#call of duty modern warfare 2 x reader

[mactavishwritings]

Domestic Bliss

Poly!141 x wife!reader

Requested by: @supernaturalstilinski

You’re boys were a team. A well oiled machine, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They all fit together so seamlessly, having the ability to pick each other up before the other realizes they need it. Before you, they had a system that seemed to thrive from chaos and confusion. When you first met the group, you were hesitant. Mainly because of the four giants who all professed their love for you and each other. There was another reason you were so hesitant to join the group; deep down you feared that you didn’t fit in. That your presence only hindered the boys, but they saw something that you didn’t. You made their chaos make sense.

You guys had a routine. Each time the boys had to go on a mission, you would pamper each man in a special way that was dedicated to just them. You would start the routine a week before the mission so you had enough time to make sure that each boy felt loved.

For John, you would go on hikes each morning before the mission. You two would wake up earlier than the others and spend the entire morning wrapped up in each other. You two would make coffee before heading to the car and driving to your favorite park. You would walk around in the peaceful forest together and just soak in each other's presence.

For Kyle, you two would sit together and water horror movies. Something about the fact that you cling to him that brings hm comfort, it helps him get into the right head space. It helps him come home to you safely. You two would go to the guest room with big bowls of popcorn and giggling to each other as you pick the next movie on the list.

For Johnny, you two would get together a couple days before they left for the mission and you would trim his Mohawk. He always claimed that you did it the best, not letting anyone else touch his hair with a pair of scissors, even the other boys in your group. Johnny would melt into your soft touch as you gently passed over the sides of his head with the razor. The gentle vibrations soothing him so he could finally concentrate on his thoughts.

For Simon, his time with you doesn't start until right before they have to leave. He stands in the bathroom, hands placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place. You sat on top of the bathroom counter, his black makeup in your hands as you slowly massage the paint into his skin with a brush. His eyes were closed as you worked, a hand on the side of his head. You hum children’s lullabies to him to help the chatter in his brain, so that you know he will be safe.

Everyone knows the routine, never interrupting each other’s time. The entire group needed it as much as you needed it. It helped you to know that just in case this was the last time, they felt loved.

[wjehfshs]

Ok... captain price secretly having daughter!nurse!reader gets kidnapped by the enemy and the COD characters finding out reader is price daughter after reader is treating their wounds

(lets face it price is a dad that will never let you join the military) anyway hope your doing OK

Your blog is really cool

Stop thank you sm :(

Warnings: Price being an overprotective dad, mentions of violence, swearing, reader gets kidnapped.

Price is definitely the squad dad.

Headcanons:

Price views everyone in the squad as his children but considering your his biological daughter he not so secretly gives you special treatment

The others don’t mind though, they love you and see you as their little sister

Since Gaz is the closest out of the squad to Price he is naturally the closest to you

You call everyone your brother but Gaz is definitely the one you spend the most time with

Before Price was deployed you had a degree as a nurse but could never find a job.

After hearing he would be deployed your heart ached so under the condition that you never go anywhere dangerous and never do anything dangerous, you could be applied and come along. (I have no idea how the army or anything works so if it doesn’t work like this let’s pretend it does)

Whenever someone came back hurt but not bad enough to go to the hospital or home, they would immediately go to you.

You where always so kind to them even when they did something stupid that ended in them getting hurt.

They knew how hard you worked so they always had sure you where taken care of.

The best parts of whatever was served that night was always served to you first.

You always got first picks.

Even if you said you didn’t want to because they needed food considering they’re in the army and training and running all day everyday, they still insisted you went first.

Soap was always the brother to cheer you up, gave the best hugs and always made sure you where happy.

Ghost was the overprotective brother, always making sure you where safe, he would literally take a nuke for you.

Gaz was like your best friend, you could always have fun with him, I mean not to say you didn’t have fun with the others but you and Gaz where like glue.

Graves was the brother you always argued with, you loved him but you always found yourself bickering with him.

Rudy was the kind of brother to throw you over his shoulder but affectionately, even though you didn’t fight he would always teach you how to defend yourself.

Alejandro always cooked for you when he could, he always made you dishes from his childhood that he loved.

When you where kidnapped

The Barracks had been stormed by the enemy, they managed to defend most of them off but unfortunately they managed to catch you.

Afterwards everyone was stressed out of their minds.

Price was pacing back and fourth in the Barracks almost shitting himself.

No one dared to say anything in fear he would yell at them out of stress.

Price ordered everyone get off their ass immediately and go to the enemy’s station.

As soon they got there Price didn’t even bother to be sneaky.

He was LIVID, the thought of them doing anything to you made his heart break and his head hurt.

He was bashing doors down and killing peoples with his bare hands.

To the honest the others where kind of scared of him but just as pissed

When he finally found you he spent no time waiting to shoot the people who grabbed you.

He freed you thankfully finding you where unharmed.

When he got you in his grasp he never let go.

It felt like there was a vice hugging you.

“Oh my beautiful daughter, my beautiful wonderful daughter. You’re safe” he was rambling on with tears in his eyes and you sobbed.

He didn’t let go of you until you got back to the Barracks.

When you got back everyone else held you just as tight just to confirm internally you where safe.

The next month everyone watched you like a hawk.

In conclusion you have the best dad ever and the team is the best family you could ever ask for.

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[ohworm-writes]

✰☆★—Call of Duty: Modern Warfare—★☆✰

"All the coldest, hardest people you once meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of LIVING."

✪ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS ✪

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Character Family Outlines

John Price, Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Vladimir Makarov, König, Phillip Graves, Rodolfo Parra, Alejandro Vargas, Alex Keeler, Farah Karim, Nikolai

✪ TASK FORCE 141 ✪

Station 141

Station 141 x Hairdresser!Reader

✪ CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE ✪

Veteran!Neighbor!Price x Reader headcanons

Firefighter!Price x Reader - Coming Home Late

✪ NIKOLAI ✪

Nikolai Headcanons

Honey and Molasses

As Good As I Do

✪ VLADIMIR MAKAROV ✪

Pistol Whipped

[kaminokatieemoved]

Stay || Phillip Graves

Synopsis - Alejandro Vargas's base had been admired by Phillip Graves, so he took it and turned it into a sizeable covert facility for the Shadows. Whilst Soap and Ghost managed to evade capture, you and Alejandro weren't that lucky. You were taken prisoner and placed into separate cells away from each other. After a few hours, Graves finally comes to see you...

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight voyeurism if you squint, lewd talk, slight degradation.

You were sat on your knees as you looked around the barren cell, the stone walls and flooring made the already tiny room unbelievably cold. If it wasn't for your jacket, you were sure you would have goosebumps. You were currently locked-up in a cell inside Phillip Graves' 'new' sizeable covert facility, one he had admired and taken from your friend Alejandro Vargas.

You were alone in your cell and you had no doubt that Alejandro was on the opposite side of the facility, after all a rescue mission from Ghost and Soap was inevitable and the Shadows needed to make it difficult for them to rescue the two of you. Your hands were uncomfortably tied behind your back and even after many futile attempts to loosen your restraints, they remained securely tied. Your throat was dry and hoarse from all the yelling you had done since you had been thrown in the cell. You demanded to see Graves and the only response you had gotten was "soon".

Your knees were beginning to hurt from being sat in the same position for hours but, just as you were about to shift your weight to change positions, there was movement outside of your cell. You turned your head to the direction of the door and saw two Shadow's fumbling with the keys to your cell. Once they stopped fumbling with the keys and managed to open the door, they entered and dispersed to the corner of the cell revealing Graves to you. He was smiling his usual movie-star smile as he swaggered up to you, playing with a knife between his gloved fingers. "Y/N."

"Graves," you spat out almost venomously. Any love you had previously had for him was now replaced with total distain. He let out a chuckle as he stopped, mere centimetres away from you, placing the knife on his belt. A hand made it's way to your cheek, stroking you every so gently, as if touching you would cause you to shatter into a million pieces all over the floor.

"My love," he tutted, allowing his fingers to trail down to your chin. "I always did love it when you were on your knees for me."

His lewd words had your eyes rolling back into your head with impatience. At one point those words, in that silky voice, would have made your knees weak but now it made your stomach turn. "Grow up," you snapped. You stared directly into Graves' eyes with a hatred you had never held for anybody before and you knew he knew it. But for him, this was all part of the fun.

"Do you not remember my dear?" he asked peering over at the guards. "Do you remember how you would kneel for me and take my cock in your mouth so well?"

"Stop it!" you snapped, glaring at him. It didn't take you long to come to your senses and rip your head away from Graves' grasp but he chased you.

"What's wrong?" Graves asked as he tilted his head to the side. "Embarrassed?"

"No."

"Shadows," Graves took a step back from you now turning his attention to his Shadows in the corner of the room. "Leave and lock the door behind you."

One of them hesitated before speaking up, "are you sure, Sir?"

Graves simply nodded and watched as they walked out, leaving the cell and locking the door behind them as instructed. Locking the door wasn't meant for privacy, after all you could see inside the cell as the 'door' was just bars, it was simply so the two of you weren't easily disturbed. "See, now we're alone," Graves smirked as he patted the top of your head. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I wasn't embarrassed," you retorted. You watched as Graves circled you, like a Hawke circling its prey.

"No, I know you weren't," Graves mumbled. "I know you got high on the possibility of us being interrupted, which is why this is the perfect place." he motioned to the surrounding room with his arms wide.

"The perfect place?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Graves just nodded in reply, watching as your facial expressions went through the motions as you tried to figure out what he meant. When you finally realised, you almost gagged. "I am not having sex with you."

"Think again sweetheart," Graves tutted walking closer to you once more. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger and spat at him. This only angered Graves and caused him to grab your hair in his hand, tilting it to the side to expose your neck to the cool air. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "I know you want too."

"I want too?" you asked, almost laughing in his face. "The old me jumped at every opportunity to be in your bed, but not anymore Graves. Not anymore."

"What changed sweetheart?"

This time, you couldn't help the small laugh of disbelief that rumbled in your throat. "What changed?" you echoed. "You changed, clearly."

"I changed? How?" he asked. His confident demeanour faltered slightly to one of confusion as you continued to speak.

"You took Alejandro's base, Graves. You tried to kill us!"

"I'd never try to kill you sweetheart, you know I love you," he mumbled, letting go of the fistful of your hair. Your head snapped back to its original position before you followed his movements.

"You tried to kill us," you repeated. "And for what? Why, Graves. Tell me, why."

"You wouldn't understand," Graves shook his head before turning to point a finger at you. "But everything I've done, I've done for you."

"For me? Graves, you didn't do anything for me-" you started, only to be cut off by Graves throwing you harshly to the ground. He sat on top of you, straddling you, his eyes baring into your soul.

"I did everything for you, to protect you," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "I love you."

"I loved you too!" you yelled back at him, watching as his eyes widened at the use of past tense language. Without thinking, Graves pressed his lips to yours roughly, seeking some form of intimacy from you. You hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually melted into the kiss. Your mouth opened as you felt Graves poke his tongue into your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you hummed in approval at the sensation. It was safe to say your mind went blank as Graves let his hands roam over your body. Thoughts cast back to previous love-making sessions, some raw and primal while others were soft and gentle, nevertheless they were always memorable. Graves pulled away from the kiss and sat on top of you staring down at you as a whine escaped your throat. You couldn't help but buck your hips up in an attempt to have him fall back on top of you, however Graves stayed put and admired the way you looked beneath him. You wanted nothing more than to pull him back down, but with your arms behind your back you couldn't do anything but ask him. "Kiss me again."

"With pleasure doll," he smiled softly before leaning down and capturing your lips once more in his, this time more passionately than the last. Graves couldn't help but notice the way your hips bucked up against him in a manner that oozed need. From the way you were looking at him, he knew what you wanted... what you needed. He licked your lips before parting ways and staring down at you with doe eyes whispering, "do you want this?" You nodded your head to say yes, but after you saying you weren't going to have sex with him, Graves needed to hear the words leave your lips. "Use your words pretty lady. Do you want this?"

"Yes Graves," you muttered, staring back into his eyes. "I want you, now."

"Then who am I to deny you such things, my lady," Graves chuckled before kissing you once more, almost feverishly. You smiled into the kiss triumphantly and bucked your hips up once more.

"Fancy unshackling me for this?" you asked cheekily tugging on your restraints, however, Graves simply shook his head and flashed you a smile before tugging your trousers and underwear down to your ankles. The sight before him took his breath away, your already glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cell.

"Already wet for me?" Graves hummed, dipping a finger gingerly into your folds. He gauged your reaction and watched as you arched your back at the sudden sensation, desperate for more. He slid his finger inside you with ease and pumped a few times before inserting another finger. This caused you to gasp and arch your back once more, a moan escaping your lips. Graves turned his attention to the cell door before looking at you once more with a raised eyebrow. "Does it excite you? Knowing my people are right outside that door and can look in and see you underneath me at any moment?"

You nodded your head and looked at the door. You were almost aching for somebody to look in and see you being finger-fucked by the Commander of Shadow Company. Your eyes glazed over as you looked back at Graves, the top half of your body being pushed forward with the force in which he was rapidly drilling his fingers into you. He chuckled at your expression before quickly removing his fingers and popping them into your mouth.

"Suck," he commanded. You followed your orders and sucked on the two fingers that had been inside of you, tongue swirling around the tips languidly. "Good girl," he mused quietly, using his free hand to unzip his khakis and freeing his hard cock from its restraints.

You looked down and gasped slightly, Graves' fingers falling out of your mouth. "I swear you've gotten bigger since last time," you whispered marvelling at his cock.

"This is what you being tied up does to me angel," Graves chuckled. He used his saliva-lubed hand to grip his length and give himself a few tugs before getting off of you and tapping your ass gently. "Turn over for me, get on your knees." You nodded and obliged rolling over, with some difficulty, to get onto your still cuffed-hands and knees. It took a second before Graves was lining up with your entrance, his hand on the back of your head pushing your cheek against the cold, stone floor. "Ready sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered breathlessly, closing your eyes tightly and bracing for the initial thrust. You yelped in surprise when Graves pushed himself into you, bottoming out completely in a matter of seconds. Despite the sudden burning feeling of being stretched, you moaned at the idea you were finally full of him once more.

"Oh God," Graves moaned loudly. You panicked and checked the cell door to make sure nobody was peering through, but nobody was... yet. "You feel so good."

"So do - ah - so do you," you moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you. Although this wasn't your first rendezvous with Graves, it always felt like the first. He always found new ways to pleasure you, new positions to try and new ways to embarrass you with the words he said.

"Such a tight little cunt, and it's all for me," Graves moaned out, pulling out of you before slamming back in.

"Yes!" you chanted. "It's all for you!"

Graves wasted no time in spanking you flat against your cheeks that were on display for him. Red marks formed in the shape of his hand, something he would be proud of for days to come - if he could show people, he would. He knew you always had a thing for wanting to be put on display for people to see. You yelped in pain at the sudden contact against your ass, but was quick to moan when the pain subsided. Every sensation, every feeling, was always new with Graves and it was something you treasured.

You were about to ask for it harder, but Graves read your mind. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. He spat in your face and laughed at your expression of surprise. "What's wrong? Gonna cry?" he asked. You shook your head as a no, which earned a smile from Graves as he patted your head. "'Atta girl."

"Gonna cum," you groaned out. Graves was relentless in his thrusts, never faltering or slowing down as he continued to pound into you.

"That's right baby, you can cum," Graves nodded, tightening his grip on your hair. "Cum for me you dumb whore."

"Gonna cum!" you repeated, louder this time as your release neared. It only took a few more thrusts before you were cumming all over Graves' cock.

"Fuck," Graves groaned, lolling his head back. "I can feel you gripping me baby. God, you're gonna milk me dry." You were unable to say anything in response as your orgasm washed over you. Graves continued rutting into you, his thrusts faltering slightly which signalled to you that he was close to cumming himself. Graves' grip on your hair loosened as he dropped his hands to your curves, nails digging into the fat on your hips. "I'm cumming now!" Graves announced as he continued to thrust into you at a quick pace. It took a few more staggered movements, but eventually Graves was spilling himself into your tight cunt, groaning your name as he did.

You looked over at the cell door to see the two Shadows from earlier peering their head round to see what all the noise was about, but they were quick to look away and resume position when they realised what was going on. "Jesus Christ," you mumbled, flopping onto the floor.

"Yeah," Graves agreed, pulling out of you with a slight pop. "That was amazing."

"Tell me about it," you replied, flipping over to look at Graves with lust-filled eyes that had glazed over from tears of pleasure.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly as he zipped up his pants.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied. You motioned down to your pants and laughed to yourself slightly, "mind helping me with these?" you tugged on your restraints reminding him that you couldn't pull up your pants.

"No," he smirked devilishly. "Want everybody to see who you belong too."

"Graves," you warned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Alright, alright," he raised his hands up in defeat before he made his way over to you and helping you pull up your underwear and pants. He buttoned them up perfectly and you shuddered as you felt his cum drip down the side of your thigh. "Come on, spill, what's wrong."

"They'll come for me soon," you sighed. You knew Ghost and Soap wouldn't let you rot away in this new covert facility, they would come for you and Alejandro.

"When they do, you're gonna have to make a choice darlin," Graves said shaking his head.

"A choice?" you asked, cocking your head to one side.

"Whether you wanna stay here with me or," Graves paused for a second before he continued his sentence. "Go with them."

You stayed silent as you looked Graves up and down. You couldn't stay here - what Graves was doing was wrong, maybe you could talk him out of it. Maybe you could talk him into leaving whatever mistakes he had made in the past and move forward with you into the future. You knew your place was with Ghost and Soap, not with Phillip Graves and Shadow Company.

Graves looked at you, his eyes speaking to you before the words left his lips. He undid the restraints on your arms, finally, and you sighed a sigh of relief. "Please... stay with me."

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[thebrokenomega]

Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader: Fated Pair

Author Note: This takes place during the campaign mission "Alone." If you haven't played through the campaign, please know there are spoilers. There are mentions of death, so do be warned. If you all want more, please let me know!

~First P.O.V~

Panting, I slid on the wet ground running from these strange men wearing solid black uniforms. I passed bodies of men, women, and children alike that these people killed for no reason. I could faintly hear the men getting further and further away as I took shortcuts to get away. I yelped as the rain made the ground slick, causing me to fall. As I lay there, I slowly began to realize the pain in my left thigh. The sound of someone landing on the ground to my left caught my attention. Glancing left, I saw a guy with a mohawk in a different uniform. In fear, I struggled to get up and shift away, which got his attention.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not with them, I'm running just like you." The man spoke his voice thick with a Scottish accent. Looking at him, I could see his right arm was also injured. I knew he had to be in just as much pain as myself. Slowly, I crawled over to him, now hearing the other non-friendlies get closer. Even looking like he had been through hell already, he managed to give me a charming smile. With his back against the wall, he began to fidget with his vest. Before I could question him, he spoke.

"This is Bravo 7-1 in the blind... how copy...?" He waited a few as he waited to hear back from what I could assume would be allies. All that could be heard around us were the sounds of rain and people getting killed.

"Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?" He paused before sighing heavily both from not getting a response and from his pain.

"Fuck... Where are you Ghost...?" He grunted as he shifted to glance around the corner before grunting as he stood. I could only imagine how much pain he was truly in from how much he had already been through. It made me wonder if he knew what a good night's rest truly was. I could see his struggling to stand as it was, but each step forward he took showed just how bad off he was. My heart clinched as he fell, and I struggled but managed to get to his side. I gave him a bit of support as he got up enough to lean on his hip. He brought his hand up to his wound before glancing at the blood. This man seemed more relaxed than before as he pushed forward, taking cover behind a car.

"Solid." I heard him say as he took in our surroundings before he looked back at me. He offered a smile before gesturing for me to follow him.

"You can call me Soap, I'm one of the good guys. I can help you get out of here, but you'll need to trust me. Are you willing to handle a gun and kill these guys?" He asked, glancing back to make sure the men in black uniforms weren't close. I quickly caught on he wanted me to follow him, which meant going back through the other guys.

"I'm (Y/n), and yes, I'm willing to kill these assholes. They are killing innocent people, and someone needs to correct them." I spoke softly, keeping my voice down. My words brought a smirk to his face as he nodded. Following him closely, we stayed low to the ground and crept back the way I had come. Taking cover on the right side of a pickup truck and creeping forward. Soap stood up with a struggled 'ow' before he kept moving forward. He made a small conversation with whoever was this Ghost person.

Soap, and I made it through an alleyway towards a house. My nerves were everywhere, but my instincts told me to trust the man in front of me. Something about him made my inner omega feel safe, what it was, however, I don't know. We made it into the house's garage, and the door leading inside was locked. He opened the door leading to the storage closet and listened to his friend before breaking a piece of a fan blade off and wrapping an end with rope. He used it to pry open the garage door. As we made it through the house, Soap gathered various materials, even picking up a head lamp to help light a way.

The further we got into the house, the more items Soap grabbed as he made quiet talk with his friend. We got to the master bedroom only for the caged dog to spook the daylights out of me. I clung to Soap's arm when the dog began growling at us. Soap gently rubbed my hands before lightly tugging me to follow him and ignore the dog. A guy came up to investigate the dog growling, and by some miracle, we were unseen. Soap crept to the balcony, slowly climbing over the railing and jumping. He landed roughly on the ground, and I knew I was in for the same landing. I took a breath and followed him down, wincing at the pain of my leg flaring from my attempt to land on my feet.

Soap gave a soft apology as he helped me up before leading me once more. The sight was out of a nightmare, cops were also being killed on top of things. Nowhere was safe, I had been here to try to help the sick, and this was never something I foresaw. I had only been here six months, and yet I had made a great standing with everyone. We continued through the guards and through various shops. Upon taking a guard down, Soap drug the mans body away from sight. With his help, we took off the guards main armor and fitted it to me. He helped me set up the comms so I could hear his friend and him if I were to get separated. Arming me with a gun, Soap gave me his charming smile.

"Hey LT, I got a friend coming with me. She managed to survive the Shadows." Soap spoke into the comms to his friend on the other end.

"Johnny, what are you going to do when she slows you down? Or when she turns on you?" The man with a gravely British accent remarked. I could understand looking out for his teammate and not trusting me, so I held no ill feelings towards his defense.

"With all due to respect, sir, these bastards killed innocents and nearly me. I came here to help not sit by and watch them die." I replied into comms as I followed behind Soap watching for any signs of the so called Shadows. I could see Soap smiling in front of me, making me feel confident in my choice of words.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" He remarked before asking Soap our location. The closer we got to the church, the more Shadows we ran into. We finally met up with his friend, Ghost, but it was getting hard to hold off the Shadows. Ghost told us to head for the truck and that we'd get out of here. Looking at our path quickly, I knew one thing for sure they needed an opening to the truck. As the boys took off towards the truck, I took a deep breath and pulled off my scent blockers. Letting the pure scent of a distressed omega flood the area. It distracted the Shadows, letting the boys get to the truck.

"(Y/n) come on!" Soap barked out his voice, sounding both desperate and urgent. I slapped the block back on and booked it, the pain in my leg screaming with the force and pressure of each step.

"Soap, we are leaving her! She won't make it here in time and we need to go!" Ghost barked out, backing the truck up to run over two Shadows. Hearing Ghost's words sent a flow of panic through my veins as my inner omega pleaded from within to not be left. Just as he hit the gas, I jumped, grabbing ahold of the trucks tail gate. I, with much struggle, pulled myself into the back end, panting letting myself lay there as Soap shot any Shadows that were too close. By early morning, we pulled up to a building in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Ghost and Soap stepped out of the truck with caution, Soap making sure to gesture for me to stay put.

"Where are we?" Soap asked stepping forward with Ghost not to far from him.

"Alejandro's safehouse. Gave me the location just in case." Ghost replied sounding very nonchalant about giving Soap the information.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Soap questioned back with a hint of joking banter.

"It was need to know." Ghost replied, his tone mixed with the same playful banter but seriousness laced in.

"What if I needed to know--?" Soap started, his voice sounding slightly offended.

"---Shhh." Ghost said quickly as they got closer to the building. Their playful banter made me smile softly at just how close the two were, not that either of them would genuinely admit. I watched as Ghost and Soap knelt down to examine something on the ground before Ghost glanced around at the building. Both he and Soap moved towards a window, Soap leading the way in first, and Ghost climbed up behind him.

"Don't move." Ghost said loudly and sternly. A call of Spanish could be heard before Soap's voice calling out Rodolfo was heard. His name was returned by this individual before things were quiet, I could only assume they were talking, but the anxiety began to eat at me. What if they were in danger? What if they needed help? A million and one thoughts raced through my head, making my inner omega stir within, a sense of distress flooded my veins. The main door to the building opened revealing Soap as he came stepping towards me. I made an attempt to stand up only to wince and drop with a whine of pain.

"Easy omega." He whispered as he opened the tail gate to gave me support. The way he said it made me shiver as I looked up at him in shock. Smiling, he pulled off his scent blocker, letting me get a clear smell of his natural alpha scent. The scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder alone made my legs weak, the scent making my inner omega react blindly. My hand reached out and pulled him into a hug, rubbing against his scent gland. Soap didn't fight me or push me away, he simply let my inner omega bask in his heavy scent. The moment my mind registered my actions, I pulled away from him, desperately apologizing. He gave a laugh before nuzzling himself into my scent gland as well, only then realizing my patch had come off from the wind of Ghost driving.

"No need to apologize, I'm sure it's been a while since you've been around a proper alpha." He laughed, pulling himself away. Shyly nodding to him in agreement, I took his arm and limped to the safe house. Upon getting me in and seated in a chair, he jogged to close the door before returning to my side. Soap carefully ripped my leggings away from the bullet hole in my thigh to get a better look at it. A man I can only assume is Rodolfo handed Soap a medkit. Thanking the man, Soap got to work on patching my thigh up, I gritted my teeth through the pain before my eyes connected with Ghosts' own. Ghost gave me a simple nod before turning his attention to their friend to come up with a plan on getting their allies back from the Shadows. Gently, Soap moved my (h/c) (h/l) from my neck to reveal my scent gland before he gently placed a patch over it, once again masking my scent.

"Then let's go get our friend." Soap said, covering his own gland once more before stepping forward a bit. Rodolfo glanced at me, than looked back at Ghost and Soap, as if asking quietly about what would be done about me.

"She will stay here and wait for us to return, if anyone other than us show up, then she has full right to open fire on them." Ghost replied before turning towards me, " Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, standing and catching a gun he tossed my way. I could see the pride in Soap's posture when he noticed Ghost had accepted me into their team. I could feel my inner omega pulling to get to Soap, but I knew very well he had work to do and that if I was lucky, I'd see him when he returned. I decided to keep my hopes up, feeling that it was the better option than keeping negative headspace. I knew very well why my inner omega wanted to be close to him, but it had been years since I was that open with an alpha. The last alpha I was close with treated me far from being his partner. He abused me in more ways than one, leaving my inner omega to feel broken and deprived of proper love and attention. I swore that I would never do that to either of us again, and yet here I was, yearning for an alpha I barely knew.

A gentle hand cupped my face, making me look up at the person in shock. Seeing Soap's bright blue eyes looking at me with concern, I offered him a smile as I nuzzled into his hand. A soft whisper of him saying 'thata girl' made my heart flutter. My nose brushed against his gland at his wrist, causing his scent to flood my senses. A sudden small whine left my throat as he started to pull his hand away. Soap chuckled softly before returning his hand, letting his scent rub off on me.

"I promise to return omega, and once all of this is over, I'll be sure to bring you with me. After all, Ghost and I wouldn't have made it without you." Soap purred softly, stepping closer to me, letting me bask in his warmth that radiated off of him in waves. Nodding, I let his hand pull away even though everything in me called to him. I watched him and his team leave to go save their allies. Everything in me wanted to scream for him to come back because I knew in his line of work there was a chance he wouldn't come back. Sighing, I began tasking myself with familiarizing myself with the surroundings.

Time passed both slowly and quickly for my liking, seeing as it was early morning when I could hear faint sounds of vehicles approaching. Sprinting over to snag a sniper rifle before sliding over to the window of the safehouse. In the distance, there were three vehicles approaching, taking a breath. I began preparing for the worse. I checked the rifle, making sure I had ammo on me and in the rifle. The closer the cars got, the more anxious I felt about the situation. I would be greatly outnumbered, I would be lucky if I made it from a fire fight like that. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself on the windowsill and took aim as the cars came to a stop. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as I saw Ghost jump out of the car and move to open the door. Clicking the safety back on, I jogged to greet him and help him with the door.

"Good to see Ghost." I chirpped my voice, giving away how tired I was. He nodded in return, his eyes showing that he too was tired. Ghost turned and gestured for the cars to pull in. As everyone got began getting out to the cars, I kept a vigilant eye out for Soap. A man with facial hair approached Ghost asking who I was. Ghost explained how I had survived Las Almas, where the Shadows had hunted the three of us down. Soap came into view cause my inner omega to grow excited, making everything I could to stop myself from running to him much harder. He offered a charming smile as he approached me, gently placing his hand against my cheek. I softly caressed his forearm and nuzzled into his scent gland. My (e/c) eyes fluttering close at the welcoming scent of the alpha in front of me.

"I see you found yourself someone to hold on to then Soap?" The man with facial hair questioned his face, showing a welcoming smile.

"Yes, Captian, this is (Y/n) an omega I came across in Las Almas. (Y/n) this is Captian Price, he and Ghost are both alphas." Soap explained before reaching his hand out to another males shoulder. "This here is Gaz, he is our local beta."

Excitedly, I shook hands with everyone in greetings, aside from Ghost, since we already knew each other. Price explained he has a safehouse with a girl named Laswell arranged and that we will all take a car and head there now. Nodding in agreement, we all bidded our farewells before loading up. I was sat between Gaz and Soap, while Price and Ghost were up front. It wasn't long into the ride that I felt Soap's hand reach for my own, his gland on his wrist lightly brushing against my own. The act made my body shiver in both comfort and excitement.

"So, (Y/n) what were you doing in Las Almas?" Price questioned, glancing at me in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road.

"I had gotten a travel pass to go with my companions. We were there to offer whatever help may have been needed. So, we offered schooling aid, medical aid, and even psychological aid." I explained, looking towards Price with a smile.

"That's really nice of you all. Did you all offer other services?" He questioned, showing he was curious about both my work but also if I would be a good fit for the team. I could tell by the way he asked and would occasionally glance at me.

"We were a team of omegas, so we had to be very careful about our scents. Our caretaker mentalities showed naturally when it came to helping fellow omegas, both old and young. We often had to deal with shootouts and common threats to our lives." I explained gently, squeezing Soap's hand. The thoughts that my previous pack more than likely was murdered from the Shadows made my heart feel as though it was being squeezed.

"I see. I'm glad you found my boys, from the sounds of it, you really saved them. Once all this is settled, I'd like to get you properly settled with the pack." Price expressed with a welcoming smile. I smiled back sweetly, letting the conversation settle into a comfortable silence. It didn't take long for my eyes to grow heavy and begin to flutter shut every so often. Soap picked up on my exhaustion, gently urging me to sleep. Nodding sleepily, I rested my head against his shoulder, letting my body absorb his scent and warmth. I wasn't sure how long I had slept or how long we all were in the car, but I could vaguely register my body being carried. I whined out, feeling Soap's warmth leaving my body before I could hear him chuckle.

"Easy sweetheart, we are safe. I need to get back to the pack because this mess isn't over just yet. I promise I'll return when all of this is over. Help yourself to any of my clothes that are here." Soap whispered, gently removing the patch over my gland. He lowered himself enough to gently nuzzle my gland, softly groaning at the flood of my scent. He lingered there for a bit before getting up and heading out to the pack. Letting my body curl up with some blankets that smelled of him brought some comfort. Before long, my body gave back into the pull of sleep, ignoring the fact that when I woke, the pack would be gone on their mission.

[rileyslibrary]

After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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[whateveriwant]

Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thought of this at work today lmao

[mactavishwritings]

Can I request something kinda angst/comfort but also fluffy for 141 + alejandro? (Fem reader) Where they randomly slap her ass for the first time and reader grew up in a house that heavily used corporal punishments so she assumes they're mad and she just looks at them with the saddest eyes ever and leaves the room.

pls don't ask me why this took so long. i completely lost all motivation, but i'm using this to force myself back into writing <3

Ghost

He wasn't sure what went wrong at first, looking at your wide eyes with a concerned look. He immediately asked what he did and took a small step away from you, wanting to give you a moment to breathe. When you explained that you grew up in a family that used corporal punishment, he pulled you against his chest and kissed the top of your head. He knew he couldn't take it back, so he just tried his best to comfort you, while rubbing your back.

Soap

He watched you walk out of the room with a sad look and he was shocked. He didn't come after you for a moment, not wanting to escalate the situation more. He sat forward, elbows on his knees and just waited for you to reach out. Once your brain calmed down, you slowly waddled back into the room and just curled up into his side. He leaned back and just held you as you slowly explained what happened in your brain. he nodded along to your words with a sad heart. He felt like all he could do was just sit there, helplessly, and help you take this weight.

Gaz

he laughed to himself after he did it, not seeing your reaction. You sighed deeply, and his head whipped around. He reached out for you, gently stopping you from walking away. You let him pull you to his chest, taking in a deep breath and his scent. He kissed your head, asking you about your reaction. He didn't let your brain wander into the deep, he pulled you out of it before it could even begin. You turned into his chest and just shook your head as he reminded himself to not do that again.

Price

He had done it while you were walking by and you jumped and flinched away. He looked up at you with a scrunched face and reached out for you. You let him grab your wrist and pull you into his lap. he kissed the side of your head and you tried to push past this feeling, but he stopped you and asked you to please let him know what happened. when you did, he just listened to everything you had to say.

Alejandro

he didn't realize what happened until you went up to him after 30 minutes. you got yourself worked up and ran to him in tears. he grabbed on to you and held you against his chest and you tried to explain what happened to him, but you could barely explain it. he nodded along, putting everything together and comforting you.

[euno11a]

You’re riding König, he’s laid out beneath you as his dick sits in you. You made a bet with him saying you could make him cum in less than 10 minutes.

“W-wait, stop, stop…”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re already ready to tap out. Scared you’re going to lose?”

He shakes his head, looking up at you. He looked so vulnerable beneath you.

“No…just stop moving like that…” he mumbles, not looking away from you.

“Like what…? Like this?” You grind on his dick, he lets out a small gasp as his eyes roll backwards.

“Oh…fuck…” he whispers.

You smirk down at him and place your hands on his pecs to lean down closer to him. “What was that?” You ask in a playful voice.

“N-nothing!” He says quickly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Okay. Well, I’ll get off the-”

“Wait!” He says hurriedly, grabbing your hips to keep you on him. “Don’t move…”

You look down at him to see his blissed out eyes…what a good boy he was.

[yawnderu]

cr: @ave661

“I'm tellin' you it wasn't me, love.” Simon shoots you an exasperated look as you eye him suspiciously, eyes narrowing as you try to find the slightest hint of him lying.

“Say that again, sweetheart.” Your eyes soften the moment you look down at your 3 year-old daughter, one of your hands coming up to brush her hair as she looks between you and Simon, a bright smile on her pretty face.

“Daddy bitch.” She repeats, making you look away to hide the way you're trying to hold back your laughter, Simon doing the same the moment your daughter's sweet voice hits his ears.

“Who taught you that?” You manage to ask despite the way a smile is threatening to split your face at any second now, taking a deep breath when she points at Simon. He looks utterly betrayed, knowing fully well that he never cusses in front of his daughter— not since she started saying “bastard” for over a month after she heard him saying it.

“Daddy did?” She nods her head, looking down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze and fidgeting with her hands and feet, clearly lying. You hum softly, crouching down to her level and pretending to think about her words before you decide Simon's punishment.

“I think daddy needs to be visited by the tickle monster.” You whisper in her ear, instantly making her face light up as she nods vigorously. You exchange a look before looking at Simon, running to him with your daughter, watching the way he pretends to plead for mercy as you both tickle him. Simon can't feel anything in the slightest, but for his daughter's amusement? The tickle monster is absolutely killing him, making him pretend to laugh and squirm away from her tiny hands.

[sweetnothingtm]

♡ i imagine that Simon Riley is the type to spoil you rotten ♡

Simon doesn’t check his bank statements anymore - just hands you his card and plants a sloppy kiss on your smiling face.

Simon carries all your shopping bags without hesitation, even while you drain him of his worth. He scrolls his phone while you shop aimlessly, his eyes lazily dragging to your frame as you showcase what you want while he waves a hand at you.

yes - anything you want. yes - i mean it, sweetheart.

He follows you like a lost dog through the stores, practically begging for your attention as you wiggle your ass into a million different outfits.

I bet he takes you to all the lingerie stores. It’s his favorite part of the day, squeezed into a changing room as you strip in front of him. He always has a devious smirk, latching the stall lock into place as you hang up every scrap of fabric.

You’d twirl around in a tight lace, lip caught between your teeth as Simon palms himself through his jeans. He’d stare at you, eyes glowing with desire as you innocently checked yourself out and hummed.

do you like it? how do i look?

you look good enough to let me fuck you right now. matter of fact - bend over for me, sweetheart.

Simon would press you up against the mirror, dick pressed against your ass with his breath fanning against your neck. His teeth would graze against your skin, little whimpers coming from your lips as you roll your hips.

His fingers would press into your waist, digging into the silk panties with a price tag hanging off of them. $45 - damn expensive for a pair, but he considered you priceless.

When he inevitably ruins the fabric by cumming all over it, you’d have a little pout spread across your face. He’d roll his eyes, promising you another pair and splaying a hand against your ass while his camera clicks for a photo.

you look too fucking good, might just have to fuck you again when we’re home. you’d like that - wouldn’t you little slut?

Simon Riley would shrug his shoulders when the sales person would ask why theres panties in the trash. He’d swipe his card, hardly looking at the bill as he picked up another bag and watched you glow with happiness.

He always buys you dinner, opens every door for you, and slings his jacket around your shoulders. His hand always rests on your thigh when he drives, fingers tracing delicate shapes on your soft skin.

When he looks over to you, you’re already glowing with adoration and love - a twinkle in your eye as he squeezes your leg and hums.

did you like the gifts, princess? i spoil you huh?

[kaminokatieemoved]

New Accounts!

Hello lovelies!

I've made two new accounts linked below:

@pastelalchemy for Call Of Duty Modern Warfare x Reader content.

@salfishersbxtch for Sally Face x Reader content.

SFW & NSFW writings for these two fandoms will be on these accounts from now on! If you’re interested in either fandom, I’d really appreciate a follow while I get started!

Commissions are open for ALL fandoms I write for and can be found here.

[thebrokenomega]

Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader (Part 2) (Slight Smut)

I almost believed I had dreamt of Soap and his team when I awoke that afternoon. I took in the surroundings of the room, glancing at the minor traces that Soap had been there. His comforting scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder lingered in the air, bringing me the slightest amount of comfort. I sat there in his bed for several minutes, hoping he would return to me safely. Slowly getting up, I looked next to his dresser inside the room to see bags of clothes. Curiously, I got up from the bed and gathered up the bags before sitting back in bed. The bags had various amounts of clothing that I could ever need undergarments, shirts, pants, shorts, and dresses.

I grabbed a matching pair of (f/c) thong and bra, (f/c) leggings, and one of Soap's shirts. I paused at the doorway to Soap's room, taking a deep breath of his scent before heading to the bathroom. The bathroom was very clean and nearly perfectly put together. The towels were hung on respective hooks with names for whose towels were whose. Inside the shower was unscented bodywash, with shampoo and conditioner that was also unscented. On the counter was an unopened toothbrush and a new hair brush for me to use. Smiling softly at the gestures, I moved to turn the water on. I let the water pour down on my fingers, waiting for it to warm up to my desired temperature.

Pulling my hand away, I began getting undressed, flinching at the pain in the thigh. Sighing, I sat down on the toilet lid, unwrapping my thigh from the bandaging Soap had done. Hissing at the bruising sight, I looked under the sink to find a medkit. Pulling out the medkit, I sat it down on the counter and opened it up. Grabbing a pair of tweezers, I sterilized it as well as my wound before taking a breath. I held my skin tightly as I pressed the tweezers into the bullet hole. The pain was burning through my veins like a bonfire, and every part of my brain screamed at me to stop. I pinched the tweezers on what I hoped was the bullet and pulled quickly. Screaming at the pain, I grabbed some gauze and held it over the hole.

Looking at the tweezers, I was relieved to see the bullet that had been stuck in my thigh this whole time. Quietly cursing to myself, I carefully pulled the gauze away to see the blood had mostly slowed its flow but was still there. Throwing away the gauze and sterilizing the tweezers once again, I stood up carefully to get into the shower. I relaxed under to hot water, letting it soothe out the sore muscles and wash away the grime from my body. Pumping some of the unscented bodywash into my hand, I began scrubbing the dirt away. I was careful in shaving my legs, under my arms, and between my legs, making sure not to cut myself. Washing my hair of the dried mud, blood, and sweat, I couldn't help but feel a thousand times better.

Getting out of the shower, I grabbed Soap's towel, gently drying my hair before wrapping it around my body. I gently patted the wound dry before I gathered an antibiotic ointment on my finger to rub it around the wound. I was quick to open up gauze and begin to wrap my thigh to make sure it was perfectly covered. Sighing once more, I cleaned up my mess and placed the medkit back under the sink. I took my time on opening the toothbrush and brushing my teeth before placing it aside to take with me to Soap's room. I got dressed carefully, making sure not to strain my leg or pull any of the sore muscles I had from running. After getting dressed, I pulled my (h/c) into a messy bun before making my way to the kitchen.

"If I'm going to be here, I might as well clean the place up." I said softly to myself as I looked at the stack of dirty dishes. Smiling, I glanced around the kitchen and spotted a radio on the counter. Moving over to it, I turned it on, finding a good music station to listen to before moving to start cleaning. Starting with the dishes, making sure to dry them and put them away. I knelt down to check under the kitchen sink for any cleaning supplies. I smiled in victory at the stash of full bottled cleaning supplies. I made quick but efficient work of cleaning the counter tops before moving to wipe the walls down. By the time I had finished cleaning the kitchen all the way, it was four in the afternoon, I had started at two in the afternoon. Deciding to take a break, I grabbed some coffee and toast.

As I ate, I began thinking of what I could do to speed up the time as I waited for my newly found pack to return. Deciding that today, at the very least, I could at least clean the safehouse. Finishing up my toast, I moved to finish cleaning the safehouse. Time passed quickly as I deep cleaned every part of the safehouse, organizing as I went. I finally made it back to Soap's room and took a deep breath, letting his scent flood me. Smiling, I moved to begin fixing up our room and make it more comfortable. I got lost in the music playing from the kitchen and my thoughts as I moved about the room. Before I even realized it, I had begun to nest on Soap's bed.

I paused everything I was doing and just blankly stared at the nest as the feeling of being vulnerable bubbled to the surface. I hadn't nested in years, I hadn't acted on those instincts in so long. I slowly eased myself into a sitting position in the nest, gently clinging to Soap's shirt. My inner omega beamed with pride at the sight of the nest, eager to show Soap, while I felt open and vulnerable. Memories of the last time I built a nest for an alpha flashed through my mind. The alpha criticized my work and openly told me he knew an omega who did it better. As if his words didn't hurt enough, later that week, I caught him with the other omega. He was so different with her than he was with me. He was gentle and loving with her while he was rough and cruel with me.

Sniffling softly at the hurtful memories that had resurfaced, I curled up with one of Soap's shirts. I had never felt so drawn to someone, let alone an alpha. He made me feel soft and light, and his genuine attention to me was unlike anything I experienced. I felt this pull to him, like I wasn't safe without him around. My inner omega felt excited and calm at the same time when I was around him, and that had to mean something. I would have to do more research when I was more awake and actually able to absorb information, but for now, that would have to wait. My eyes burned with the need to sleep, and rubbing my eyes made no difference.

My eyes began to drift shut from the mental and emotional exhaustion that came with those memories. Deciding to give in, I let myself drift off to sleep. My senses were filled with Soap's heartwarming scent, giving me gentle dreams of being with him and his pack. I woke myself whining out for his comfort. I felt as though I had only slept minutes, but the sun rising told me I had slept hours. Forcing myself out of the nest, I quietly stepped outside, letting the brisk cool pre-autumn air chill me. It wasn't cold enough to need a long sleeve or a jacket, but it was just a comfortable cool. I sat there on the front step with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun mixing with the crisp air.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with an almost mystical sight. The grass had a light misting of mildew, and a light fog shrouded the distance. The soft calling of the birds was carried by the hushed whispers of a breeze. Basking in the warmth of the morning suns rays a bit longer, I watched the sky wondering where my new found pack was. I found myself hoping very strongly that they were all safe on their mission. Humming softly, I got up and made my way back inside, locking up the safehouse on my way in. I hummed whatever melody came to my mind while I made coffee to sip on. After fixing up my coffee, I headed back to Soap's room. Looking back at the nest, I let myself give into my nesting urges. I opened Soap's closet, grabbing blankets and sniffing for the ones that smelled of him the strongest.

Setting the ones I deemed the best aside, I began searching for extra pillows. Once I had my items set aside, I began stripping the bed of everything on it. If I was going to give into my nesting desires, I was going to let it be done the way my inner omega wanted. I would have to take it apart before the pack returned, but I needed to let the urge out. I shifted over to Soap's bed and began straightening the fitted sheet. Gathering up a couple of pillows, I placed them at the foot and head of the bed as well as along the sides. Moving over to the blankets, I knelt down gently touching the blankets to determine which one was the softest. I gathered up Soap's deep royal blue blanket and began placing it over the bed, pillows included. Gingerly tucking the blanket under the mattress to secure it properly, I maneuvered myself to gather up the second blanket.

It's a deep gray color tone, and it carried his scent the most. Slowly, I placed the blanket on top of the main nesting point, letting it rest in the center to be used to cover my body. I felt content with how the nest turned out, but the only problem was that it was lacking my scent. I moved about fixing Soap's room back into a clean and organized room. Once I got the room fixed back up, I turned out the lights and stripped off my leggings. Letting myself remain in my underwear and Soap's shirt, I climbed into the nest. I pulled the gray sheet over my body, basking in the warmth the blanket provided. A desire began to flourish in my body, a desire to feel full and be mated.

Whining I pulled the blanket over my head, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I really needed my suppressants, but they were ruined by the Shadows. I couldn't go into heat. I couldn't let that happen, not when I was just welcomed into the pack. Rocking my hips back and forth as though I were grinding on something only made my body ache more for a release. My whines grew louder as I shifted my body, so my hips were in the air. I let my sex be presented to nothing but the open walls of the room, gently rocking and pressing them back and forth, seeking some form of relief. The action alone made the muscles around my wound twinge in pain, but the desire was overwhelming. Softly moaning to the open air, I buried my nose into the royal blue blanket. Soap's heavy scent further fueled my desire to be filled and bred.

My right hand desperately began rubbing my clit, slick already making me embarrassingly wet. The light sounds of my hand rubbing quickly at my dripping sex were bouncing off the walls of the room. My hips continued to greedily rock and grind against my fingers as mewls and pleas left my lips. My mind danced with the ideas of Soap praising me and giving into his inner alpha. These ideas ranged from him simply breeding me wherever he wanted to him mating me and laying claim to my inner omega. In the haze of arousal, my mind registered the heated coil beginning to tighten in my lower stomach. Desire burned hotter with each passing second, drawing more whines and moans from my lips. I eagerly eased two fingers into my entrance, swiftly thrusting my hips back against them, seeking my release.

The muscles in the hips and thighs burned and twitched from the action, but my desperation kept me moving. Moaning out loudly, I could feel the coil growing tighter and my walls clinching around my fingers. My mind simply repeated pleas of more, and please, the closer I grew to my climax. Soap's scent shrouded my mind like fog from a hot shower to a mirror. My mind was merely focused on the blissful mix of his scent and my pleasure that I lost the sense of my surroundings. Crying out alpha, the coil snapped, causing my walls to quiver around my fingers. Slick gently oozed down my finger into my hand, making me whine and bury my face into the sheets. I could tell my body was entering a pre-heat stage, flaring my inner omegas' desire to nest and seek a mate.

I whined as I removed my fingers from my sex and leaned up to sit against my feet. With a soft, slow inhale, I got up and began making my way to the bathroom to shower. I was swift to undress the remainder of my clothing and take special care of my thigh. Climbing into the shower, I let the hot water help me clean myself up. I eased myself to the bottom of the tub, lightly curling up under the spray of the water. Why now of all times for my heat to start? The only time the suppressants no longer do their job is when omegas meet their fated pair. That couldn't be it. Soap couldn't be my fated pair. No, this had to be because my suppressants got ruined, and I hadn't had time to get more. That had to be the reason, and I plan to stick with it until proven otherwise. Sighing heavily, I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

Being careful about drying my thigh, I took the time to apply more ointment and gauze. Feeling foggy and like I couldn't think straight, I moved to get dressed and headed to lay back in the nest. I closed my eyes, hoping that if I went to sleep that I would wake up, and my heat would be only a dream. Each dream that came to me was intimate, causing me to occasionally wake up whining before drifting back to sleep. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I immediately nuzzled into the hand that was softly rubbing my cheek. Freezing in fear, I looked up and saw a female her hair was this beautiful mix between dirty blonde and light brown. Her gentle smile was strengthened by the same look in her blue eyes.

"Relax, I am Kate Laswell, and I work with the boys. I went on the mission with them, and we all agreed to regroup here." She calmly expressed watching me and my reactions.

"Is he okay?" I asked, glancing around the room for Soap, unable to even smell his scent on her. A soft smile came to her lips before she got up and moved to the door. Kate opened the door and called Soap. Quick footsteps sounded from the hallway as he approached her. With no hesitation, Kate stepped aside, letting him in his room before closing the door. Flushing, I quickly looked down, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this.

"Oh love, the nest is beautiful. It looks so warm and welcoming, it's perfect." Soap whispered, stepping over to gently cup my face. His rough hand lifted me face to look at him. He smiled his same charming smile, reassuring me that he was okay with me nesting. Everything in me screamed for his touch, screaming for more. I reached up, grabbed a hold of his tactical vest, and pulled him forward.

"Omega, I need your permission to enter your nest first." Soap insisted, making sure no part of his body touched the nest.

"Please~ Alpha, come in." I pleaded, letting my inner omega bleed through. With a please rumble, Soap made quick work of removing his boots and gear. Letting them hit the floor before he climbed into the nest. My hands instantly reached for his face, gently touching the bruising and cuts that most likely came from the mission.

"You're hurt." I whined gently, nuzzling against him. Soap carefully pulled me into his lap, my legs resting on the outside of his.

"Aye, the mission got a little rough, but it's nothing I can't handle." Soap remarked, reaching up to pull the scent blocking patches away from his glands. The heavy hit of his scent drew a whining moan from my lips, my mind registering that my sex was pressed against his own. The amount of willpower it was taking to not grind and get off against him was only making me feel all that more desperate. A low groan snapped me back to reality, and I became aware of him growing excited against me.

"Soap, please." I whined, burying my head into his neck, brushing my nose against his scent gland.

"John, my name is John. I've got you, Omega, do what you need." Soap encouraged, his large hands coming down to my hips. With a soft pull, He rolled my hips forward against his pulling a moan from my throat. Eagerly, I placed my hands against his shoulders and began grinding my sex against his own. Soap leaned back, letting his back rest against the wall, giving me more stability to move how I needed. My rich scent of jasmine and saffron dancing and mixed with Soap's burnt cinnamon and gun powder scent. Mewling in pleasure, I pulled him in for a kiss, the light scratch of his facial hair adding pleasure.

"Good girl~" Soap purred when I pulled back. His praise sparked a shiver to roll through me, more slick oozing out. I could feel how soaked my panties were against my own skin. A faint worry of getting the slick on his jeans flickered in my mind. Soap's hand tugged me against him harder, drawing noises from the both of us. The roll of my hips grew more frantic as I felt my release drawing near. Muttering pleas to him only made his grip on me grow all the much tighter. I came undone, frantic, grinding my dripping sex against his own when he licked at my mating gland. Soap purred at the sight and gently lifted me from him, laying me down below him.

"Good girl~ my turn, okay?" He asked, rutting his hips against me. Nodding quickly, I hooked my legs around his hips, my legs twitching in overstimulation. It didn't take long before Soap shifted to pull his cock free from his jeans. Continuing his quick movements of rutting his half exposed cock agaisnt me, I glanced down to watch him. His cock was glistening with his pre-release, the tip turning red. He was thick, bright blue veins showing from what was exposed. Just as my body was reaching its limit of overstim, Soap gave a low growl as he began to cum. His thick seed painting just above my underwear, moving on instinct, I gathered some on my fingers and cleaned it away. Groaning, Soap gathered more of his seed on his fingers before pressing them into my mouth. Once they were clean, he pulled away, his eyes feeling predatory as he watched me.

Taking a minute to gather ourselves, Soap adjusted his underwear to cover his length. Just as I had worried about his jeans were wet with my slick. I muttered an apology as my face began to burn with embarrassment. Chuckling Soap stripped his jeans, tossing them to the floor before he laid next to me. Pulling me to rest against him, Soap gently scented me.

"For now, don't worry about any of the clothes, I'll clean them or buy more as needed. Rest while you can love." He rumbled lightly, kissing me. I let out a content whine, letting my body relax against his. Sleep pulling me quickly due to my release, leaving me tired.

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'bury all your secrets in my skin'