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majinbangus · 8 months ago
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Not being used to the princess treatment or being taken care of. You're not one to rely on others, so when you get in a relationship with Soap, you don't realize how independent you are, relying on yourself to do things, not going to him for emotional needs. Sometimes, even taking care of physical ones on your own because you don't want to bother him or seem clingy.
He gets upset, naturally.
You don't let him open doors for you, nor do you let him pull out your chair at the dinner table. If you're sick, you insist on sleeping in the guest bedroom and taking care of yourself until the illness has passed. When you're on your period, he's excited to give you anything you need, but then you don't ask him for ice cream, or chocolate, you don't even ask for cuddles??
Not to forget the times when you didn't wake him up to help take care of you because you didn't want to 'disturb his sleep'. Fuck his sleep, he could've gotten that later, he would've loved to have a sleepy fuck with you. It almost feels like a betrayal that you snuck away to the guest room to get yourself off. If you'd asked, he would've happily taken care of you.
He needs to feel needed. Needs you to need him. Wants you to need him. Has he not shown you that he can provide? That he can take care of you?
But then think about finally giving in, and slowly letting him take care of you. He breaks down your walls, coaxes you into accepting his help, spoils you with affection. Peeling away that hard shell, and revealing that soft underbelly that didn't know how much it wanted and needed to be treated so sweetly.
It's a process, but Soap will get you used to the princess treatment. You don't have to be so strong all the time. He'll give you what you need if you give him the chance.
("I just don't want to be needy."
"Hen, I'd give anything for you to be needy. Let me take care of you.")
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spurbleu · 2 days ago
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kinda a continuation of this, but Johnny finally getting to fuck you after being in the friend zone for years and being a bastard about it. implied breeding kink.
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it adds insult to injury that he’s good.
bent over your childhood bed, drooling on nostalgia and the dust that collected after your absence while abroad. he’s no different, barely able to fit through your front door, shoulders taking the brunt force of the decade he’s been away.
that, and his cock.
palm swallowing your moans so your families don’t hear how he ruins your cunt with it, thick middle reshaping the gums of your walls. you can smell the holiday perfume and champagne melting off your neck as he sucks under your jaw. it’s snowing outside, but the the flakes look bleary behind the tears that boils your waterline.
“y’should see yerself, doll-“ grunts when you flatten your ass against his pelvis, rutting deeper until you bite at his callouses, “a braw mess. must regret not lettin’ me n’yer cunt sooner, mm?”
pushes on your shoulder blades until your throat is stuffed with the feathers in your pillows. fastens his fingers around your hips and angles you just right so he’s brushing against your womb.
dandelion fires light behind your eyes, and you remember how a younger johnny used to talk you through counting them when you looked at the sun too long.
things change fast.
“fuck- squeezin’ me dry, aren’t ye,” he pants, lowering himself until he’s next to your ear, “even yer body knew y’always wanted me. fuckin’ made for me, precious. dinnae why y’held out fer so long.”
“ah- johnny don’t-“
“what? cum inside?” he laughs, and you burry your face into pillow case cotton when he quickens the pace, “why nae make tis permanent, yeah? have meh whenever y’need.”
buries himself to the hilt, and you feel warm confliction fill your womb in ropes until your shaking in the aftermath of your own orgasm.
holds your lower back as he leads you downstairs. plays with the kids while you get water and talk with the mothers.
he sends you a look after picking one up and blowing a raspberry into their stomach, and suddenly you’re aware that this was always going to happen.
and now there’s no way back.
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rosegolden13 · 3 months ago
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Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.
In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.
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halfadiamond · 1 day ago
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Just came up with a new idea 🫣
President Price with his First Lady Reader and his secret service men (Gaz, Soap, and Ghost). Or should one of the men be his Vice President??? Or should they all be secret service men with you having a sucky President husband??? Oh all the routes I can go 😖
Meetings at Price’s office always end up with you getting fucked by one of the men. Staff know not to come in during that time or else they’ll get a bunch of classified documents thrown at them.
But you also get fucked everywhere else that you and the men can get some privacy (such as Price’s private plane). And these dumbos don’t wear condoms (your birth control is ineffective because of plot). So you end up pregnant and while the whole country is celebrating the arrival of the First Baby. The men are nervously sweating because they don’t know who the dad is.
Someone tell me that I’m not crazy for this 😫
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timetravellingshinigami · 9 days ago
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Me at Soap Mactavish
Man is built like a dream
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dilf-luvr-4evr · 4 days ago
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Thinking about college!Soap who doesn’t even hide how much he likes you but you always joke around it..
The excitement in his face when you invited him to your birthday party? The equivalent of rocketing a hole into the roof.
“It’s a costume party. I’m gonna be a princess. You wanna be the prince?” And he’s like bet. Already googling for costume stores far and wide.
He is not one to be embarrassed but oh how he was when it turned out to be just a joke from you again 💔.
But when you saw him march into your party in full, accurate, period drama prince attire? Complete with the sword?? And the fucking stick horse??? God help you, you are bringing that loser home tonight.
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autumnbaguette · 1 day ago
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Toska
Tos-Kah
Russian (noun)
An immense ache for nothing and everything all at once. An anguish from the bottom of the heart.
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Part 2
141 Task Force Base
1740
Interrogation room
You’re never the religious type of person, you knew that there is something, someone if you may, thats powerful above everything else in the universe. Yet this very moments, makes you wanna buckle you knees down, beg for Them to stop the time or at least give you the power to get your shit together. Because for sure, you’re terrified as fuck now.
“Wanna elaborate with that Sergeant?” Price’s voice break up the silence, his eyes studying you. Your reactions to be exact. He saw small movements at the corners of your eyes, your pupils dilated the moment you see that photo. She recognizes it, he thought.
“No comment.” There, you said it. Putting back the photo on the table. You put up your poker face. Get your shit together dammit. You got this.
“Do you recognize the persons in that photograph Sergeant?”
“No comment.”
“What is your relationship with the person in that photograph Sergeant?”
“No comment.”
Thats it. Price looking at you, He’s pissed as fuck now. Somehow in the back of his mind, you are going to blabbering non stop denying the accusations, at least defend yourself, maybe cry a bit. But no. He got practically nothing from you, the only things that he’s sure of was your reaction seeing that photo. And by your reactions, he’s certain now that you are indeed guilty, at some point.
“Listen, love. You need to give me something. We’ve gone long way together with this task force. At least tell me why. Why the fuck we found this photograph stashed inside a safe located at one of the most secure safe house facilities of Konni Group?” He might sound desperate, but this is Captain Price we are talking about, he is not desperate, he is determined now. To dig some shit out of you.
“No comment.”
He stares at you, fuming now. Right now, to be honest, all you want to do is cry. You are not a traitor, you knew that for sure. You might seem to be looking calm but You are swimming like a duck now, of course it’s metaphorical. But no, this is not the time, not yet. They have no idea how much you want to spit every goddamn details. To tell them to believe in you. But Sergeant, you have to do this because you are still under an order.
Yes, an order.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door, Price still looking at you, its a staring stand off now. Then Soap pop his head out from the door. He look at you and the Captain and Ghost.
“Cap, Lt, We got some new information.”
“Alright, We’re gonna leave you for a bit Sergeant. Behave please and maybe after that we can continue our interrogation, the real one.” He put up his signature smile, other people said its the typical white men smile but no, he looks like a quokka, and quokka smiled exactly like your Captain. His smiles might look comforting but no, it’s a threat to you.
Captain Price left the room, followed shortly by Ghost and they left you there by yourself. The photograph is still on the table. Maybe leaving the photograph is another psychological trick, who knows. You don’t care at this point. But is it affecting you? damn right it is.
You feel like opening a long healed wound again after seeing that photo. It’s not supposed to affect you that much, in the moment of echoverie, you saw his face again. Blurred by the time but vivid with feeling.
141 Task Force Base
1800
Observation Room
“She is not talking. What should we do?” Soap asking everyone, he’s been observing from the moment you get into that interrogation room.
“Whats the new information?” Price asking everyone, he wonder whether this new information going to justify your action and maybe he could forgive you or he is gonna throw you under the bus.
“Laswell called, she’s coming and also she told us that she got information. She also wants us to hold the interrogation until she arrives, Cap.”
Everyone there nod their head, Laswell is always solid as rock, and she knows you way before anyone here. Even though it means that the truth is gonna take much longer and it buys you some time too.
“If our Lass here still not talking after Laswell arrives, then I want Ghost to take over the interrogation.” Price said his order, his eyes watching you on the monitor.
“You think she is guilty Cap? There is no way that she go——.”
“Gaz” The Captain suddenly cut the eager Sergeant’s words. He is not angry or disagree with Gaz statement. He understand. They are all in denial. That’s also the reason why everyone agrees to wait for Laswell. Because again, they are in denial.
“The thing with human being is that we are very capable to lie, creates a lie and dismiss a lie. And don’t forget that she got training for that.” Said captain Price while lighting his cigar. He takes a big breath before putting his cigar on his lips. “I’m gonna step out for a bit, keep an eye on Lass. Let me know once Laswell arrives.”
141 Task Force
Interrogation Room
1900
It was supposed to be an easy mission. Get close to the Target, take some information and Get out. Thats it, it’s that easy. You’ve done this kind of operation and went undercover several times, so yeah, it’s supposed to be easy. You’ve been with CIA since early of your career, then Kate Laswell takes you under her wings. You got talent and the attitude as an asset for undercover. No family, no next of kin, basically text book perfect.
The target:
Vladimir Makarov. Born in 1980. A son of high ranking politician in Russian government, his father commit suicide during the fall of the Soviet Union. Later join the russian army and predicted to be rise quickly in rank. But he later decided to bend his fate and joined forces with the unsanction rouge army trying to take control of Urzikstan. He is a well known Businessman, established his own PMC called Konni Group.
Your mission? Get their financial reports, follow the money. Simple right? But the reality was infiltrating Konni wasn’t a simple procedure. They trust nobody, not even their own kind, so the agency decide to put you undercover as an accountant, a crooked one.
Simple.
At first, it’s very difficult. You were planted inside one of Konni group biggest rival, handling their books. The head of that organization was one of CIA assets. Well, you can say that CIA kinda blackmailed him in some way. After a while marinating inside the organization, this condition put you as one of the most important person in that organization. Handling The books? Check, Right hand for the boss? Check, Strategist for both crime related and daily business? Check, Need a tax evasion or money laundering? Consider it done and just like that, the words for crooked accountant spread far.
You were far in trance, retake your steps back to the past. You do remember Him. How could you forget? His touches somehow still lingering on your skin as if it’s yesterday. His favorite perfumes, bleu de chanel. You knew exactly how many tattoos he has and no one knows this one fact but you, He hates coriander.
They are supposed to start the real interrogation at any moment now. Damn, if it’s really Ghost who’s gonna take over, you are so screwed. And suddenly the door is open, you’re expecting Ghost, or maybe Captain Price, but no, finally it’s Laswell.
You and Laswell just stare at each other for the first 2 minutes. It’s not like you’re angry at her for not showing up as soon as possible but you just relieved that she is finally here. After all, she was your boss.
“You should have call me, Adler.” She finally break the silence and starts walking towards you.
“Well, you see, my hands are tied Boss.” You reply nonchalantly.
“Spill anything yet?” She ask you, “It’s for the damage control, what we need to expect after.”
“Nah, you teach me well.”
“Good Girl.” She goes behind your back and open the handcuff.
“How’d you know? I haven’t let anyone know.” You ask your boss.
“Bear and Badger going dark since last week. No communication, nothing. Then we found their bodies yesterday. Murdered, execution style. Figured i would give you heads up but Price got to you first.”
Then Captain Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz barging into the interrogation room, they look furious and confused.
“Care to explain what the fuck is going on Kate?”
To be continued.
A/n: the character for Makarov is the reboot version guys (just in case anyone wondering) and you guys can leave a comment for the tagging 🫶🏻
Tags: @letaliabane
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quarterlifekitty · 6 months ago
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Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).
The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.
“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”
You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.
“She says thanks.”
“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.
This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.
“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.
“Goodnight, Johnny.”
Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.
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random-thot-generator · 11 hours ago
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Wolves in Every Guise
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WEREWOLF!SOAP x READER
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— "Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end. As you're pretty, so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise." 
~Charles Perrault, Little Red Riding Hood, 1969
cw: MDNI 18+ ONLY- dark themes, manipulation, sneaky fuckery, kidnapping, mention of ruts/mating, nothing explicit
(notes: it's a wee, dark one shot that needed purging.)
mdni banner: @cafekitsune | wolf divider: @sweetmelodygraphics
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It's a dark and rainy autumn evening when Johnny happens upon you. You're stranded, poor thing, your little compact car broken down on the muddy shoulder of the remote mountain road that leads up to his cabin. You're standing there looking helpless in the drizzling rain, your red rain slicker glossy-bright as a candied apple in the deep forest gloom.
You gush with gratitude, so grateful he stopped for you. He's not even completely out of his truck before you start babbling on about how your car "just up and died!" not long after taking this road— a shortcut, you say—to reach your grandmother's home, which is just over the mountain in the next county.
Johnny gives your arm a reassuring pat. "No worries, lass. Let's 'ave a look, aye?"
He checks under the hood, telling you to "give it a crank, bon." The motor coughs and splutters, but refuses to start. Johnny soon discovers the trouble; your fuel line is clogged.
You follow behind him like a little lost pup as he stalks down the side of the car to check your gas tank. Your pretty face is all scrunched up with worry, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You look adorable and make him want to bite that plump little lip for you.
Forcing his attention back to the task at hand, he pops open the flap of your gas tank. He grunts, frowning, when he sees the telltale white granules below the opening of the filler neck. He wets his pinky, dabs up a few of the crystals and pokes it into his mouth. The sweet taste of sugar explodes on his tongue.
Wolfy senses tingling, Johnny knows that some sort of fuckery is afoot.
"Have ye ever taken this road to yer nan's before?" he asks, closing the flap.
He watches your fingers twist together, a sheepish expression dimming your big doe eyes. "Well, no..." You pause, heave a frustrated breath.
"There was a cashier at the gas station just off the exit ramp that told me about it. He said it was a shortcut over the mountain and wrote down the directions for me while the attendant filled up my tank. He claimed it was a straight shot to where I needed to go. Why? Was he mistaken?"
Johnny shakes his head, an odd little smile curling up his lips. "Naw. Tha' would be Kyle ye spoke tuh. He told it true. This road will take ye right where ye need t'go." He tilts his head, smirking. "S'pose ye already tried callin' fer a tow?"
You nod, shoulders slumping in defeat. "Yeah," you mumble glumly. "No service. Guess it's the trees."
Johnny hums, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders to lead you to his truck. "No worries, lass. I'll take ye up to me cabin. Got a satellite phone ye can use."
Your face lights up with relief. "Really? Oh, thank you!"
He helps you into the passenger seat, fiddling with your seatbelt as an excuse to get close and draw in a deep breath of your scent. Hmmm... You smell sweeter than the sugar in your gas tank. Christ, you're so ripe for mating, he begins to salivate.
A sly grin splits his face as he rounds his truck and climbs in. He owes Kyle and Simon a huge favor for sending such a pretty little gift his way. He reckons they couldn't resist the irony of the situation, though, could they?
Here he is on the verge of his next rut, yet again with no mate, then in you waltz wearing your hooded red slicker, telling 'em you're on your way to your grandma's house. Of course, they would send you to him. The cheeky gobshites.
It's all he can do not to laugh as he starts the truck to drive you up the mountain to his cabin. Your new home.
Because, you see, little Red, there is no full service attendant at Kyle's gas station. Simon just stops in for beer every evening after closing up his garage. And this 'shortcut' to your grandma's house?
It's a private road that leads straight to his doorstep.
The den of the big bad wolf.
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hahaifolded · 2 days ago
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Cellophane - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x POC!GN Reader
Tags/Warnings: MDNI, ANGST (racism), one-sided relationship Author's Note: I genuinely have no clear where this came from. I had to take a lap while writing this because wtf. Read with precaution!
Johnny: Sorry about that. My phone died but on my way.
So many emotions swirl your head as you pick at the loose threads on your couch. You weren’t sure what you were feeling right now. Anger. Disappointment. Confusion. Betrayal. 
All you knew that if Johnny doesn’t have a good reason for this, it’s ov— 
Wait, don’t get ahead of yourself. This is your Johnny for fucks safe. Your boyfriend of two years. Your safety. Your home. Your heart. There has to be a logical reason for this. There just has to be. 
Your front door suddenly opens and interrupts your thoughts. 
“Mo ghradh! I’m home!” announces your lover. Normally, his arrival brightens your day but right now, it just reminded you of the growing tightness in your throat. He rushes past the couch, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to the bathroom. “Was really worried that I wasn’t going to make it,” he jokes. 
You give him a half-hearted laugh as your heart nearly jumps out your throat. It was now or never. 
“So how was dinner with the boys?” Your mind races with what your question implicates. If he comes clean, crisis adverted. 
Wiping his hands on his pants, Johnny breaks your heart. “Pretty good.” He walks over to you and pulls out a bill from his pants, boasting at how he was able to swindle 50 pounds from Gaz. 
Funny how the world works. Here’s Johnny dragging the same man who gave him away in his lie. If your heart wasn’t actively breaking right now, maybe you could have laughed at the irony. Instead, you’re recalling the fact that after three failed attempts in reaching your boyfriend tonight, you called Kyle in the hopes that he could tell your Johnny to check his phone. 
“You know I would, love, but he already left.” “What do you mean “he already left”? I thought the team was grabbing dinner around 7. It’s barely 7:15.” “Tonight? I thought Soap was grabbing dinner with his pa—“
A hand waves across your face, bringing you back to the present. “Sweetheart, you okay?” Johnny’s voice is laced with worry. “You don’t look so good.” Your Scottish lover takes a seat next to you and presses the back of his hand across your forehead. 
You grasp his hand and hold it down in your lap. You take a deep breath and rip the bandage off. 
“I called Kyle today after I couldn’t get a hold of you.” Silence filled the room. Johnny’s face went blank. “He told me where you were.”
“And?”
And? You let go of Johnny’s hand, shocked by the coldness in his voice. 
“And?” You repeated back incredulously. “Is that really all you have to say?”
Johnny stands up and paces in front of the couch. His neck turns red but you’re not sure if it’s out of nerves or anger. “What do you want me to say?” he shoots back. Anger. 
“Why?” He pauses to look at you. You both stare at one another, shocked by the reality of the situation. 
“I don’t know.”
Your body goes hot. “Johnny, that’s not good enough.” You stand up. “We’ve been dating for two years. For fucks safe, Johnny, you’ve met my parents,” You fight against the tears. “So why, why didn’t you invite me tonight to meet yours?” You must look crazy right now as your chest heaves with anger - probably even more since Johnny stood so composed. 
But in actuality, a storm brewed inside Johnny. The moment that he hoped would never come has arrived. Delusional. He knew it was inevitable. After he met your parents a few months ago, he knew this was going to happen. After he said “I love you,” he knew this was going to happen. After the the first date, he knew this was going to happen. But, he wasn’t - they’re weren’t - ready yet. Just a little longer and then it can happen. He just needs more time. They need more time. 
So like an interrogation, he’ll stay quiet.
“I don’t know.” It’s clear you don’t like his answer as you take a step back away from him. 
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Now you begin to pace. “Johnny, I know how fucking important your family is to you. It's important for me too.” Your face contorts as you find the right words. “You even said how you couldn’t marry someone who doesn’t get along with your parents.” 
Johnny can’t help but wince which only startles you. The entire room goes cold. You freeze completely and your body slumps at the insinuation. 
“Oh.” You take a deep breath in and in your plain voice, you conclude, “you don’t plan on marrying me.” 
The Scot’s heart pauses.  No! He rushes towards you and grabs your head, immediately cradling it. You’re clearly in shock. If I don’t say anything, I’ll lose them, he realizes. So in an act of desperation, he tells you the truth.
“You not meeting my parents has nothing to do with you.” He stares deeply in your eyes, hoping you’ll stay after this. “They just want me to marry someone… like us.” He internally cringed at his words. He knows his parents are in the wrong here, but he knows they'll come around to it. They're good people, right?
Emotion, specifically confusion, reappears on your face. Standing face to face to him, you push his hands away and ask, “didn’t your little sister marry a Frenchman?” 
Johnny normally loved how you saw the cracks in people’s facades but right now, he wished that beautiful brain of yours would just stop. “Yes bu—“
“So what’s wrong with me?” As soon as those words left your mouth, your eyes widened as you realized the stark difference between you and Johnny’s brother-in-law, Johnny, and his entire family. You recall the picture Johnny had showed you early on in your relationship of his family - a big family with one similar characteristic. 
You fall back to the couch. Johnny falls to his knees before you and begins to ramble about how his parents aren’t necessarily bad people, just stuck in their old ways, but you really don’t catch his words. You couldn’t believe it. Your boyfriend of two years won’t introduce you to this parents because of something you can’t and didn’t want to change. You couldn’t believe this was happening…
again. You promised yourself that if you ever found yourself in the shadows because of someone’s inability of loving you in the light, you would…
“It’s over,” you gently announce. John immediately goes silent. He probably wasn’t expecting that and you can’t blame him, you really didn’t think this conversation would be the end. 
With red ears, the Scott begs you to reconsider. “It’s not like you can’t meet my parents. I’m just asking you to wait. Give it some time. I know they’ll come around it. There’s no need to rush—“
“Do they know that I exist?”
“…”
“Do they even know that you’re dating someone?”
“…”
You couldn’t believe it. While you were proudly parading and even defending your love for him, he hid you out of shame. 
You shoot up from the couch, desperate to leave this man and, really, this relationship behind. Unfortunately for you, John is right behind you. 
“Mo ghradh, please,” he begs. Mo ghradh - my love… just not in front of your parents, you bitterly think. Your face felt tight as you fought against the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. After giving everything to him, you couldn’t believe that Johnny John played you as a fool. You stopped and turned around, startling your “fearless" SAS sergeant. You just had to ask one question.
“John.” Johnny’s eye widened. You never call him John, not even when you’re mad. “If your parents never change, would you pick me over them?” John gasps and stutters for an answer. That was enough for you. 
You march off again, but before you leave your own apartment, you gave him your heart once more, “Just so you know, I would have chosen you.” And with that, you shut your door behind you, leaving the stuttering soldier behind. 
Word Count: 1350
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Author's Plea: Please, please, please - if you ever find yourself in a situation like this, choose yourself and leave. Everyone deserves to be loved under the Sun.
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softaestluv · 7 days ago
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Johnny who makes it everyone else’s problem that he hasn’t got laid in weeks, that he’s so fucking pent up he can feel it in his teeth. Won’t stop his Scottish whining that his hand isn’t enough, needs a warm cunt to fuck or he’ll go insane.
So, you take one for the team, let him fuck all his pent up cum inside of you because you don’t think you can hear another description of how sad his hand feels. Hope to get him to shut the hell up.
But now he just won’t stop whining about needing to fuck your cunt.
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moody-alcoholic · 1 day ago
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These Violent Delights
Chapter 30 - Clear Blue Sky
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 12k words.
CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes, panic attack, mental health, flashback, PTSD, sex, PiV sex, oral (M&F receiving), fivesome MMMMF, threesome MMF, cum play (kinda but not really), hurt/comfort, angst, mild self harm (scolding). AN: I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, I might come back and edit it a bit at a later date.
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Price walks into the room, Ghost has his back to the door. He doesn’t move though, John can hear a tap running. 
“He talked?” John asks, closing the door behind him. 
“He talked.” Simon says, the tap turns off. 
“What did he say?” John asks, he watches as Simon braces himself on the sink. 
“It doesn’t matter what he said.” John clenches his jaw, he looks down at the papers on the table. It’s all the intel they managed to gather, no one expected them to talk. John was already running out of time, MI6 were desperate to send them back to America, back to Graves. 
“You think he’s lying?” John asks, steping up to the table. 
“Intel’s solid, Laswell’s already checked it out.” Ghost sighs, turning around to look at John. 
“You think it’s a trap?” John asks, Ghost looks away for a second before crossing his arms and leaning back up against the sink. 
“Awfully conveniently. Gets caught breaks in less than an hour.” Ghost says, raising an eyebrow. 
“Some people are not built for interrogation.” John reminds him, especially not Ghost’s type of interrogation. There’s silence in the room, John's mind goes back to when they caught the second guy. Graves' men are smart, he trains them well. A mole deep in a military base that's a valuable asset to just give up.
“We still go, follow the lead. We’re only planning on doing reconnaissance anyway, we’re gathering intel, following leads.” John says crossing his arms, Ghost stands up off the sink and walks over to the table.
“And if it is a trap?” Ghost asks.
“Worst case scenario we go in alone. That's why I need you with me.” John says, it's the worst case scenario, if they’re forced to go against Shadow Company, Graves and Hale alone before Soap and Gaz can get to them. 
“She’ll be safe in Scotland.” John says trying to keep his voice level, Ghost is staring down into his eyes. 
“No. No she won’t. She won’t be safe anywhere until Hale is dead.”
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You’re leaving today.
For once you’re happy you’re leaving. You hate this place, nothing good has happened here. You slept in Johnny's room last night, you’re not sure why it just felt right and he was more than happy to have you with him. He's barely taken his hands off you as you slowly made your way down for breakfast. You look outside and only see 2 random soldiers at the gate entrance. 
You’re not going to miss the strangers, you’re looking forward to spending some time alone with your pack. You can’t wait to go to the loch, you can’t wait to get back to the countryside with the rolling fields and the dense trees. After breakfast when you walk out of the dining room with Johnny, Kyle and Simon are starting to pile bags up in the lobby. 
“Johnny.” Simon calls walking over to you both. “Car’s going to be here in a bit, where's all your stuff?” 
“Chill LT. It’ll be ready.” Johnny says, patting his shoulder. 
“Should have been ready this morning.” Simon says before turning to look at you. “What about you? Need a hand?” 
“No, I’m almost finished, I just have to pack up my nest.” You say smiling. It’s the last thing you’ll pack, things always feel so weird when you don’t have one. You can’t wait to get back to the one in Scotland, you knew leaving it there instead of packing it up was a good idea. He nods going back over to the pile of bags. 
“Have you really not packed yet?” You say looking at him. He sighs, squeezing your hip. 
“We’re not leaving for another 2 hours, I’ve got plenty of time.” He says smiling. It makes you chuckle, you see John step out of his office he smiles at you while Johnny calls Kyle over. 
“I’m going to finish packing, have a shower.” You say. 
“Okay, love.” Johnny says and kisses your head before you turn and head upstairs. You grab a pair of comfy clothes from your bag, you’re going to have a long car journey and you want to be comfortable and hopefully sleep most of the way. 
You look down at your nest. You should really pack that up first. You take out the important things, the tokens you have from each of them including Piper's scarf. You pack them up on the top of your bag and start to fold the blankets. When you’re done you look at the now barren spot. It feels wrong, it feels weird. You don’t have a nest here anymore, honestly you don’t mind.
You miss your nest in Scotland, you smile thinking about going back there. Apparently it’ll be warmer this time you might get to spend even more time outside. You pick up your bag and drop it outside your door with your fresh change of clothes and a towel tucked under your arm. 
You can hear Johnny and Kyle laughing in the lobby, you peek over the railing and see them moving bags around. It makes you happy, it makes you smile seeing them smile and joke with each other. Simon is standing next to John with his arms crossed, you can’t hear what they’re talking about. 
You head into John’s room, he has already packed and stripped the bed. You throw your clothes down and head into the en-suite. You don’t have time for a bath besides you’ll have plenty of time when you get to Scotland.  
You leave the doors open so you can hear the laughter and the voices traveling through the building. You strip, turning the shower on and holding your hand under it until it gets warm. When you step in you see there's only a bottle of body wash, you’ll have to wait until you get to the house to wash your hair. You reach picking it up to squirt some into your hand.
You freeze when you see the scars. They’re taking longer to heal. You remember the man who attacked Piper, you remember the look in his eyes, he had one job and that was to kill. Before you can stop yourself you drop the bottle reaching to turn the heat up on the water. You let the heat pound on your back until your skin stings. 
You remember the pain, the hot fiery drag of the blade against your skin, the adrenaline pumping through your system. You remember your only thought being to protect her, he would have had to go through you before he laid a finger on her. Your stomach feels like it’s doing flips and your heart feels like it’s going to jump out your chest. 
Your legs feel like jelly and you slide down the side of the shower to the floor. You bring your knees to your chest and look down at your hands. You kept forgetting to talk to Piper about why they’re taking so long to heal. Maybe it’s because the sink is so soft. Maybe they will never fully heal and you’ll have a reminder for the rest of your life. You squeeze your eyes closed trying to ignore the pain rushing through your body. 
The hot water burns your skin but you don’t want to move. 
'You saved a liar.’ Hale's voice rings in your head. It’s been a while since you’ve heard him. 
“Go away!” You call. You know he’s not there, you know he’s in your head but it helps anyway. You hear him laughing and you slap your hands up to your ears. You can hear the rapid thumping of your heart, your head starts spinning and you squeeze your eyes closed trying to ignore the laughing and focus on the sound of the shower. 
Suddenly someone grabs you, they grab your wrists, taking your hands off your ears. You cry out trying to fight them as they pull you out of the shower.
“It’s okay, you’re okay.” It’s Simon, you open your eyes choking on a sob. He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you while you try to control your breathing. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” You can smell the scent of alpha filling your nose, you start to relax against him as silent tears fall down your face. 
You can still hear the shower running, Hale’s laughing has gone, leaving you with just the pounding of your heart and Simon’s gentle voice. You grip his shirt, pressing your hands on his chest, you can feel his steady heartbeat under your hand, you shiver as the water turns cold and the cool air hits your skin. 
“What happened?” He asks after a few more seconds of silence. 
“I was thinking about Piper. About the time she got attacked.” You say, looking down at your palm, you can’t tell if the scars look worse or if it’s just your imagination. He lets out a sign moving a hand down your arm, he picks up your hand pressing his thumb into your palm, you wrap your fingers around it. It’s good, it helps ground you.
“You were very brave.” He says, you sniffle. 
“I didn’t feel brave. I just couldn’t let her get hurt.” You sigh. Simon just holds you in his arms rubbing your palm with his thumb until you start to shiver. Then he helps you to your feet and warps you in a towel leading you back into John’s room
“Do you want me to stay?” Simon asks as you go over to the clean clothes laid out on the bed. 
“No. I’m okay.” You say looking up at him, he smiles and bends down to kiss you on the forehead. 
“I’ll send Johnny up to help you with the bags.” He says, you nod watching him leave and close the door behind. You look down at the stripped bed, you remember laying in there with him, now the whole room feels empty. 
You dry yourself changing into your fresh comfy clothes before Johnny comes into the room beaming at you. He doesn't ask questions, he just picks up the rest of John’s bags and yours and you help him take them down into the lobby. The car is already here even though you’re not leaving for another hour at least. 
While Johnny goes to help Simon and Kyle load the car, you walk over to John's office. He has his back to the door boxing paperwork up on his desk. You knock on the door and he turns to see you, he frowns coming over to you holding your face in his hands. 
“Are you okay?” He asks. 
“Yeah. I- I don’t know, I was in the shower.” You choke on the words suddenly feeling a chill in the air. He drops his hands walking past you to close the door to his office. You wait until he’s back in your view, his hands land on the top of your arms. 
“Can I call Piper?” You ask. 
“Of course,” he says, moving around to the phone on his desk. He picks it up, you rub your thumb over the scars on your palm. You don’t know why you’re nervous, everything feels like it’s changed. You haven’t spoken to her since she left, you’ve been too busy distracted with packing and getting ready to move.
“I need a secure outside line please.” John asks, secure , she’s somewhere safe. John promised you she was somewhere safe, no one will be able to find her, not even Hale or Shadow Company. He offers you the phone, you step up, taking it out his hand and bringing it to your ear. 
You hear the line ringing. “Hello?” The voice is so familiar to you it puts you at ease immediately. 
“Piper.” You say. 
“Hey hun, what’s wrong?” She asks, suddenly sounding concerned. 
“Nothing. I think I just needed to hear your voice.” You say suddenly feeling silly. 
“I’ve only been gone two days.” She chuckles. 
“I know. I just miss you.” 
“Well, things have been going well over here. Are you still on the base?” 
“Yeah, we’re leaving today actually.” You look up at John who smiles. 
“Yeah? I bet you can’t wait.” You can hear the smile in her voice, you smile too. 
“I’m looking forward to seeing the loch.” 
“Good, you need a good rest, you deserve a good rest.” You smile, tangling your finger around the phone wire. You’re not sure what to say, you just want to keep listening to her talk. 
“Are you sure there’s not anything else you need?” She asks after a few more moments of silence. 
“No. I’m okay.” You say, you are, you are okay.
“Oh actually before I go, is John around?” 
“Yeah, he’s here.” You say, you hold the phone out for John who steps forward and takes it. 
“Piper.” He says, you let go of the wire and reach out to grip his hand. 
“She’s okay.” He says his hand coming up to your face. You smile. 
“I’ll talk to them about it.” He says. “We’ll call you when we’re in Scotland. Of course. Bye.” He pulls the phone away from his ear and suddenly you’re upset you didn’t get to say goodbye. 
“She had a delivery show up, we’ll call her when we get to Scotland.” He says reaching over to put the phone down. His hand drops from your face to rest on your shoulder. There's a knock on the door, he turns calling whoever it is in. 
“Williams is at the gate.” Johnny says. John nods. 
“Why don’t you go help Johnny finish packing. Then we’ll be on our way.” You nod heading over to the door for Johnny to throw his arm around you. 
“If we’re lucky we’ll make it there before dark and we can stop off at the loch.” He says. 
“Yeah, that would be nice.” You reply smiling.
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You don’t make it to the house until the sun has well and truly set beyond the horizon. When you do get there you can’t wait to get out and stretch your legs. Johnny and Kyle drove this time so you were squished in the back between Simon and John. You didn’t mind too much, it just meant you had less room. 
Johnny and Kyle spend most of the drive talking about music and singing along to songs Johnny plays through his phone, fighting about others and comparing musicians they like. You don’t mind, you get to listen to so many music genres you didn’t even know existed. When you make it over the Scottish border John complains of a headache which is met by tuts of disappointment from Johnny and Kyle and the music is switched off in favour of the radio. 
You lean up against him hugging his arm and manage to take a nap for the second half of the journey. When you get to the house you’re almost pushing them out of the car. Simon opens the boot and takes out one of the bags before closing it. 
“Hey, why don’t you pop into town with Johnny?” John asks. You frown at him and look back in the car to see Johnny still in the driver's seat. You don’t really want to but you nod anyway. 
“Good.” John says kissing you on the forehead. You stretch before getting in the front seat.
“We won’t be long, love. Just got to pick up a few things so we don’t starve.” He says, you nod watching as the others go into the house. 
Johnny’s right the shopping doesn’t take long, it’s only an hour before the place is going to close so you’re only picking up essentials; tea, milk, eggs and bacon for breakfast tomorrow, bread, cheese and some stuff to throw in the oven for dinner later. 
The town looks different now the Christmas decorations have been taken down, it’s still pretty, it's so warm and inviting, especially the main street with the orange street lights beaming down. 
“Do you think we could go back to the pub?” You ask as you stop at the top of the street, you see it on the corner there are a few people sat outside in the cold smoking. 
“Yeah don’t see why not.” Johnny says as he turns down the road back out of the town. The drive home feels longer for some reason and Johnny seems distracted checking his phone every few minutes or so. He seems nervous about something, it’s starting to make you nervous.
“Is everything okay?” You ask as he pulls off the main road and down the private drive. 
“Yeah.” He smiles pulling right up to the house. You nod and go around to the back of the car to take the shopping out. When you make it in the house it’s warm, the living room door is closed so you head into the kitchen. No one is around, they must all be in the living room.  
Johnny helps you put the shopping away. 
“What about the rest of the bags?” You ask, remembering Simon only took one of them out.
“We’ll get them later.” He says closing the fridge. You nod and go to head towards the living room. 
“Wait!” Johnny calls. It makes you jump. He walks over to you grabbing your arm. “Sorry, we have a surprise for you.” You frown at him, he just smiles but you still feel nerves rising in you. 
“C’mon.” He says, leading you down the hallway to the living room door. Before you go in you both kick your shoes off. When you’re done Johnny covers your eyes with his hand and you hear him open the door.
“What is going on?” You ask, trying not to show how nervous you feel. You trust him, all of them. He would never do anything to hurt you, none of them would.
“It’s a surprise.” Johnny repeats, as you struggle to walk straight. Suddenly he removes his hands but you keep your eyes closed. “Open your eyes, love.” When you do, you see the living room has been transformed into what looks like a massive bed. The sofa is still there but the coffee table and other furniture has been moved. The floor is covered from wall to wall with mattresses covered in blankets and quilts, with pillows spread everywhere. 
John, Simon and Kyle are already sat around, you smile and step onto the mattress before falling to your knees. The bedding is soft and you can see the fire roaring away, other than a floor lamp it’s the only other light source in the room. The low light and the warm room immediately makes you relax, Kyle crawls over to you and he leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back, reaching out for his arm, running your hand down to his.
You feel Johnny coming behind you, his hands land on your shoulders and he presses his chest against your back. Kyle pulls from the kiss and you look up at the twinkle in his eyes. John comes over picking your hand up and lacing his fingers with yours, you realise there’s even soft music playing you almost missed, they really have gone all out.
“We’re not needed anywhere, no one knows where we are, we’re safe.” John says, kissing the back of your hand. “Tonight is all about you. Whatever you want.” You’re not sure what you want. You’d be happy to just lay here with them all together like it’s one big nest. 
You lean over and kiss John, your hands press on his chest and he lays back on the pillows. You just don’t want them to stop touching you and they don't. Johnny's hands run up the back of your top, Kyle’s fingers dig into the soft skin of your arse and hips. 
They move without bumping into each other. You’re so busy sloppy making out with John when lips press on your shoulder you shiver, they move up to your neck pressing gentle kisses. You hear movement and look over and see Simon coming over to you, you sit back on your knees and wait, he reaches out with one of his hands to rub your cheek. 
“How about we just take care of you. You need it.” Simon says before kissing you. Holy shit this is actually happening. You don’t have time to panic or overthink them all being with you at once. Your mind is racing, you can feel your cheeks burning. The scent of vanilla fills the room, you watch as they react to it while you just sit there and let them run their hands and lips all over you. John sits up a little running his hand up your thigh while Simon attacks your mouth, playing with your tongue, his hands pressed around your face, it's needy and breathless. 
Johnny moans in your neck sending vibrations down your spine. Kyle’s hands start running up your top you don’t stop him, Johnny’s hand on your back stops at the bottom. A finger teases below your waistband, you lift your arms in the air and Johnny’s hands glady pull up the hem of the top.
You break from the kiss and look down at John who smiles at you as Johnny pulls the top off over your head. Kyle’s thumb brushes over one of your nipples and you let out a long breath. John chuckles, squeezing your thigh before propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes wash over you like he’s looking at you for the first time. 
Johnny’s chest is pressed up against your back, his hands running up and down your thighs. “Stunnin’ sweetheart.” Johnny says gripping your hips, his thumbs slipping below your waistband. It’s almost like he wants to claw the rest of your clothes off. 
“Calm down Johnny, let's give her a second to breathe.” Simon says, his hand running up to the back of Johnny’s neck causing him to sit back. John moves, gesturing for you to lay next to him. You smile and crawl over to him laying back against the pillows.
He turns on his side, his hand rests on your stomach before moving up to your chest. His eyes look dark in the low light but you can still see the shine of deep blue, you reach over to touch his face running your fingers through his beard tracing his jaw line.
“Our omega. You’ve been through so much.” He turns his head kissing your palm. “Let us make you feel good.” You smile and he leans in to kiss you. 
Johnny moaning breaks you from the kiss and you both look down at him, his mouth locked around Simon’s pushing him down onto the bed. Kyle chuckles next to you and you turn to look at him. He smiles, his hand coming to stroke your face. John hums next to you his hand travels down your body to your stomach, then to the front of your pants. 
Kyle kisses you, it’s long and slow, his thumb brushes your cheek as he plays with your tongue. You moan in his mouth as his other hand comes to squeeze your breast. He breaks from the kiss for a second pressing his forehead to yours. 
“You’re so beautiful.” He says before pressing his lips back on yours. John’s hand slips down into your pants, you spread your legs as much as you can, letting out a breath. You’re trying to focus on Kyle, your hands running up his top as John’s fingers press through your folds and land on your clit. 
“John.” You breathe as he presses down hard before rubbing tight circles. You moan and Johnny and Simon’s attention turns to you. Johnny chuckles climbing off Simon and coming over, his hands grip your waistband pulling your pants off in one quick motion. You spread your legs fully for John and he presses his fingers inside you. 
“Fuck.” You call balling Kyle’s top up in your hands. Johnny moves up to sit behind him pulling it off over his head. Kyle’s mouth comes down to one of your breasts and you lean back on the pillows. Simon moves to lay down between your legs running his hands up them. There’s so much going on you’re not sure who to focus on. 
John’s fingers curl up inside you making you moan out, Kyle’s tongue flicks your nipple and you reach out to touch him. John’s hand presses down on your stomach as you start to squirm. Simon’s hands and mouth don’t stop either, pressing kisses up your legs and running his hands over your thighs. There’s so much going on it’s almost overstimulating, not to mention the overwhelming scents in the room making your head spin. You reach out and grab John’s free hand to warn him you’re about to come.
“That’s it, love.” John says, his voice is low, sending shivers down your spine. You clench around his fingers as you cum crying out as you try not to dig your nails into Kyle’s chest. John rides you through the orgasm, Kyle's mouth comes off your nipple and you look up at Johnny’s face buried in his neck, he smiles at you as you pant through the overstimulation.  
John takes his hand out of you and you look up at him. He leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 
“Good girl.” He says, it makes you blush, your head pounds, it’s like you can smell the pleasure in the room, you see his pupils dilate. “Who do you want first?” You frown for a second, you didn’t think you would get a choice, you’re not sure what to say.
“Kyle.” You say before you overthink it. Johnny groans which makes Kyle chuckle as he prys himself from Johnny’s arms. 
“Quit complaining Johnny.” Simon says kneeling at your feet pulling his shirt off over his head. “Come over here, make yourself useful.” 
John chuckles, you look over at him and push your hand up his chest under his shirt. He gets the idea pulling it off, your hand runs up his stomach. You like how John feels under your hand, it’s soft and safe, you know where each scar is, where he likes to be touched. Where he doesn’t like to be touched, you run your fingers through his hair resting your hand over his heart. 
“My turn next.” He says smiling as he leans down to kiss you. You just nod in response as you hear belt buckles clicking. Johnny and Kyle are already naked Simon’s laid back against the opposite wall to you, one leg bent watching Johnny throw his clothes to the side. Kyle shuffles around kneeling between your legs, your mouth fills with saliva as his hands run up your thighs.
He hooks his hands under your knees pulling you close to him, his cock is already hard resting on your stomach. John hums, reaching down to run his hand over Kyle's cock and you watch it twitch. John takes the opportunity to move, resting you against his chest, his arms wrapping around your stomach. 
John removes his hand and Kyle reaches down to your pussy, his fingers are against your entrance before leaning back and replacing them with his cock. You feel nervous all of a sudden you’re not sure why, you don’t think about it for long though before he presses into you. 
It feels like he’s pushing all the air out your lungs, John moves so he can support your back better and you lean against him. He whispers in your ear, rubbing your nipples with his fingers and running his tongue up the back of your neck over his mark. 
Kyle is gentle, slow, he takes his time rewarding you with nice long thrusts that make your toes curl. You’re glad you picked Kyle first, you need this, something soft and slow, sensual with gentle touches and praises being whispered in your ears. 
Kyle moans, changing his pace a little and you see Johnny’s head pop up behind Kyle, then Simon a second later. You’re not sure what they're doing but whatever it is it makes Kyle speed up and moan, tipping his head to the side and resting it against Johnny who kisses him.
“Don’t get distracted.” Simon says in a low voice running his hand down Kyle's arm. It makes you shiver, Kyle moves, angling himself better against your hips hitting deeper and deeper inside you. 
“Fuck.” you breath clenching around him, you’re getting close already. Johnny smiles reaching over to rub your clit which causes you to cry out and arch your back. Simon presses a hand on your stomach and both you and Kyle moan at the same time. His thrusts are desperate now, he’s close too, his fingers digging into your hips. 
You can barely call his name when you cum, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes closed. Kyle mumbles as he cums throbbing inside you while Johnny’s still assaulting your clit. When you open your eyes you see Kyle leaning over to kiss you. 
All you can smell is leather, it’s so strong in the air it’s making you dizzy. When you break from the kiss you look over at Johnny who practically shoves Kyle out the way so he can get between your legs. It makes you chuckle as Kyle flops down beside you, his hand resting on your stomach. You turn to look at him and he smiles, his hand moves up between your breasts before making its way over to one of your nipples. 
“You okay?” He asks, you nod as you feel the tip of Johnny’s cock tease your entrance. You turn slightly to address John. 
“I thought you wanted to go next?” You say, he chuckles kissing the top of your head.
“I’ve got all the time in the world.” He says. It makes you blush for some reason and before you know it Johnny is inside you with one slick thrust. He’s eager, imminently grunting and slamming his hips against you. 
“Christ, love. So fucking perfect aint you?” He says, you’ve come to learn Johnny is pretty vocal when it comes to sex. If he’s not throwing a string of praises at you he’s moaning and grunting as he drives his cock into you, the sound of skin on skin drowns out the soft music.
Kyle’s hands don’t stop running over your body, his hand squeezing your breasts or stroking your face. John keeps whispering sweet things in your ears, his thumb brushing his mark sending vibrations down your spine. It’s a strange feeling but you don’t mind it. 
“Love you so much. Our perfect omega.” John breathes before pressing a kiss on your cheek. 
“Anything for you.” You reply back breathlessly. Johnny picks up his speed and you look down to see Simon naked on his knees, his arms are around Johnny as he nips at his earlobe. One of his hands is on his nipple. 
“Si-” Johnny chokes on his words. You watch as Simon’s hand runs up to wrap around his neck. Johnny arches his back. Christ , that's hot. 
“Better make her feel good Johnny.” Simon’s growling in his ears, Johnny wimpers you feel his cock twitching in you. You’re going to cum again quicker then before, Kyle seems to pick up on it and his hand moves from your breast to your clit. As soon as his fingers brush it you squeeze around Johnny's cock as he bucks his hips into you. 
“Johnny.” You call, you can’t hold it back anymore, not now Kyle is rubbing tight circles.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Johnny calls breathlessly, Simon holds him up as you cum, seconds later you feel Johnny spill inside you, his cock throbs his hips slow as he pumps into you. Kyle moves his hand as you start to shake from overstimulation. 
“Fuck, love. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.” Johnny says, Simon is running his hands over Johnny's body. Johnny pulls out then presses his fingers inside you, coating them in cum and your slick before bringing his fingers up to Simon’s lips. 
You watch as Johnny pushes them into his mouth and Simon sucks them clean. You feel your body getting warm again, there's a pulsing between your legs as you watch Simon’s tongue lapping at Johnny’s fingers. 
You want Simon. You want your alpha. You prop yourself up off John and sit up on your knees. Johnny sees you and moves out the way taking his fingers with him as you reach out to touch Simon. You kneel up and kiss him, you can taste salt and sweet, you can smell his alpha and vanilla. His hands run up your body, your hands run down to his cock. 
He hums in your mouth, pressing his tongue against yours. You pump his cock with your hand feeling it twitch, his hands land on your shoulders and he gently pushes you back. John’s hand lands on the top of your back, he kisses your shoulder before looking up at Simon.
You look down at Simon’s cock in your hands, You’ve only ever been with Simon when you’ve been in heat. He’s definitely the biggest out of all of them. You thrust down it with 2 hands rubbing your thumb over the tip smothering the bead of precum around. Your mouth fills with saliva, you bend down wrapping your mouth around the tip. 
He moans out instantly, one of his hands comes to run through your hair while he sits back on his legs. You can’t take him all the way so you use your hand around the base of his cock to make up for it. You like the fact he makes your eyes water, you like his moans and the way his fingers press on your head. 
You get better position propping yourself up on your knees and your other hand flat on the bed to stabilise yourself. John’s hands start to run up the inside of your thighs and you hear him pulling the last of his clothes off. His fingers brush your clit, before he presses one of his fingers inside you causing you to moan around Simon’s cock. 
“Fuck, love. So this is what Johnny’s been teaching you.” Simon says. You smile but you can’t answer.
“Didn’t teach her anything. She’s a natural.” Johnny says, you hear Kyle tut. You wonder what they’re doing, you can hear lips smacking with each other sometimes. You feel John’s hand run up your back all the way to your neck. It makes you shudder and you slow your mouth squeezing the base of Simon's cock.
He twitches in your mouth causing it to fill with saliva. John’s hand runs back down and he spreads your legs slightly. You feel his cock brush between your thighs, he nudges your clit, you arch your back trying to press closer to him. One of his hands lands on the small of your back, his other guides his cock to your entrance pressing it in. 
You squeeze Simon’s cock again and he scrunches your hair. It makes your eyes water but you don’t stop, your body throbs as John starts to thrust in and out of you. Your head pulses along with your pussy, you focus on keeping Simon satisfied. The smell of alpha and vanilla is so strong all you can think about is satisfying them, making your alphas feel good.
You wish you could talk, tell them how good they're making you feel, how good Simon tastes in your mouth and how his moans make goosebumps rise across your body. John’s fingers dig into your hips, the room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and moans from them both. 
“Such a good omega for us.” John says, you hum pushing your mouth down Simon’s cock as far as you can. 
“Fuckin’ perfect.” Simon breathes, his breathing picks up and he gently presses on the back of your head encouraging you to take him deeper each time. John’s hand reaches down to rub your clit, you feel Simon’s cock hitting the back of your throat as he starts to buck his hips in time with your mouth. 
Your body starts to shake, you’re not going to be able to last long, your breathing picks up, your heart is racing in your chest. You clench around John trying to warn him you’re close. 
“You close love?” He asks, you hum loudy around Simon’s cock trying to keep up with his hips. “Simon?”
“Yeah, christ , yeah.” Simon pants, his other hand comes down to rest on your cheek. “C’mon, love, let go, let yourself feel good.” You want to nod but you can't, you come at the same time as John, he stops inside you. You feel his knot swell, you’re not in heat but you don’t mind if he knots you, either way you shake through the orgasm feeling John’s cock throb deep inside you. 
“Fuck-��� The words catch in Simon’s throat as he cums in your mouth. His hot seed hits the back of your throat and you gag squeezing around the base of his cock, you swallow it down. He immediately pulls out of your mouth bending down and cupping your face in his hands. 
“You good.” He asks, you feel John pull out of you, it’s strangely disappointing. You wouldn’t have minded the rest. Your knees tremble and you relax into Simon’s arms. 
“Yeah.” You say choking on the word. John comes over brushing the hair stuck to your face. 
“You did so well for us.” He says, you smile blinking up at him. He leans in to kiss you, your mouth tastes of salt but he doesn’t seem to mind. 
“Towels and start a bath.” You hear Simon say as John breaks from the kiss. You can smell their alpha filling the room overwhelming the scent of vanilla and leather. You hear Johnny and Kyle leave and John turns, reaching over the sofa to crack open one of the windows. 
“So perfect for us, love.” Simon says, you look up at him, one of his arms supports your back the other comes down to brush your cheek. “ Our perfect omega.” You smile up at him, your throat is suddenly dry. John pulls one of the blankets off the couch, throwing it over you and Simon. 
You let out a long breath even though your heart is still hammering in your chest. John pulls his boxers back on before standing up. He rests his hand on your head, you yawn feeling the deep throbbing in your body fade. Your thighs feel sticky, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. 
“I’ll get you some water then you can go for a nice long bath.” John says, you nod as he moves his hand and you hear someone walk back into the room. You don’t turn to see who it is but Simon does. A second later Johnny bends down by your side, he’s dressed now. He pulls the blanket back slightly bringing a towel over to wipe between your legs.
“There you go, did so well for us.” He says pressing kisses on your cheek and neck while he cleans you. When you start to shiver he stops pulling the blanket back around you. John comes back with a glass of water you gladly accept and gulp down.
“Baths ready.” You hear Kyle say from behind you. Simon moves like he’s about to transfer you to someone else’s arms. 
“Will you come?” You say looking up at Simon. He nods, smiling and helps you to your feet. You both walk up to the bathroom, the place is warm, the tap is still running and the whole room smells of something floral and sweet. Simon walks over and turns off the tap before climbing into the bath. 
You climb in with him leaning back against his chest, you relax as he wraps his arms around you. 
“I love you, Simon.” You say, closing your eyes. He kisses the top of your head.
“I love you too.” 
“I used to think you hated me.” You say opening your eyes back up and watching the bubbles swirl in the bath.
“I never hated you.” He says, you’re not sure if you believe him or not. 
“It’s okay if you did. I understand, it was a new world for you.” You say, he sighs. 
“I never hated you.” He repeats. “I was worried you were going to hate me.” You turn to look up at him, you frown at him, you’re not sure what to say. 
“Why would I ever hate you? You saved me.”
Simon smiles down at you. “I’m so glad we did.” His hand comes out of the water pulling your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. 
“I’m so glad I found you. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.” You say resting on his chest as his thumbs come to brush over his mark.
“We almost didn’t take the job. It was a spur of the moment plan, we were about to fly back to the UK.” He sighs, you watch his fingers trace his mark. “Finding you was a shock to us all. All I can think about is what would have happened if we didn’t take it.” 
“It’s okay, it’s over now.” You say reaching up to rest your hand on his and squeeze it. 
“It’s not over yet, but it will be, when we get Hale. Then it will be over.” He says. You don’t want to think about him right now, you had such a good time with them you’re not going to ruin it by thinking about him. 
You lean against his chest, you project your scent for him, it’s still filled with vanilla making your head swim. After a few more minutes of laying in his arms he moves to help you scrub your body. He uses something floral before offering to braid your hair. 
“I didn’t know you knew how to do that.” 
“I didn’t, Johnny taught me.” He says. It makes you smile, he learnt that for you, he didn’t need to do that. When he’s done you both get out of the bath and go to get changed into some fresh pyjamas. He’s waiting for you in the hall, you yawn when you see him suddenly feeling tired. Your body feels heavy and satisfied. 
When you make it back down to the living room the sheets have been changed, the lamp has been turned off the only light now comes from the fire Kyle is stoking and the TV. Johnny smiles at you when he sees you shuffling and patting the spot next to him. You smile and go over sitting down and leaning against him. 
“You smell good.” He says kissing your forehead. You go to smile but yawn instead. “Tired?” You nod and he shuffles down the bed a little so you’re laying flat with one hand under a pillow. You turn letting Johnny hug you from behind you feel his chest against your back. You look up at John who reaches over pulling a blanket over you both. 
You reach over your hand lands on his thigh, he rests his hand on yours and smiles down at you.
“Thank you.” You say yawning again and closing your eyes. The sound of soft music has been replaced by the low drone of the TV and noise from the kitchen. Johnny squeezes you tight, pressing a kiss on your neck. You let out a long breath and relax into the nest surrounded by your pack, the way it should be.
You’re cuddled up sleeping between Simon and Johnny, John is laid up against the sofa with Kyle’s head resting on his thighs. He looks over at you watching your chest rise and fall. You look so peaceful, you’re warm and safe. Surrounded by your pack - the people you love and who love you back. 
It’s how it should be, for a few minutes he lets himself be sad. He doesn’t want to leave, he wants nothing more than to forget about all of this, Hale and Shadow company, the cure and Graves. But Simon is right, Piper is right; they’ll never be truly safe until Hale’s dead. 
“Not tired?” Kyle asks quietly. John looks down at him, his hand comes to stroke his cheek.
“A lot on my mind.” He sighs. 
“Wanna talk about it?” Kyle asks, John shakes his head sighing. Maybe he could but not right now, he wants to enjoy this time while he can before he has to leave for at least a month, maybe longer.  
“Are you really going to leave?” Kyle asks, looking up at him. 
“I don’t have a choice. Hale needs to die.” 
“She’s not going to be happy about it.” Kyle says. John looks down at him running his hand over his head. It reminds him of you, when you lay in his lap. This time it's different though, it doesn’t feel the same. There’s no scent to help him relax, it’s just Kyle.  
“Simon.” You call out, Kyle sits up as John’s eyes flick over to you. You’re still asleep, your eyes closed as you reach out to the person in front of you. It’s Simon and he wakes wrapping his arms around you. 
“I’m here love, I got you.” You murmur in response it wakes Johnny who presses closer against your back reaching over to touch Simon. Johnny kisses the back of your head as you nuzzle your face into Simon’s chest, still mumbling. 
He shushes you, his hand running over your head. Even here safe and surrounded by your pack you can’t rest. John sighs as Kyle goes back to lay on his lap. Piper said things would get worse before they got better. He knew that already, he hopes it helps you, opening up to Piper about the past. Or maybe it will make things worse and both the alphas are about to leave. 
“I’ll tell her tomorrow. Then at least she has a few days before we have to leave.” John says. 
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come instead of Simon?” Kyle asks. 
“No.” John sighs. “It’s only for a month, follow up on some leads, maybe try and track him down at least, then we’ll go from there.” 
Kyle nods yawning and John looks back over at you scrunched up between Johnny and Simon. He pushes the thought of Hale and the cure out his head, this week is for you, to help ground you. You need this after everything that's happened. You need a break, and you’re going to get it.  
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You wake in the nest, you look around the room, everyone is here and everyone is still sleeping. You can hear gentle snoring, you’re wrapped up in Johnny and Simon's arms. Kyle is behind Johnny, his hand reaching over to rest on your hip. You smile looking for Price who’s back-to-back behind Simon. 
You don’t want to move, you don’t want to break this perfect image, you are safe, surrounded by your pack - people who love you. It’s perfect, it’s all you ever imagined it would be. Johnny shuffles behind you and you hear Kyle grumble squeezing your hip before opening his eyes and propping himself up.
“Morning.” He says, his voice heavy with sleep. Johnny wakes next, reaching over to push Simon's shoulder. Simon moves, squeezing you tight before opening his eyes and looking down at you.
“Morning,” he says, his voice even rougher than Kyle who’s now on his feet walking across the room to the kitchen. 
“I’ll get the kettle going. We should go to the loch later.” He says smiling. You prop yourself up excitedly smiling back at him. You’ve been waiting to go to the loch since you found out you were coming back. Johnny chuckles running his hand up your back and you look over to see John sitting up itching his beard. He smiles back at you when he sees you before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 
“You look so pretty when you smile like that.” Simon says his hand comes up to brush your cheek. You over at him, you lean in and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm, you’re drinking him up kissing him deep as you run your hand up his body. 
You hear the kettle click and break from the kiss. Johnny gets up and offers you his hand. You smile and take it getting up and following him into the kitchen. 
The sun is out and high in the sky. You remember the way to the loch and you're practically draging them there holding Johnny’s hand as he tries to get you to slow down. You can’t help it though you’re too excited. 
When you make it to the loch, you drop his hand jogging down to the edge of the water. It’s lapping on the stones, you can smell the damp wood in the air. The breeze hits you. It's cold on your face coming off the water. It carries the scents of the forest with it. 
You hear the crunching of the stones as everyone comes up behind you. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in as a hand comes to rub the top of your back. You lean on Kyle opening your eyes to look back over the water.
“I really love it here.” You say. Johnny chuckles next to you reaching down to pick up a stone. 
“It’s very beautiful.” Kyle says as his hand drops down to your waist. 
“I wish I could stay here forever with you, all of you.” You say smiling.
“We’re not going anywhere.” Johnny says, skipping the stone along the water. You let out a sigh, you know that's not true even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself. Eventually John will leave, or at least you expect him to. You know he wants to kill Hale, he can’t do that from here. 
You turn to look back at John and Simon stood a little further behind you talking. John smiles at you with a cigar between his lips. The professor smokes cigars, you swallow the lump in your throat turning away. You don’t want to think about him right now. This is a beautiful place and you’re with the people you love. 
“Can you show me how to do that again?” You say pushing the thought away and bending down to pick up a stone. 
When you make it back to the house it feels like something has changed. Maybe you’re just tired from the walk but when you make it through the door everyone's attitude seems to go quiet. It lingers all the way through lunch, it’s uncomfortable but you can’t put your finger on it. 
It’s early evening and you’re sat in the living room with Johnny and Kyle when John appears in the doorway. Something about the way he looks makes your stomach sink, you feel sick, nerves bubble in you as you sit up. 
“Can I have a word?” He asks you. You swallow the lump in your throat nodding and getting up to follow him out the room. He offers you his hand before leading you upstairs to the master bedroom. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe he just wants to tell you something he can’t tell the others. Maybe he just wants to have you all to himself for a few hours. 
It doesn’t seem like that's the case though, he sighs as you enter the room closing the door behind him. He turns to look at you, his expression has softened, that makes you feel a little bit better. His hands run up your arms landing on your shoulders. He lets out another sigh, fuck , this is going to be bad. 
“I told you that we wouldn’t keep secrets. That we - more importantly I would tell you everything we knew as soon as possible. No more secrets.” He says, you nod letting him continue. 
“Our job is to protect innocent people, to stop the people who hurt others. Hale is one of them. You will never be safe until we’ve stopped him.” He says, raising an eyebrow to see if you’re listening. You nod again, you’re holding your breath, you don’t like where this is going. 
“Kate has a lead for us in America. Me and Simon, we're going to go check it out.” He says. It’s like a stab to the heart. You clench your jaw trying not to let the tears welling behind your eyes escape. His hands squeeze your shoulders, it doesn’t bring you comfort though. You knew this was going to happen, you thought about what you would say to him to try and get him to stay but now you’re hearing it your mind is drawing a blank. 
“Why?” It’s such a raw question, it makes you feel guilty for even asking.
"We all want you to be safe, to be able to live a long and happy life. You deserve that, and to get that Hale needs to be gone."
“You don't have to do this John. I would rather spend my life on the run or in hiding then risk losing you. You could die then I would never see you again.” You sob reaching out for his arm. “I could lose you both, it's not worth it I can't- please John please just say you’ll stay.”
He looks sad, you feel your bottom lip quiver, he sighs rubbing his hands down your arms. “I’m sorry. We have to go.” You don’t want them to leave. You can’t hold back the sob rising in your throat, it comes out with tears rolling down your face. 
John’s hands move to your face. His thumbs brush your tears away. 
“I love you.” You sob. He nods, cupping your face in his hands. He looks like he might be about to cry too his eyes are glossy as he looks down at you. 
“I know, I’m doing this because I love you, we all are.” He says. You choke on another sob and turn away from him, you can’t look at him right now. He’s going to leave you alone. You’ve only been back in Scotland for 2 days and now he wants to leave again. Him and Simon. You want to leave crawl up in your nest where its safe. Nothing he says to you will comfort you right now, you push past him heading for the door.
When you open it you look out to see everyone standing around in the hall. They look just as upset, you look over at Simon who’s leaning on the stair railing. He stands up straight when he sees you. Your vision blurs as more tears come, you rush past them Johnny reaches out and grabs your arm. You look up at him feeling guilty all of a sudden, you should be happy they want to go out and kill Hale. Then you’ll all be safe. You pull your arm out his hand ignoring his calls and rush down the stairs. 
“Leave her mate. Let's give her some space.” You hear Kyle say before slamming the living room door closed behind you. You climb over the bedding, the space you all spent the last two days lounging in. Between the cuddling and the sex, the whole place was starting to feel like an extension of your nest. 
Now it feels empty, lonely, there's nothing more depressing than an empty nest. You crawl over to your nest in the corner laying down and pulling the duvet over your head. You sob until you’re exhausted and drift off to sleep.
When you wake your muscles feel stiff. Your body is hot and there's an uncomfortable layer of sweat built up. You open your eyes, you’re facing the wall but you can see the orange and pink hues. You let out a sigh, a second later a hand lands on your arm. 
You turn in your nest, you hope it’s anyone but John. You’re not so lucky, he’s there sitting against the wall. You wouldn’t have expected anything less honestly. You start feeling tears again, the pain of knowing he’s going away and Simon too. Going to do something that could get them killed. 
“Piper told me that you’re soldiers. That being worried about you getting hurt should be the last thing on my mind.” You say, despite your body feeling like it’s overheating, your throat is raw and dry. “Doesn’t make you invincible.” 
“No.” He says. “But it gives us a better chance than most.”
“You could die.” You say choking on the sob. He lets out a long breath, he looks like he wants to reach out and touch you instead he turns and lays down parallel to you. You look behind him, the room is empty. Maybe he sent everyone away so he could be alone with you. 
“It’s only surveillance. We need to watch them, make sure the information we have is good.” He says.
“Can’t Kate do that?” 
“She’s not working for us. She has other jobs to do, we don’t know how deep Hale’s presence is. If Kate stops what she’s doing it could alert him.” He explains, you nod. He’s right, you know it has to be him. Who else would it be, even if he does agree to stay he would always be watching over his shoulder. 
Honestly you would be too. You’re never going to be able to fully relax knowing he is still out there looking for you. You sigh, squeezing your sore eyes closed feeling fresh tears come. You shuffle back in your nest until your back hits the wall. You pull the duvet back nodding at him to get into your nest with you. 
He hesitates for a second before slowly shuffling in and wrapping his arms around you. You close your eyes, breathing him in as he kisses you on your forehead. 
“I love you, you and Simon. I’m so scared about losing you both.” You say. He hums squeezing you tighter. 
“I love you too. We’ll be safe, it’s just surveillance. There’s a good chance Hale won’t even know we’re there.” He says, you pull your head off his chest and look up at him. He smiles at you, his hand comes from your waist to hold your face. His thumb gently brushes away the tears still escaping from your raw face. 
“Thank you for doing this. Making the room like one big nest.” You smile, he leans in to kiss you. You press yourself up against him running your hands up his chest. He feels familiar under your hands, solid and safe. You can’t imagine him getting hurt, getting shot. 
Piper’s right you shouldn’t be worried, even if they were to get shot chances are they’ll be fine. They’re alphas, they’re stronger, they heal quicker and they have each other. That's the most important thing, they have each other. Your hand stops on a scar on his chest and you break from the kiss. 
“What happened?” You ask, running your fingers over it. 
“Shrapnel, Iraq.” He says you look down at your hand under his shirt moving your hand past the scar until you land on another one. You look back up at him. 
“Bullet, Urzikstan.” For some reason that makes you feel better. You’ve been shot, he’s been shot probably more than once. You reach up to kiss him, moving your hand over to rest on the center of his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. The door to the room opens and you break from the kiss, you look over seeing Johnny smiling at you with a mug in his hands. 
“Tea?” He asks, holding it up. John turns to see him and you nod. You sit up and John follows. You look around the room, this is how you always imagined pack nests would be. A room of comfort with space for you to all be together. 
You crawl over John meeting Johnny half way before he kneels down passing you the mug. John comes up next to you wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back to lean against him. You hum sipping the warm sweet tea. Johnny sits next to you rubbing your thigh. 
For a few seconds no one says anything. You enjoy the warm tea and their hands on you.
“Where are Simon and Kyle?” You ask. 
“Shopping.” Johnny says as he reaches over to grab the remote and turn the TV on. It’s not long before you find yourself switching to lean up against Johnny as you sip on your tea. He wraps his arm around your shoulders reaching over to run his hand up the back of John's head. 
His other hand starts to run up your thigh. You’re only wearing John’s oversized shirt and underwear. He looks like he’s still invested in what’s happening on the TV. John sees what's happening though, his mouth kissing your temple and pressing one of hands on your stomach. 
You can’t pay attention to the TV while they touch you like this, Johnny's hand is still lazily rubbing your thigh, his hand brushing closer and closer to your pussy. Your eyes are fixed on his hand, you part your legs slightly letting out a breath as John’s hand travels up your top. John takes the mug out your hand, placing it on the end table. 
He kisses your neck and you relax back against him, his hand makes it to your breast and he brushes his thumb over your nipple. You moan and Johnny turns to look at you with John’s mouth in your neck and his hand up your top playing with your breasts. His eyes light up and you smile at him spreading your legs. 
He smiles back, turning to slip between your legs, he hooks his arms under your knees throwing them over his shoulders. You squirm as he runs his tongue up your thigh, pressing little kisses until he gets to your underwear. You can’t move to shuffle them off; he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, picking your ass slightly pulled off the ground. 
It doesn’t matter though because a second later his hands rip the fabric exposing your dripping cunt to the warm air in the room. 
“Johnny!” You call, John tuts before his hands go back to your tits. Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off your pussy, wetting his lips. 
“Sorry.” He says before pressing his tongue on your clit. Fuck, he’s eating you out like a man starved. His fingers dig into your hips as his tongue circles your clit pressing down hard and making you shudder with each drag. You moan out reaching down with one of your hands to grip his hair. John hums in your neck, his thumbs are still brushing your nipples sending vibrations down your body. 
“Hum. Is he making you feel good?” John asks in your ear. His voice rumbles as he plays with your breasts, running his hands over your nipples. 
“Yes.” You breathe, squirming in Johnny’s grip, his hands grip your waist, his tongue doesn’t stop rubbing tight circles moaning around you making you shiver. John’s tongue runs up your neck, he sucks on the sensitive parts as he pinches your nipples. Johnny’s tongue is relentless, he hasn’t slowed down for a second. You’re not sure where he gets all the energy from, it feels like he can and will go for hours if he was left to his own devices. 
“Johnny.” You call trying not to squeeze your thighs around his head. John’s lips leave your neck and you pull on Johnny’s hair as you cum. He doesn’t stop though, riding you through the orgasm, you pant crying out until your legs start to shake. 
Then his head comes up from between your legs, he smiles at you with a cheeky look in his eyes dropping your legs from his shoulders. He props himself up leaning in like he’s about to kiss you but instead he reaches up to John kissing him instead. John moans as their lips smack together, Johnny breaks from the kiss looking over at you licking his lips. 
“Tastes better from the source.” Johnny says, John tuts and shakes his head. Johnny's hand works its way back down to your clit. “C’mon Cap, she’s so fuckin’ sweet.” John sighs and shuffles, you turn to look up at him and he smiles. You lean forward letting Johnny scoot up next to you and you lean against him as John takes his place between your legs. 
John feels familiar between your legs, he’s slow unlike Johnny, taking his time to kiss up your thighs. His beard tickles your skin, it makes vibrations travel up your legs. You feel his hot breath on your already soaked pussy. He lets out a long breath, getting comfortable before pressing his tongue through your folds. 
You moan and Johnny's hand hikes your top up to reveal one of your breasts locking his mouth around the nipple. You’re so sensitive, you have to clench your thighs around John’s head. It makes him moan and you tip your head back running your hand through John's hair.  
You pant John’s name as you cum again throbbing in his mouth. Johnny’s mouth comes off your nipple and he lets your top fall back down.
“Perfect, love.” Johnny says before he kisses you. You feel John coming up from your legs his fingers brushing over your sensitive clit causing you to twitch, you break away from the kiss as John comes back up to sit next to you pulling you into his arms against his chest.
“Our perfect omega.” John says squeezing you tight and pressing a kiss on your neck. You blush sucking in deep breaths as your heart hammers in your chest. 
“Johnny, go get her some new underwear.” John says, nudging him with his foot. Johnny nods, standing up and adjusting himself in shorts before leaving the room. You relax against John looking over at the TV as John hums into your neck, running his hands over your body. 
“I’m going to miss you.” You say. 
“I’m right here, love.” He sighs. “I know, I’m going to miss you too, so much.”
“Promise me you won’t go after him. You said you’re just observing him right?” You turn in his arms so you can look in his eyes. “Promise me John, you and Simon will stay safe.” 
He hesitates pressing his lips together.  
“I promise.” he says. You believe him, you reach up and kiss him. 
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It’s raining. The weather fits the mood. You've been here just over a week and it's the first time it's rained.
They took the bedding and mattresses out of the living room yesterday and put them all back on the beds. You ended up crawling into the masterbed with John and Simon joined you halfway through the night. Even then it felt like it wasn’t enough time. 
You can see the sun coming through the curtains, John is gone so you turn over in the bed. You expect Simon to be gone too but he’s not, he's there and he’s awake staring at you. He’s smiling but all you can think about is the fact that they’re leaving today. You shuffle over to him, wrapping your arms around him. 
He kisses the top of your head and you try really hard to not get upset. He hums, breathing you in as you listen to the rain outside and the sound of his heartbeat. 
“I’m going to miss you.” You say after a few minutes of silence. 
“I know. I’m going to miss you too.” He says. It doesn’t help, it's not enough.
“You could always stay.” You say, you're half joking but you feel him react to it and you turn to look up at him. He sighs before leaning down to kiss you. You kiss him back, long and needy, you never want his lips to leave you.
“We will be back. We’ll only be gone a month at least.” He says. 
“A month is a long time.” You say. He smiles rubbing your cheek.
“It’ll feel like no time at all I promise.” He says, you smile. 
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”  
“I know.” He says. He swings his legs out the bed and starts to get up. You follow him, you want to be close to them, you want to spend as much of the day with him and John as you can. You follow Simon down to the kitchen where everyone else is waiting, John is sat on the island with his back to the door. You walk over to him and throw your arms around him. 
“Hey.” He says putting his mug down, his hands coming to land on yours. You press your nose into his neck breathing him in. 
“What do you want to do today?” Kyle asks sipping on his mug. 
“Take it easy. Enjoy the last few hours of peace.” John says. He squeezes your hand. “Is there anything you want to do?” You're not sure if he’s asking you but no one answers so you shake your head.
“Taking it easy sounds good.” You agree, smiling. 
...
Kate arrives just after midday. 
You know it’s time when the doorbell rings but no one moves. It’s just like a weird silence falls over the room. Johnny who’s sat between Simon’s legs is the first to move, getting up and heading out the room. John sighs and you take it as your cue to sit up. He stands up and offers you his hand, you reluctantly take it.
When you make it out into the hall, Simon is zipping his coat talking with Johnny and Kyle is outside with Kate. At least it’s stopped raining, you look out and Kate catches your eyes smiling at you. She reminds you of Piper, maybe it’s the blonde hair. Maybe it’s the way they both carry themselves, like they know what they're doing and they can command a room, even with big burly men. 
John drops your hand reaching over for his coat and shrugs it on while Johnny helps Simon with the bags. The bags are small for them only going a way for a month, maybe they’ll be back sooner than you think
John’s hand comes to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. You can’t stop the tears, you don’t even try.
“It’s going to be okay, we’ll keep in touch.” John says, you look up at him and nod. You wanted to stay strong for them but you can’t. You let out a sob before throwing your arms around him, he hugs you back running his hands up your back. 
“I’m going to miss you.” You say, your voice muffled pressed into his chest. You project your scent for him, he breathes it in and kisses the top of your head. He presses your shoulders back so you can look up at him. 
“I love you.” He pauses, tipping his head slightly and brushing a tear away. “I love you so much.” You nod at him and he leans down to kiss you. You press your lips to him as hard as you can, you never want it to end. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder and you break from the kiss. 
You turn to see Simon standing behind you, before he can say anything your lip quivers and you throw your arms around him. He strokes your head as you let out a sob on his chest. 
“We’ll be back before you know it. A month isn’t that long.” You break from the hug. He smiles at you and it just makes you want to cry again. He reaches down to kiss you, this time he kisses you slowly, making sure his lips and tongue linger for as long as possible. There's another hand on the top of your back. 
“I love you.” You say to him, he smiles and it hurts. It feels like there’s a pain in your chest, it hurts that they’re leaving you. It’s only for a month - 30 days then they’ll be back, but they could get hurt. Johnny and Kyle come up behind you, Kyle grabs your arm gently pulling you back. Johnny’s hand rubs your back. 
“Call us when you land?” Kyle asks. John nods and gets into the front seat of the car. 
“You better not have all the fun without us.” Johnny says as you all step back from the car. 
“It’s not a holiday Johnny.” Simon says as he gets into the back of the car. The engine starts and you all keep stepping back, you look in the wing mirror to see John looking back at you. You smile at him and watch as they drive off. You stay there until the car turns out of view at the top of the drive. 
“C’mon, it’s nice and warm inside. I’ll make you a hot chocolate.” Johnny says. You sniff, clearing your nose and turn to look at them. Kyle reaches down and takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours.
“I’ve never had hot chocolate before.” You say forcing a smile. Johnny smiles excitedly, patting your shoulder and walking ahead to the front door. Kyle squeezes your hand. 
“Don’t worry, we’ll speak to them in a few hours.” Kyle says, you nod walking back into the house with him.
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spurbleu · 3 months ago
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it’s over the minute you start playing hide and seek.
johnny has a big family. his siblings have kids, his parents siblings have kids who also have kids, which means a holiday leave offers limited privacy and abundant chaos.
he’s learned to embrace it. adores it, even. kids stroke his ego like no other, and the more he can see his parents the less he pays attention to the new wrinkles and the reality he only has so much time to hold their hand. to be someone’s son.
but you? the sweet, unassuming bird who he met by happenstance, who’s the first person he’s brought home for an approaching decade? he winces as he grabs your bags from the trunk- already expecting the fawning- the embarrassing prattles they’ll throw your way.
he was not expecting you to navigate it though.
the adults love you. turns out all the same charms that had him whipped works fairly well with his relatives. three glasses of wine in and he can still hear his aunt laughing. genuinely. that’s a miracle.
and don’t even get him started with the nieces and nephews.
stole all his thunder and he isn’t even mad about it. watches as they chase you in the backyard, cartwheeling around while you catch your breath.
his sister nudges him in the side and he starts.
“how’d ye catch a bonnie like tat?”
you send him a lopesided smile from across bronzing grass. you’re glowing.
yeah, he’s a goner. “couldnae tell ye.”
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halfadiamond · 2 days ago
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💍Friend’s Dad 3💍
💎I wrote this because @z-wantstowrite made a comment that inspired me! I got a bit trigger happy and wrote this out!
💎@z-wantstowrite - hope you like it!! If you guys want me to expand more, I will!! I really enjoy this!
💎CW: these dummies don’t know that they’re all sleeping with you (or were), you’ll have to read part two to understand a bit of the plot, no smut (but the guys plan on doing it with you!)
Part One Part Two
Soap, Price, and Ghost were pissed. The sweet girl that they had been hooking up with had broke off their relationship. Soap was looking like a kicked puppy. Price was quiet, preferring to spend his time now drinking and smoking. And Ghost was pissed when you told him, and he was the only one to get the reason why. You were dating someone.
If the guys had put their heads together then they would’ve noticed how suspicious it was that around the time you had broken it off with them, Gaz (during their meetups) was now over the moon, talking about this new lady he was seeing.
Gaz would tell them how beautiful his new girl was. That she was much younger than him but she was amazing. Sweet personality. Great in bed. If he wasn’t worried about scaring her off, she would’ve had a ring on her finger already.
Gaz knew how depressed his former comrades were as he watched them drink at the bar. Apparently each of their missus had broken it off with them. In an act of pity, Gaz decided to bring his girl up (for the tenth time that night), he offered to let them hook up with her to help lessen the heartbreak. Soap would lament about how no one could compare to his lady, and how he didn’t want another lady; he wanted his lass. Ghost seemed vaguely interested as he continued scrolling through your social media to see who you were dating. Price wanting to get you out of his mind, asked to see a picture of Gaz’s new girl, maybe the new girl would be gorgeous too (and it could give him some wank material). Gaz obliged and showed them a picture of him and his girlfriend on a date. All it took was a look at the picture for all three men to look at Gaz.
Gaz’s new girl was you.
It took some complaining (mainly from Soap who anguished about Gaz stealing his Bonnie) Ghost was glaring at Gaz while Price was surprised but a bit intrigued at how all the men seemed to know you. They finally settled down and laid out the details.
1. All their kids knew you in some way (which made sense, you and their kids were all of similar ages)
2. You hooked up with all of the guys
3. Gaz was the only one who asked you out on a date and now you guys were dating
4. Because you were now dating Gaz, you broke it off with the rest of the men
5. All the men wanted you and Gaz was willing to share
With all that in mind, they all left the bar with anticipation in mind as they set a date, place, and time. They were comrades once; they all knew how to work together and please a lady.
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tactical-jellyfish · 2 days ago
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What do the internet people yearn for
Have I been gone for a while? Yeah. But we ball, and I wanna get in the groove a little because if I have no time to draw, I shalt write.
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darkbunnylove · 7 days ago
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Task Force 141 finding out Reader has a crush on them
(mainly fluff but also angst because balance)
You thought you were playing it cool. Emphasis on thought. The glances that linger a little too long, the way your body seems to magically gravitate toward them. Barely noticeable, right? Yeah, maybe not so much. Because feelings like that? Oh, they have a way of showing, sweetheart. And once Task Force 141 catches on? Well, let’s just say you’ve got their full attention now.
Soap stays subtle about it for exactly one week. Conveniently, that’s also the same week he figures out you’ve got a soft spot for him. After that, subtlety goes right out the window. Not necessarily because he falls in love easily, but because he’s been working on catching your attention for months now. Laughing a bit too loud at your jokes? Check. Casual hand brushes? Yup. Memorizing the exact creak your boots make when you walk down the hallway? You bet!
So when he finds out you’re actually into him too? This man doubles down immediately. So much you even start finding little sketches of your face tucked into random notebooks. Oh, and of course, Gaz’s in on it too, sending him updates like: “Rec room. Alone. Go.” and “Laundry bay. Casual. Fold something, I don’t know.”
And sure enough, Soap just happens to bump into you. Constantly. Every day. Always asking if you’ve got time for a coffee. A walk. A chat. Already busy? No problem, how about tomorrow? Oh and while he’s at it, what about dinner this weekend? He’s definitely in too deep to pretend it’s casual now.
Gaz would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little smug about knowing you liked him. Not cocky, just very, very pleased. Well, maybe a little unbearable. But how could he not be? A dream like you, being all sweet on him? It’s taking everything in him not to grin like an idiot every time you look his way.
And the idea of you at his side? Of getting to introduce you like “Yeah, I pulled that. Can you believe it?” It makes his chest go so warm he doesn’t know how long he can take it. So he asks for your number through a friend and tries to play it casual. Then he spends too long staring at the message field, debating how many y’s to add to “hey,” or if he should just play it safe with “hi.”
But it’s alright, because soon you’re texting each other every day. Evenings turn into FaceTime calls. He lies on his back in bed, smiling like a fool while you talk about your day. Sometimes you fall asleep mid-call. But he never hangs up first. And during the day? Gaz always seems to show up right when you need a break. Leaning against your office door, telling some ridiculous story that makes you laugh until it hurts. You tell him he’s impossible. He tells you it’s your fault for laughing. Yeah. You’ve got him. Completely.
Ghost, unfortunately, is not so great about it. At least not at first. When he finds out you’ve got a crush on him, his stomach actually drops. Because there is just no fucking way, right? Not someone like you. Not for him. It has to be a mistake. And if he gives in? He’ll ruin it. He knows he will.
So instead of lingering near you, he does the opposite. He avoids you. For weeks. And every time you do bump into each other, he barely says a word. So you’ve already convinced yourself he’s just not interested. And Ghost? Ghost is convincing himself that staying away is the right thing. Until one night. Maybe it’s stupid but fuck, when he sees you on that hookup app, looking good, too good, and open for something casual, he can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t. But he sends a message anyway. You meet. And a single night slips into hours. Into heat. Into skin against skin...Perfect, right?
No. It eats him alive. Because now he’s sure you think that’s all he wants. That you’ll never know how deep this thing runs for him. He avoids you for another week. Can’t look you in the eye. Until one Saturday morning, he shows up at your door. Apologizing with flowers in hand and everything he can manage to say out loud.
Price doesn’t quite let himself believe you like him. A sweet thing like you? Surely you’ve got admirers. Someone better. Someone not so... worn down. And god, how old were you, anyway?
No, he doesn’t avoid you, but he overcorrects without meaning to. Careful with every word, every glance. Because he refuses to assume. Refuses to risk making you uncomfortable. So everything stays safe. Neutral. Professional. He says things like “Forecast says rain, tonight.” Meanwhile, he’s thinking about the way you laughed at his dumb joke four days ago. Later. Alone. While smoking. Definitely spiraling.
Then, one night at the pub, your people drift off until it’s just the two of you. Maybe you’re sitting a little too close now. Maybe you’ve both had a little too much to drink. He starts to pull away, because he thinks he should. That’s when another man says something. You laugh, just to be polite. Not into it. But still, it stings. So Price moves before he thinks. One step, then he’s there, hand at your lower back. “You alright, love?” he asks. “C’mon, time to go home.” And by home, he means his of course.
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