathes in your ear. You can’t hold it any longer, your body starts to vibrate and heat travels up your spine. Your head spins and you pant in Kyle's arms as he litters praises into your ears.

“Thats it, take my fuckin’ knot.” Johnny says, you nod, tipping your head back. You smell leather in the air as you cum throbbing around him, you feel his seed spilling into you and his knot swells, you feel him stop inside you.

“Christ. ” Johnny calls panting in your neck. Kyle’s still holding you tight as you feel yourself relax.

“You okay, love?” Johnny asks his hands coming to your face. You nod, forcing a smile. You can already feel sleep trying to drag you under.

“C’mon, let’s get you laid flat.” Kyle says moving gently behind you. You wrap your arms and legs around Johnny as he carefully stands up holding you tight. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest, or maybe it’s yours. His knot pulls on your pussy, he presses a kiss on your cheek and before you know it Kyle’s hands are back on you.

You shiver as you and Johnny lay down in the bed. The fire in the room is almost out, Kyle pulls the duvet over you both as you sink into Johnny’s embrace. Kyle leans over, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Will you stay?” You ask. He smiles and nods.

“Let me throw another log on and I will.” You nod, closing your eyes and yawning. Johnny’s warm, his hand rubs your back.

“I love you Johnny.” You say as another shiver runs through you.

“I love you too.” You hear him reply and a second later sleep pulls you under.

Johnny is the one up this time. It’s been 4 days, four days of non-stop sex. Johnny’s not sure how John and Simon managed it- never mind them he’s not sure how you can handle it. He walks over to the fridge pulling out a cold bottle of water and twisting the cap off, gulping it down.

Most of the time you’re okay with just one of them and they can take it in turns, knotting you, letting you rest with them for a few hours before they’re back at it. This time it was different though, you wouldn’t settle no matter which one of them was with you. It took them both being with you before you finally calmed.

He thinks he’s had about 6 hours of sleep over the past 2 days and now he’s going to be awake for the next couple of hours while Kyle gets some rest. He opens the freezer pulling out one of the ice packs he shoved in there yesterday. He takes that and the bottle of water going over to the dining room table where the laptop is charging.

As soon as he opens it he sees messages pop up from Piper and John. It’s 8 in the evening he thought it was later, that means it’ll be around one where John and Simon are. He sighs putting the ice pack on his crotch before clicking on Piper's message. They keep her up to date with how things are going, and she gives them advice.

Johnny sighs, he knows they haven’t had time today, he could just send her a message let her know everything is okay and you’re still in heat but instead he lets out a sigh and starts a call. It only rings out for a few seconds before it’s picked up.

“Hello John.” Piper says smiling.

“Evening.” John replies, reaching over for his water bottle, he winces gulping it down.

“How is she today?” Piper asks.

“It took her a while to calm down. It took both of us, Kyle’s with her now.” Johnny says. He could kill for a cigarette. He doesn’t have any of his own, it makes him miss Simon, he could always reliably bum one off him.

“How are you feeling?” She asks.

“Sore, tired. It’s been hard to get rest.” Johnny says putting the water bottle back down.

“Have the spaces between her resting, and wanting sex again getting longer or staying the same?” She asks, Johnny rubs his forehead trying to think.

“Longer I guess, but she’s been more needy. Needing both of us there to satisfy her rather than us being able to take it in turns.” Johnny explains.

“Unfortunately that’s because there’s no alpha around.” Piper sighs and Johnny watches her scoot away from her desk on the stool running over to another table to pick something up, Johnny can’t quite make out what it is.

“What about her temperature?” She asks quickly, looking up at him before writing something down.

“Still high, 38.” He replies, shuffling in the chair. He aches everywhere and you could still be in heat for another 3 days.

“How are things going over there?” He asks. He’s not sure if he’s even asked her since you started your heat.

“Could be better.” She says. “We're still working on stem cells, it takes time.” Johnny watches as she brings over whatever she was collecting.

“Have you heard from Price?” Johnny asks.

“Yeah, he called earlier. Not much to say, just wanted to know how the omega was doing.” She says turning her full attention back to the call.

“I’ll come down on Saturday. That should give her enough time for her heat to finish.” Piper says.

“What if it’s not?” Johnny says.

“Then let me know, I can wait another day.”

“You really shouldn’t be leaving your location.” Johnny says.

“I know but I need to check on her and I have something that might help.” She says, Johnny frowns.

“What is it?” He asks but before she can reply there's a knock at her door. She turns to look behind her and Johnny can see Fleur standing in the doorway.

“I have to go John, I’ll speak to you later.” She says ending the call before Johnny even gets a chance to reply. He sits still for a few more seconds looking at the laptop screen. If he keeps this still he might pass out in the chair. He closes the laptop and gets up to go to the kitchen.

His stomach rumbles, he needs to eat something at least, then try and get some food into you. He sighs, opening the almost empty fridge. If he knew you would have been going into heat he would have stocked up. He’s lucky he has a bunch of protein bars hebought on offer stashed away.

It’ll keep them going till the weekend, then when Pipers here he’ll go shopping. He’s glad she’s coming, sure it’s risky for her to move but it would be good for you to see her especially after your heat. He pulls out the milk and goes over to the kettle. Maybe he could try making you a warm cup of tea, you’ll probably like that

There’s someone new here. Someone who isn’t in your pack. You open your eyes letting them adjust to the dim light in the room. The only source is the crackling fire. There’s someone’s arms around you. You turn slightly, it hurts. Your muscles feel stiff, your head is pounding, there’s an uncomfortable pool of slick between your thighs.

The room smells thick of honey and vanilla, you see Kyle squished up behind you snoring softly. You shake his arm, trying to get him to wake. There’s someone here, where is Johnny? He mumbles but you can’t wait for him, you need to find out who’s invaded your space.

What if they’ve hurt Johnny, your heart rate picks up, your heart thumping in your chest and your head swims. You groan as you move, swinging your legs out the bed, you hear Kyle move and mumble something but you’re not listening, you need to find Johnny.

As soon as you try to stand your legs buckle under you and you let out a yelp as your body slams hard on the wood floor. Kyle is out the bed now bending down next to you wrapping his arms around you.

“You should be resting, love:” He says trying to help you to your feet but you don’t have the energy.

“Someone here.” Is all you manage to say flaring your nostrils. He does the same, there’s a knock at the door, it makes you jump and he turns to look.

“It’s me.” You hear Johnny call.

“Just a second.” Kyle calls back, turning his attention back to you.

“It’s Piper, she came up to see you now your heats finished.” Kyle explains, instead of him trying to help you to your feet this time he just scoops you up in his arms. You wince as he moves you back to the bed but you don’t fight him. He climbs in behind you pulling the duvet back over you both before wrapping his warm arms around you.

“Pipers here?” You ask, still trying to process what's going on. You can’t smell her, you can only smell something that isn’t your pack. He nods, kissing the back of your head as you shuffle closer to him, he calls Johnny in and you watch the door open.

Piper walks though first smiling at you. She hesitates for a second before taking another step forward, when she does you smile at her. You can see a bag in her hand and she puts it down coming over to kneel down by the bed. A second later you smell her scent in the air calming you.

Lavender, she always smells of lavender. It makes you sad for some reason, you haven’t seen her in a few weeks. You’ve missed her but it makes you miss John and Simon too. You whine as you feel her cold hand stroke your face.

“Hey hun, how are you feeling?” She asks, smiling. You open your mouth to talk but all that comes out is a sob. “I know, I know.”

Her hands stroke your hair and Kyle squeezes you tighter.

“I bought you something.” She says reaching into her bag. It’s a bottle of something, you frown at her. She turns to look at Johnny standing behind her. “Do you have a clean shirt or something? It would be ideal if it was one of John or Simon’s.” You watch Johnny nod and leave the room.

“Come on hun let’s get you checked out.” She says pulling the duvet off you slightly, there’s a fire going in the room, Johnny and Kyle have kept it well stoked. You imagine the heat coming out of this room is insane but you still feel a chill. It won’t be long now before the shakes start, you think that's the worst part. At least there's a bath here you can take a long hot soak in.

Kyle helps Piper move you into a better position so she can have better access to you. She’s just finished putting the blood pressure cuff on when Johnny comes back. He hands her a shirt, you can see it’s one of Simon's, it makes you sob. You miss him, John too, you miss them both. You watch as Piper stops what she’s doing to open the bottle.

It hits you like a truck, the scent of alpha fills the room. Before you can stop yourself you lunge towards her, she barely stands up out of the way in time, Kyle reaches out to grab you before you fall out of the bed.

“Easy, easy.” Piper says, you don’t care, you’ve missed that scent. You watch as she puts some on the top then hands it to you. You grab it, scrunching it up and pressing your nose into it. It smells of them, it makes you sob as you lay back down on the pillows. You look over at Johnny standing behind Piper.

“Could have used that during her heat.” He says.

“She wouldn’t have wanted to be with you if she had a scent this strong around her.” Piper says. You’re barely listening, closing your eyes imagining it’s John’s arms around you instead of Kyle. That makes you feel horrible and you sob again. Kyle's arms squeeze you tight, and Piper squeezes your arm and you open your eyes looking up at her and smiling.

“How do you two feel?” she asks looking up at Kyle.

“Fine, tired.” Kyle says.

“Sore.” Johnny adds, she smiles, ripping the blood pressure cuff off you and starting to pack up.

“Painkillers and ice packs.” She says, you shiver and Kyle pulls the duvet over your shoulders. She reaches down into her bag fishing around for something before bringing out 2 pill bottles placing them on the bedside table. You know what they are, painkillers and muscle relaxers, at least she has something for the physical pain.

She opens them, taking out what she needs and then taking one of the bottles of water off the floor. You sit up slightly as she offers them to you and you gulp them down with the rest of the water bottle.

“I’ll stick around for tonight, I’ll leave in the morning.” She says. You lay back down, relaxing into the bed and Kyle pulls you close against him. His scent is filling the room relaxing you.

“Johnny.” You call, reaching out for him. He moves over, past Piper bending down by your head. His hand comes to stroke your cheek.

“I miss them.” You sob.

He shushes you. “I know, love. I know.” Piper's hand lands on the top of his back.

“Get into bed with her.” She says. Kyle shuffles pulling you back so Johnny has room to slip in.

“Someone needs to keep watch.” Johnny says even though he’s climbing into the bed and wrapping his around you and Kyle.

“I got it.” Piper says, “you all need rest.” You look over Johnny and smile at her, she smiles back and goes over to the chaise lounge and sits down. You press your hand on Johnny’s chest, you can feel his dog-tags under his shirt. He leans in and presses his lips to yours.

“Sleep, love. We’ll be here.” He whispers. You nod, smiling and closing your eyes and breathing in the calming scent of beta.

The next time you wake you’re alone with Kyle. The sun is up. It's past the morning and the room is filled with a hot yellow glow. A window behind the bed has been opened and you can hear birds and trees blowing in the wind.

“Hey,” Kyle says, dragging your attention back to him, you smile shuffling closer to him in the bed. You feel something between you both and you both and you reach down to pull it up. The scent of Alpha hits you straight away. It makes you sob and you look back up at Kyle with tears in your eyes.

“Hey, hey.” Kyle’s hands come up to cup your face, you look up at him. “It’s okay, I know it’s hard, it’s going to be okay.”

You smile at his words, your body feels stiff, you can feel the dull ache from your heat through your limbs. You lay in his arms for a few more minutes just listening to the sound of his breathing and the methodic beat of his heart. Eventually you both get out of bed and he helps you into a bath. You lay there as your body soaks and Kyle meticulously washes your body, you sink down into the bath as he washes your hair.

When he’s done he braids it the way you’re used to, the whole time he keeps conversation light. He talks about things he likes, what Johnny’s been up to with Piper. It’s been almost 48 hours since Piper arrived which means it’s been about 48 hours since your heat had finished.

Protective heat, you’re still not sure you understand it but you don’t care. It didn’t feel like a normal heat, at least not at first. Even with Johnny and Kyle trying their best you were still craving an alpha, it wasn’t the same, taking Johnny and Kyle’s knot was not like Simon and John. You feel guilty for comparing them, you feel guilty for imagining John’s arms around you instead of Kyle.

“Kyle.” You say as he finishes braiding your hair.

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice low, he presses a kiss over his mark on the back of your shoulder.

“Promise me you’ll never leave. I need you here you and Johnny-” Your words catch in your throat. He stands up with his hands still resting on your shoulders. You turn in the bath looking up at him.

“We’re not going anywhere.” He says his hand comes down to stroke your cheek. You smile as you awkwardly struggle to stand up in the slippery bath. He wraps his arms around you keeping you close, he helps you out of the bath and wraps you in a fluffy towel.

There’s a knock on the door and Kyle goes over to answer it, you see it’s Johnny but you’re not paying attention to what he’s saying as you dry yourself. The whole house feels cold, even though they’ve been keeping the fires stoked and made sure you always had plenty of blankets and duvets.

“C’mon, let's get you dressed then I bet you’re hungry?” He asks, you nod smiling at him and he wraps his arms around you leading you back into the master bedroom.

…

When you made it downstairs after changing Johnny had already prepared something for you to eat. You threw it back almost a little too fast before Piper asked to check the marks Johnny and Kyle left.

“It’s very unusual for beta's to mark a claimed omega, especially one who has 2 alphas.” She says as she finishes, pulling your cardigan back over your shoulder.

“I don’t remember it.” Johnny says.

“You won’t let her go mate. Had to pry you off her.” Kyle says with a chuckle. Piper hums, pressing her lips together. You don’t remember much from the heat, that's normal though, your memories will come back in pieces over the next few days.

“Is it because we’re a pack?” You ask her, rubbing your shoulder, Johnny got you just above your collarbone- almost parallel to Simon’s mark. Kyle’s is on the back of your shoulder, if you hold your hand in the right spot you can feel them both at the same time.

“I think so.” She smiles rubbing your arm, you smile back. When your food has settled and Piper has given you your pills you end up curled up on the sofa in Kyle’s arms. Even with the blanket wrapped around you and the fire roaring you’re still freezing and shivering against him. Piper’s stood in the living room doorway zipping her coat up ready to leave.

“Keep giving her the pills every 4 hours. Her mood and temperature will fluctuate over the next few days but she’ll be okay. If you have any questions just call.” She smiles looking back over at you. Kyle starts stroking your hair. You take in a deep breath of the shirt in your hands, Johnny bought it down for you, it was waiting for you on the sofa.

It feels like the smell is fading. It makes you sad, all of a sudden you just want them back John and Simon. You want them home and safe, you mumble breathing the shirt in. Everything still hurts, your body throbs and you’re exhausted. You’re sick of crying, but you can’t help it. Tears run down your face as you breathe in the mellow scent of alpha.

Piper walks over to you, you look up at her, her cool hand runs over the top of your head before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m leaving now.” She says smiling. You smile back at her, gripping the shirt in your hands. “We can speak tomorrow, or whenever you’re feeling better.” You want to talk but you can feel a sob rising in your throat, instead you just nod trying not to seem so sad. You’re glad she came, you’re glad you’ve seen her again. You just wish you could have enjoyed it instead of being in your post-heat daze.

“We’ll be okay.” Kyle says as he squeezes you tighter against him. Piper smiles and nods heading out the living room. Johnny lets her out and waits until she's driven out of sight. When you can no longer hear the car Johnny comes back in and over to the sofa.

He sits next to Kyle throwing his arm around the back of the sofa. You stretch your legs out over his thighs, his other hand rubs your leg. He smiles at you and you smile back bringing the shirt back up to your nose.

“Anything you need, lass?” He asks. You shake your head yawning, Kyle kisses the top of your head and Johnny nods, turning his attention back to the TV quietly playing in the background. You love Johnny and Kyle, you love Simon and John too. They’re your pack, your partners, your family.

You’ve never had a family before but that's what it feels like, you’re surrounded by people you love and love you back. You’d do anything for them, you’d do everything for them. They’re your life now.

You smile, closing your eyes and breathing them in, it’s the fresh scent of beta, like clean sheets or something fresh and floral. It’s the smell of comfort and safety, reassurance and love.

“I love you.” You say before yawning. “All of you.”

Kyle kisses the top of your head again. “We love you too.”

…

You wake to Kyle scooping you up in his arms.

“Kyle?” You ask as you open your eyes. It’s dark out now, it must be late evening.

“I got you, love.” He says taking you up the stairs. You smile relaxing against him as he takes you into the master bedroom. You see Johnny crouched by the bedside table. Kyle places you in the bed, the sheets have been changed and have that smell of freshly laundered linen.

You look over at Johnny who’s set the laptop up. Kyle climbs in the bed behind you and you watch Johnny start a call.

You look over at him confused, he smiles and leans down to kiss your cheek. You hear a beep and a second later you see John’s face fill the screen. You sob clutching the shirt to your chest, closing your eyes for a second.

You open your eyes again. He’s real, he’s on a computer screen but he’s here smiling at you. “John.” You say, but it’s more of a sob. It’s happy tears, you're happy to see him, it feels like the ache in your body has gone. All that matters is seeing his face again.

“Hey love. How are you feeling?” He asks.

“I’m okay.” You say feeling Kyle pull you closer against him.

“Where is Simon?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. John turns the laptop and you see Simon fully dressed in gear. He pulls the mask off his head.

“I'm here.” Simon says. You smile as you see him trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

“I heard you’ve been putting Kyle and Johnny through the ringer.” He says smiling and sitting down.

“Yeah.” You’re not sure what to say though, it’s not like you remember that much right now. You just want to hear them, you just want them to talk and tell you anything.

“How’s America?”

“Wet, cold. What about Scotland?” He asks. You don’t know what the weather has been like, you’ve been in heat, you look out the window but it’s dark now.

“Nice.” You say smiling. He smiles back and you feel Kyle hold you tighter, kissing his mark.

“Tell me about your day,” you ask. Simon smiles, leaning forward in his chair. He talks about what they’ve been doing but keeps it vague. They’ve been doing a lot of surveillance, watching this base they think Shadow Company are running.

You don’t care if you don’t understand it, you're just happy to hear his voice again. It’s not long before your eyes get heavy, you bring the shirt up to your nose taking in a deep breath as you listen to Simon talk. He doesn’t stop talking, even when he runs out of things to say he finds something. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.

“Is she asleep?” John asks. Simon looks up from the laptop and nods, he presses the mute button as John comes over with the tablet. Simon looks at the feed, it’s the surveillance they put up down the dirt road. There’s only been 2 cars down the road since yesterday, he doesn’t expect to see anything but it’s his turn to watch.

John takes the laptop spinning it round so he can see you. You’re sleeping in the master bed, the one he used to share with you. Now he can see Kyle behind you, his arm wrapped over your waist holding you close.

When they tried to contact them and there was no reply John panicked. It was when they called Piper she explained you were in heat. A protective heat, it felt like the week lasted forever, whenever they did get to talk to Kyle or Johnny it usually wasn’t for very long.

John felt jealous for some reason, jealous he couldn’t be there, he wants to be the one who helps you through all your heats. But if he was there you wouldn’t have been in heat in the first place. He didn’t understand how you being in heat helps protect the pack, you always seemed so out of it when you were in heat. Vulnerable and weak, Piper made it sound like you would tear the heads off whoever got close to you.

Maybe he underestimated how strong you actually are in that state. He remembers what it felt like when he was with you when you were deep in your heat. He had this urge to almost lock you away like you were his property, he would have been willing to fight to the death before he let anyone get near you.

The thought makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He lets out a breath watching you sleep through the laptop. Johnny must have climbed in at some point, he can see his arm resting on top of Kyles. At least you’re safe and that's all that matters even if he does miss you.

There’s a knock on the front door. Simon reaches over for his mask as they both wait for the second knock. When it happens John gets to his feet going over to the door, his fingers brush over the hilt of his pistol as he looks through the peephole.

He relaxes when he sees Kate and steps back, unlocking it and letting her in.

“Good afternoon.” She says walking over to the dining room table where Simon is still looking at the tablet.

“How was the trip?” John asks following behind her.

“Not bad.” She says putting her bag down on the table. She unzips it, pulling out files and putting them on the table. John walks around and picks one of them up.

“Any bother getting these?” He asks.

“Shepherd has been breathing down my neck. I don’t think he believes my excuse for being in the UK.” She sighs, pulling out a laptop and moving the bag off the table.

“Think he’s going ro be a problem?” Simon asks crossing his arms.

“Maybe. Alex has been helping, he managed to pull some of the risker files.” Kate says.

“Kellers back in the US?” John asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Things have been quiet in Urzikstan, his dad has been ill. Farah gave him some leave, he said if we needed a hand he was more than happy to help.”

“Alejandro and Rudy have been in touch too. They’re coming to the US in a few weeks.” John says flicking through one of the folders.

“You’ll have plenty of help then.” Kate says opening the laptop and typing something in. John hums skimming through the file about the base they’re watching.

“Base was abandoned over a year ago. What do Shadow Company want with it now?” John asks.

“Training, that's all I know.” Kate says.

“Strange place for some training. I thought Graves had his own compounds.” Simon says.

“He does, unless he's trying to swipe this one from under the government's nose.” John says. Kate hums still typing on the laptop. John hands the folder over to Simon who leans forward to take it.

“Do you think Shepherds working with Hale?” John asks Kate.

“He’s definitely working with Shadow Company, he’s the one who approved them to use the base in the first place. Whether or not he knows about Hale is still up for debate.” Kate says.

“Do you think he’s feeding them intel? Wherever he tells Graves will inevitably get back to Hale.” Simon says. Kate presses her lips together looking at John.

“We have to assume the worst. We’re starting at a disadvantage here. Graves is already one step ahead. We need to keep him in our sights at all times.” John says, or at least he hopes so.

“Then I think you’ll like what I have.” Kate says, turning the laptop around for John and Simon to see. At first John is not quite sure what he’s looking at then he sees the Shadow Company logo.

“You got into their site?” He asks.

“Better than that, this is their internal mail. Everything sent from within Shadow Company - including by Graves - will be here for you to see.” She says smiling.

“How did you manage that?” Simon asks.

“Someone owed me a favour.” She says.

“Someone we can trust?” John asks. Kate nods. John smiles looking over Simon.

“Let’s get to work.” He says.

“It worked?” Hale asks as he sits up in his chair.

“Yes.” Graves says. “The mole broke, fed them the false intel. Laswell was harder to trick, they rely on her council alot, but we’re in the clear. Shepherd will be keeping a closer eye on her.”

“So they’re in the US?” Hale asks, a smile crawling on his face.

“The alpha’s are Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley. A safehouse in Minnesota, followed the intel all the way to the fake compound. ” Graves says. Hale sighs, the smile fades from his face and he stands up. Graves doesn’t say anything as Hale walks over to his drinks cabinet. He sighs again as he turns and takes down two glasses.

“What's the plan?” Hale asks, pouring out the scotch.

“Still the same, we have the alpha's; they're all separated. Now we smoke out the omega and the betas. Then we’ll get them all.” Graves says.

“What if they have another plan? What if they vanish like Dr. Montgomery and the other woman?” Hale says, picking up the glasses and turning around.

“Maybe they will, but I doubt it. I know John Price, he’ll want her to be close so he can protect her.” Graves says as he takes a glass from Hale. “We’ll put on a good show for them, make them think they can take the base they’re watching. We need them to lower their guard before we can do anything.”

“So they take the base then what happens?” Hale asks, sitting down on the leather couch.

“While they’re distracted raiding the base we’ll move in and grab the omega.”

“And if she’s not alone?” Hale asks, sitting back and raising an eyebrow.

“Then we kill whoever is in the way. It’s easier to take out 1 or 2 SAS soldiers compared to a whole unit.”

“A whole pack.” Hale corrects him. “A pack that is ready to protect her with their lives.”

“It won’t be a whole pack. Don’t worry, as long as the alphas are gone it’s easy pickings. You’ll get her back. I promise you.” Graves says, bringing the glass up to his lips. Hale looks down at a photo of you on the coffee table. He found one decent enough to frame, you’re smiling up at him on your knees. Your cheeks flush and red. You look beautiful, better than he remembers.

“You could lose people.” Hale says bluntly, finishing his glass.

“You could lose the omega.” Graves says finishing his glass and putting it on Hales desk.

“A pack is still dangerous no matter how many of your shadows you throw at them.” Hale says looking up at Graves.

“If everything goes according to plan they won’t even know we were there.” Graves says before turning to leave the room, he closes the door behind him and Hale watches him wall down the hall to the lift.

Now he’s alone again, he looks over at the pile of papers on his desk, they have been working on a cure. It’s hard without access to you, it frustrates Hale. He doesn’t want a cure, but he has to beat Piper to her own game. He gets up off the sofa and moves back over to the bottle of scotch picking it up.

It’s almost finished, he fills his glass up a little more than usual and reaches into the mini freezer to pull out some ice. He’ll enjoy this glass, his last glass, maybe he should have saved it until he got you back.

By then it won’t matter he’ll have something better than limited edition scotch. He’ll have you and that's all he needs.

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui

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