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fixfoxnox · 6 months

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Taking Care of His Alphas

Summary: A bad rut hits three members of the 141 rather suddenly and with no omegas around to help them out, their captain volunteers to help them through it.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Poly 141, Gaz/Price, Soap/Price, Ghost/Price, Anal sex, blow jobs, degradation, praise, aftercare, alpha price, alpha soap, alpha gaz, alpha ghost

Word Count: 7k

Note: For @brandumus

A rather violent snarl ripped through the room when Ghost’s hand landed on the back of Price’s neck. It was pure instinct that had pulled it from Price’s throat, the touch of another alpha against his skin in a rather firm and determined push immediately put him on the defense. Of course, it wasn’t a good move considering the rest of the alphas in the little room were also deep in their ruts and hardly able to control themselves.

Ghost gave a harsh growl in return, his grip tightening on Price’s throat before he shoved him down, forcing his face into the pillows even as Price struggled against his hold. Price might have been their leader, but he’d all but submitted himself to his team already, meaning that despite his struggling and snapping, he was fully confident in himself as he pressed Price further into the bed.

After a short moment of struggle, Ghost was able to move Price so that his legs were spread wide and his ass was pressed right against Ghost’s aching crotch. There was another struggle as Ghost ran a hand over Price’s exposed ass, squeezing and scratching as he liked. “Would you,” Ghost gave another harsh growl before tightening his grip around Price’s neck and digging his thumb right into the older man’s scent gland. The effect was immediate, with Price giving an apologetic whimper and practically melting into the bed, completely lax. “That’s fucking it.”

“All that struggle,” Gaz gave a chuckle from his place near the door and he was quick to cross the room to stand in front of Price and stroke carefully over his face, “You told us we could do this captain, don’t act like you don’t want it too.” His voice was strained and dropped low into something that spoke volumes about the control he was exhibiting despite the situation. He made a point not to touch Price too much.

Soap didn’t seem to pick up on the same dynamic that Gaz did, so when he stepped close to Price, he didn’t hesitate before laying a hand flat on Price’s back and feeling bolding along his skin, his hand tracing down toward Price’s ass. He didn’t make it far before he had Ghost’s hand slapped his hand away with a harsh growl. He responded with a threatening step forward, his own thick scent permeating the air as he growled back at Ghost. The two had a momentary stand-off before Soap finally took a step back, a low grumble in his throat.

Just like Price and Ghost, Soap and Gaz were filling the room with a thick and heady scent from their ruts, it wasn’t intentional in the slightest, but they were all desperate and too far gone to even try to control themselves. Ghost was already digging his nails into Price’s skin, trying to keep himself under control at least enough to not hurt his captain too much, but with the scent of the other three alphas it was horribly difficult. They were all struggling with the lack of omegas to help them care for themselves, which was how they ended up in this situation.

“The slick,” Ghost growled after a moment, “bring me the slick, I need to get my cock in him before I tear someone's throat out.” The words pulled a low growl from Price that was quickly turned into a whimper with another press of Ghost’s thumb against his scent gland. “Now,” he growled out, nearly snapping at Soap again.

Soap looked like an over-eager puppy as he scrambled across the room to grab the bottle of artificial slick from one of the tables in the small room. He rushed it back to Ghost quickly, popping the cap for the man and pouring a generous amount into his free hand. “I’ve got to see this, see how well he can take it.”

Soap positioned himself beside Ghost, where he would have a good view as Ghost began pushing Price’s cheeks apart to gain access to his begging hole. “He’ll take it,” Ghost said simply as he began spreading some of the artificial slick around Price’s hole, pressing his fingers against him in a way that was quick to have Price squirming.

“Stop moving,” Gaz grabbed a handful of Price's hair and tugged, forcing the man to look up at him as he gave a predatory grin, “be good for your alphas, yeah?” The words pulled a groan from all three of the other men in the room and set Price’s face to a blushing red color.

“Fuck,” Soap breathed the word out at the same time that Ghost groaned, both of them watching as the tip of Ghost's finger sank into Price’s hole. Price gave another squirm and a slight pant as Ghost continued pressing forward, slowly working his finger inside of him until he was practically into the knuckle. “Fuck look at that, taking it so fucking well.”

“He’s gonna be perfect with my knot in him,” Ghost gave a low growl and started to work his finger in and out of Price’s hole, stretching him open as best as he could for the moment. It wasn’t long before Price was burying his face into the pillow, muffling his groans and grunts as Ghost started to work a second finger inside of him.

The scent of rut filling the room continued to grow and, with it, each of the men grew more desperate. Soap and Gaz were both still clothed when they’d started, but soon they were each shedding the material, the heat of the rut making it nearly too much on their skin. Soap was the first to break and wrap a hand around his cock, a desperate gasp leaving his lips as he worked his heated length with his hand, desperate for something to take the edge off.

At Price’s continued groans and moans, Ghost started to work his fingers inside of him faster. He curled them against the other man’s walls and scissored him open slowly, trying to stretch him enough that he’d be able to take Ghost’s cock well enough. “Think he needs a third,” Soap panted after a moment, “You’re a bit bigger than that LT.”

Ghost gave a grumbled laugh and leaned forward to drape himself over Price’s back, “Hear that cap?” He slowly started to work a third finger inside of him, pulling desperate pants from Price’s throat, his hips trying to work back against Ghost’s fingers. “Soap’s right, I am bigger than this,” he stretched his fingers inside of him, making Price moan at the feeling, “think you can take that? Or am I gonna have to stretch you open like the pitiful little toy you are?”

Price’s hips jerked against the bed at the words, pulling a laugh from the other three men in the room. He barely managed to look up enough to see that Gaz was now also touching himself, his hard cock only inches from Price’s face. For a moment, Price wanted to lean forward and take him into his mouth, a part of him desperate to please. The alpha in him, the one that was both dissatisfied with the situation and all too pleased at once, stopped him.

“Think he liked that,” Gaz gave Price another one of his wicked grins. “That’s probably why he volunteered for this, ey? Just wants to be a little toy for his boys.”

“He’s certainly a pretty little toy,” Ghost leaned down to lick and nip at Price’s shoulder, groaning at the taste of the heated skin against his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

“Perfect for his alphas,” Soap agreed, tilting his head back with a loud groan. “My cock is gonna feel so good inside of him,” he stumbled forward a slight bit only to freeze as Ghost snarled at him again, his teeth bared as a hint of the feral side of his rut-tinted heat seemed to fill the air.

Ghost snapped at him again and Soap, with a near-feral snap of his own, obediently stepped back again. “You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Ghost guided his hand on Price’s neck down his back slowly, his fingers still curling and fucking into Price with a near-deadly precision. Despite his slight squirms, all of the other alphas in the room could smell the arousal flooding off of Price’s body, making their own cocks feel that much harder.

Gaz tugged at Price’s hair for a moment, a toothy grin on his face. It exposed his sharp canines and, for one delirious moment, Price felt the nearly overwhelming urge to have those teeth buried in his neck. “You want Ghost’s cock? C’mon captain, we need to hear it.”

Price gritted his teeth, the prideful part of him still resisting just a bit. Of course, he’d volunteered for this, but in the midst of such an intense oncoming rut, it had been difficult enough to make himself offer it once. Now his boys wanted to hear it again and the part of himself that had already been lost to the pleasure of Ghost’s fingers buried inside of him was begging him to just speak.

Ghost gave a cruel twist of his fingers, slowly ramping his movements up in intensity as he continued fucking in and out of Price with harsh and quick movements. Every brush of his fingers seemed to light his nerves on fire and send a pool of liquid hot arousal flushing through his veins. He wanted more. He wanted to help his boys so bad he nearly ached with it.

“Fucking get to it,” he finally managed to snap after his moment. His voice came out as more of a harsh growl than the usual tone he would use with the team. Ghost’s fingers tightened against his neck and he bit back another whimper as Gaz gave a mocking sort of laugh to him.

“Oh c’mon cap,” he forced Price’s head up, making him meet his eyes, “don’t act like you don’t want this too. Say it a bit nicer, yeah?” Price could feel his entire body go hot at the words and he resisted the urge to growl and snap as his body ached. Part of him wanted to shove Ghost to the bed and just take what he wanted from the man. He was their leader, it would be within his rights, but more than anything he just wanted to take care of his boys.

Through gritted teeth, he tried again, “Fuck me.” There was a pause as Gaz raised an eyebrow at him and Soap gave an amused snicker. “Please.”

“Atta boy,” Ghost shoved his face back into the bed and slowly started to pull his fingers out of Price’s ass, pulling a whimper from his lips. “Was that so hard?” He gave a quick slap to Price’s ass, sending him jerking forward so that his face rutted up against Gaz’s cock for a moment as all three of the men laughed at the movement.

Gaz was still steadily stroking his cock and for a long moment, Price found himself captivated by the sight of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock and the beginning signs of a knot forming at the base. Of course, he knew that the knot wouldn’t pop and actually give Gaz release until he finished inside of someone, in this case, that someone being him.

“Fuck, this’ll be good.” Price didn’t have time to question what Soap’s words meant before there was the sensation of cool slick sliding between his cheeks and being worked over the rim of his hole, pulling embarrassed moans from his throat. After several moments, the sensation went away and when he turned his head to look back at what Ghost was doing, he got to watch as the fake slick poured over Ghost’s cock followed by Ghost wrapping a hand around himself to begin spreading the slick over his hard cock.

He wasn’t allowed to watch for long as soon enough Gaz was tugging him to face forward again and beginning to rut his cock over Price’s face without giving him a chance to even think. Price found that with Gaz’s cock pressed against his face, the scent of his sergeant seemed to overwhelm him and, with the slow press of Ghost’s cock against his hole, he could feel his mind growing a bit fuzzy.

He gave a choked-out gasp as Ghost slipped the head of his cock inside of him, just the head already stretching him a bit more than Ghost’s fingers had been able to do. “Warned ya he was fuckin’ big,” Soap teased, a feral grin on his face as he worked his hand over his cock quickly, his eyes dead focused on watching Ghost’s cock slowly disappear inside of his captain.

With another slow press of Ghost’s hips, Price’s mouth fell open, a moan spilling from his lips. Ghost stretched him so well and the feeling of the other alpha pressing inside of him was like a pleasure he’d never experienced before. Of course, he was desperate to sate his own rut, but the feeling was like something else entirely.

The slowly combining scents of all of the alphas in the room was nearly maddening and aside from Price’s moans and whimpers as Ghost slowly bottomed out inside of him, the only other noises in the room were the steadily growing huffs and rumbles from the three alphas as they not only watched, but heard and smelt Price’s enjoyment of the cock inside of him.

Once Ghost’s cock was fully seated inside of Price, there was a pause. Both Price and Ghost were panting messes and neither Gaz nor Soap could draw their eyes away from the two men. Price felt that he could hardly think, with every shift of Ghost’s cock inside of him his mind seemed to leave him further. It was hard to focus on anything other than the feeling and the shocks of pleasure it seemed to hit him with.

“How’s he feel LT?”

Ghost gave a slow groan before beginning to pull his hips back slowly, “Fucking phenomenal.” He didn’t allow hardly any time before he was slamming his cock back inside of Price’s tight heat.

It was like once he’d started truly fucking Price, he couldn’t stop. There was no time to adjust, no time to prepare himself, just the rough fucking and scratching of an alpha trying to satiate their rut in whatever way possible. It left Price unable to do anything other than take the sudden and near-overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into him.

Every slide of Ghost’s thick cock inside of Price drove the entire group further into the cloud of lust and need that had formed over them. Price could feel every line of Ghost’s cock inside of him, rubbing deliciously against his walls and brushing against a spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. The pleasure of it was building inside of him and left him to grip tight to the sheets of the bed they were on for some sort of grounding as it became harder and harder to remember that this was just supposed to be for his team. He shouldn’t have been enjoying himself as much as he so clearly was.

Ghost’s fingers were digging into his neck and hips, strong enough that he was sure he’d at the very least have light bruises marring his skin by the time that they finished. The thought pulled a moan from his lips, a noise that he was quick to muffle into his skin as Ghost continued fucking into Price with a near-feral energy.

Seconds later Price could feel additional hands on his skin, immediately he knew that they belonged to Soap. The hands were overeager and grabby, touching any piece of skin available and pinching and squeezing as he pleased. The contrast between Ghost’s bruising touch, Soap’s eager exploration, and Gaz’s cock still brushing against Price’s face was nearly overwhelming.

The scent of Alpha that seemed to permeate the room was strong and while it would normally have caused Price’s hackles to rise, in that moment all that it made him want to do was submit himself further, to allow his boys to use him however they needed. To be good for his alphas.

“Fuck,” Ghost gave another growl before leaning down to begin licking and nipping across Price’s skin. Price could understand his sudden desperate and erratic movements as he felt the beginnings of Ghost’s knot forming and pressing right up against his aching hole. It felt so fucking good rutting up against the rim of his hole, slowly stretching him further to accommodate his knot and keep him plugged up just perfectly for the man behind him.

“Gonna take Ghost’s knot?” Gaz spoke the words with a low rumble, his eyes glinting with delight as they locked on to the sight of Ghost’s knot just on the verge of slipping inside of his captain. “Gonna let him fuck it into you? Fill you up nice and proper?” All of the men gave a groan at the words and Price could feel as nails dug into his skin, scratching and leaving more desperate marks in their wake.

Ghost was too far gone to even speak, the only things falling from his lips being grunts and growls as he fucked wildly into Price’s waiting hole. Price could do nothing but take it with desperate whines. It wouldn’t be long for him or Ghost, he could tell by the way that his body was beginning to shake and the ever-increasing growls from Ghost seemed to echo around the room.

Suddenly, Ghost’s hand on the back of his neck shifted, sliding around his skin until he could wrap his hand tight around Price’s neck and yank him up onto his knees. Price could feel Ghost’s body pressed against his back and the tight grip that Ghost had on his throat made him keen, pleasure tightening in his gut and threatening to send him toppling forward if Ghost hadn’t had such a good grasp on his throat.

Ghost held Price tightly, keeping him close to his body as his free hand wrapped around Price’s cock to begin working him over in tight quick strokes. The effect was immediate, Price’s body shaking as pleasure wound tighter and tighter before finally snapping, forcing him to send ropes of cum splashing onto the bed in front of him. It was a temporary relief from the pure heat of his rut.

There were several moments where Ghost continued fucking into Price’s lax body, slowly fucking him full of his knot in a way that had Price’s still-hard cock twitching. Another few thrusts and Price could feel Ghost shove himself as deep as he could go, his knot locking him snugly in place as warm cum seemed to fill his insides.

It took several moments for Price to realize what was happening around him after Ghost’s knot popped, the sensation of being so full and having another alpha’s knot inside of him made him feel oddly good. Oddly powerful.

When he did realize, it was because of a low groan spilling from Soap’s lips as he came over his fist, his cock still rock hard as well. One look at Gaz told Price that his sergeant had finished as well, but similar to Soap was still so far in his rut that even the temporary relief wasn’t good enough. Price felt lucky, unlike them his rut wasn’t so strong, merely a temporary thing brought on by the presence of the other alphas, he could deal with his own pleasure, but he knew they wouldn’t make it through this rut without something to bury their knots into and there had been no omegas available to the team. It was why he was here, with Ghost’s knot buried deep inside of him.

There were several moments of silence that fell over the group, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. None of them spoke, Price wasn’t sure what he would say if he did speak. He was letting his boys lead this, they didn’t need an alpha in charge of them at the moment, they needed someone to submit to them, so that's exactly what Price was doing.

It wasn’t until Ghost’s knot started going down that words were finally exchanged between the three members of the team.

“Alright,” Ghost ran an almost soothing hand down Price’s back as he helped carefully lower him down to the bed. A part of Price hated how gentle Ghost was being, it was like the man thought he needed to take care of him and the alpha in him despised that. But the larger part of him nearly preened at the soft attention. “Which one of you is taking him next?”

Soap nearly jumped at the words, scrambling forward quickly, “Me!”

“Absolutely not,” Gaz was quick to reach forward and grab Soap’s arm, yanking him away from Price. Soap gave a growl and was quick to try and yank himself out of Gaz’s grasp. For a short moment, there was a scuffle between the two, each of them snapping, growling, and scratching at each other, fighting for the opportunity to stick their cocks inside of Price first. It was only as the fighting grew worse between them that Price knew someone would need to step in. He could have his sergeants tearing themselves apart like this, no matter how harsh their rut was at the moment.

“Ghost,” he gave a slow gasp as Ghost slowly pulled his cock from inside of him. His knot wasn’t down all the way, but it went down enough that he could pull out, sending a gush of faux slick and cum dripping down Price’s thighs. For a moment, Price couldn’t remember what he was going to tell Ghost. Luckily for him, Ghost seemed to understand.

“I’m on it.” He stood up from the bed and with a quick move he reached into the tangle of limbs that was Gaz and Soap and yanked them apart. Immediately, the two’s yowling turned to him, rage painting their faces at being restrained. Ghost was quick to cower them with a rough grip and a low warning rumble in his chest. “Stop fighting, you look like children.”

He tossed the two apart, making sure to place himself between them so they wouldn’t try anything. Despite now being separated, the two were still glaring at one another, low threatening growls emanating from them as a dangerous scent filled the room. With the two so deep in their ruts it was no surprise they were being so harsh with one another. Ghost gave another quick snap of his teeth to get them quiet, his scent easily overpowering them to assert his dominance in the moment.

“Gaz will take Price next,” Ghost declared. Immediately Soap started complaining, but it was quickly shut down with another low growl from Ghost. “He’s got seniority over you, he takes Price next and you’ll wait your turn.” It was clear Soap wanted to argue, but with another harsh look from Ghost, he was quick to lower his head and give in to the older man’s commands. “Get to it, Sergeant.”

Gaz didn’t hesitate before moving to the bed, a downright predatory look in his eyes as he observed the slick and cum already dripping from Price’s hole. Price had stayed on his hands and knees where Ghost had placed him, assuming that was how the others would want him just as well. He was wrong.

“Gonna feel so good around my knot Captain.” In one quick move, Gaz had shoved Price over onto his back and started to crawl between his legs. His hands were moving in a slow crawl up Price’s bare legs, stopping to squeeze and grip his thighs with twinkling eyes. After a moment, he darted down, licking and sucking at the skin of Price’s inner thighs.

A short gasp escaped Price’s lips at the sensation, his body twitching as his hard cock brushed against Gaz’s face. A moment later and his sergeant had a hand wrapped around his cock, giving careful tight strokes over the heated skin. Price was still desperately sensitive from Ghost fucking into him so roughly, so when Gaz snuck his other hand from Price’s thigh between his legs to begin prodding and teasing at his hole, he nearly jerked out of the younger man’s grasp with the force of the pleasure that hit him.

He squirmed under the touch of both of Gaz’s hands, begs and small weak pleas for more leaving his lips as Gaz only continued to kiss at his leg as he tortured him with slow deliberate touches. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” Gaz muttered the words against his skin, and Price nearly shook at the way they seemed to overwhelm him. He let his head fall back against the bed, his hands reached out for any sort of purchase. He found himself gripping Gaz’s shoulder tight, trying to tug and yank at the younger man so he would just get to it and finally fuck him like he so clearly wanted to.

His nails sunk into Gaz’s shoulders as his sergeant finally slipped a finger inside of him, working it him in a similar way that Ghost had. It wasn’t necessary, he was already well stretched and ready to take Gaz whenever Gaz was ready. It was all a tease, a way for Gaz to draw out the interaction and drive him further into his own pleasure. It was near torturous, though Price did have to applaud his sergeant’s self-control in the face of such an intense rut.

“Gaz,” he gasped for a moment, arching up into the hand against his cock as the younger man tightened his grip and began to work him over slightly faster, building him to an early release. “Kyle,” he tried again, “fuck, fuck, you need to- oh!” His mouth fell open as Gaz added another finger inside of him, causing his legs to twitch just a bit more. Gaz managed to pin him down with his arms, a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Price’s blissed-out face and met his eyes.

Cool embarrassment ran down Price’s spine and he could feel his body flush with a wave of heat. In an attempt to save himself from any mortification over his desperation, he let his head fall to the side, diverting his attention from Gaz and instead to where Ghost and Soap were watching the two, their hands wrapped around their own cocks.

Ghost had moved to a seat across the room, draping himself into it lazily as he worked his cock with slow and steady pumps, his eyes focused in on where Gaz’s fingers disappeared between Price’s cheeks. Soap was a different story.

Soap looked more desperate than he had earlier, and it was clear to see that his rut was getting to him badly now. His cock was flushed and red, the beginnings of his knot peeking out at the base. He was stroking himself furiously, his eyes raking over Price’s body with an intensity that spoke to the hunger in his eyes and the near-feral way that he was touching himself. He met Price’s eyes and gave him a toothy grin, showing off the sharp canines in his mouth in a way that was a mix of a predatory snarl and an anger-filled growl.

Price wondered for a moment if Soap would be able to make it until it was his turn or if the rut would overwhelm his mind and force him to take action and try to take his place inside of Price. For a moment, Price’s mind conjured images of Gaz and Soap snarling at each other as they tried to bully their cocks into him at the same time. The mental image pulled a near-pornographic moan from his mouth as his eyes stayed focused on Soap’s desperate face.

Suddenly there was a stinging pain in his leg, sending a quick yelp from his mouth as he turned to growl at the man responsible for the sudden pain. Gaz didn’t seem at all affected by his angered growl, quickly giving one of his own in return as he pulled his teeth from Price’s leg, a pretty indentation of his mouth left on Price’s skin where he’d bitten.

He rose from between Price’s legs, removing his hands from where they’d been torturing the captain to instead grip at his hips and yank him down the bed until his hard cock was pressed against Price’s ass. He took a few moments, rutting against him as his hands fumbled with the bottle of faux slick that Ghost had left on the bed. “I’m fucking you right now,” he spoke, his voice lowered into something harsh and desperate. He let some of the slick spill down onto his cock before wrapping a hand around himself to spread the substance with a pleased hiss. “I’m fucking you, not Soap. You pay attention to me.”

With those words, he yanked Price closer, slinging one of his legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder before pushing the head of his cock into Price’s waiting hole. The combination of the manhandling and jealousy had Price feeling almost weak, with a strong desire to just fully submit to the man slowly sliding his cock inside of him crashing over him in waves. He wanted more. He wanted to belong to the other alphas in the room completely and utterly.

Gaz’s grip on Price’s legs tightened as he bottomed out, his hips never stopping as he continued with slow shallow thrusts of his hips that had Price clawing at his back in desperation, the short bursts of pleasure running down his legs like electricity. “Fuck,” Gaz tilted his head forward with a moan, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold himself back from just violently fucking into Price how he so desperately wanted to.

“Feels fucking perfect, doesn’t he?” Ghost chimed in, his hand still keeping a steady pressure on his cock. Price keened at his words, the praise sending a pleased tingle down his spine.

“Like he was made for me,” Gaz confirmed. Another pleased groan left his lips as he started fucking Price in earnest, pulling his hips back just to slam back into him over and over again. Price’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling, his nails digging into Gaz’s skin, scratching long lines onto his back as his legs began to shake and pleasure pooled so strongly at his gut.

Price could hear Soap give a groan from his place next to the bed and based on the scent that was flooding through the room it was clear he was growing impatient. He could hear the breathed-out call of, “fuck,” from the sergeant as Gaz continued to mercilessly plow into Price’s hole, groaning and growling as he did.

Gaz was less violent than Ghost was, but he was no less talented with his thick cock, fucking Price nice and deep with every thrust and refusing to slow, even as his knot swelled and began making it harder to fully fuck into Price at the pace that he’d set.

The feeling of Gaz’s thick knot moving in and out of his hole for several moments was enough to have him spilling again, cum splashing onto his stomach as his mind went blissfully blank for several moments, still too overwhelmed with the continued sensations of Gaz fucking into him to fully return to itself.

“Fuck,” Gaz gave a choked-out groan, his knot catching on Price’s hole and finally locking him fully inside. He didn’t stop fucking Price, not yet, he just kept moving as much as he could. He ran a hand down Price’s face, admiring the lost and desperate look that his captain wore, “I think I fucked his brains out.” Those words pulled a laugh from Ghost and a pleased groan from Soap.

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?” Soap bit out at Gaz, spilling over his fist for the second time of the night, “I’m going to lose it.” His accent sounded extra thich in the moments and Price could barely focus enough to decipher the words for several moments. Luckily Gaz understood him just fine and gave a pleasure-filled laugh in response as he continued pounding his cock into Price.

“Don’t worry,” he assured Soap, his eyes turning back to examine Price, “I won’t be- fuck, won’t last much longer.”

He leaned down then, pressing one of Price’s legs close to his chest in a good stretch, all so that he could let his mouth taste exposed skin. After a moment he let himself press his and Price’s lips together, forcing Price to accept his invading tongue, and the sting of his teeth nipped at his lips. Price gave in rather quickly, allowing Gaz his control and giving a little whimper in return. The noise was enough to send Gaz’s hips stuttering and cum to begin to spill into Price’s waiting hole.

“Holy fuck,” Gaz buried his face into Price’s shoulder, gripping tight to him as he slowly rocked his hips through his orgasm. Price couldn’t say anything, his body feeling alight with warmth as he felt the success of taking care of another one of his boys flooding between his legs.

Things were quiet for a moment as Price and Gaz stayed where they were. Gaz’s face was buried in Price’s neck and it only took the older man a moment to realize that the other was taking slow deep breaths of his scent. It only took him another moment to realize that Gaz was also rubbing his cheek against his face slowly and his hands up and down his legs, subtly scenting him. He knew he shouldn’t have let him, but a part of him deep down was pleased with it, so he said nothing and just let it continue as Gaz’s knot began to slowly soften.

Gaz wasn’t even able to pull out yet when Soap decided that he was done waiting. His scent was thick and made even more prevalent when he took a handful of Price’s hair and used it to bring his face flush to his crotch. It was thick and heady and Price gave a harsh whine as it overwhelmed his senses.

“Be gentle now mate,” Gaz reminded Soap, his hands stroking lightly over Price’s hips. He hadn’t bothered to take his face out of Price’s neck and instead had just peeked up at the other man. “Don’t want to break him.”

“No,” Soap agreed, slowly rutting his cock over Price’s cheek, “I just want to use his mouth until you can get out of him. Fuck,” he gave a low growl and took himself in his freehand, guiding the tip of his cock to Price’s lips, “C’mon, help me out here.”

“Open up for your alpha,” Ghost called from the other side of the room. Price couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the amusement in his voice. “Suck him off like a good boy.”

“Yeah,” Gaz agreed, burying his face back into Price’s neck. Price could feel his grin against his skin, “Open up for your alpha. You’re meant to please us aren’t you?”

Price took only a moment before slowly letting his lips fall open, allowing Soap to begin rutting the tip of his swollen cock against Price’s tongue. Price moaned at the taste, but that was soon muffled as Soap used his hand in his hair to guide him down onto his cock, forcing him to take his length further into his mouth, further and further until he was nudging into the back of Price’s throat and forcing him to gag around the length of him. He was quick to pull back after that, but it didn’t stop him from creating a slow rhythm, fucking Price’s mouth with desperate moans, his grip in his captain’s hair almost bruising.

“Look at that,” Ghost cooed, “he’s fucking drooling.”

True enough, there was spit dripping down Price’s chin as his mouth was used, saliva forming to create a nice slide over his tongue and to his throat. He was doing what he could, sucking and swirling his tongue around Soap’s length, but the majority of it was Soap himself guiding the movement. “He’s fucking good at this,” he groaned and tightened his grip on Price’s hair, forcing him to move faster on his cock. “Could knot his fucking mouth.”

Gaz gave a laugh at those words, “Best not mate, besides I’m almost there, just a few more moments.” He turned to coo at Price after those words, rutting his hips and still swollen knot into him again, forcing a moan from his lips. The moan was quick to have Soap doubling over, the vibrations from it sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Trying to make me knot his fucking mouth,” Soap growled out, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again.

“Nah,” Gaz started to slowly pull himself out of Price’s tight warmth, his knot just down enough to allow him to pull out with a pop, his own cum leaking from between Price’s legs. He was quick to reach down and swipe through the mess, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean as he moved out from between Price’s thighs and toward the other side of the room to join Ghost. “He’s all yours, mate.”

Price could hear the pleased growl that Soap gave at those words and when his mouth was pulled roughly away from Soap’s cock, he could see the look in the others eyes and he knew that he was certainly in for it. Of course, he’d expected at least one of the boys to be this far gone when he finally got to them, but knowing that and seeing and smelling it were two different things.

Soap grabbed tight to one of Price’s legs, using it to drag him down to the edge of the bed and flip him to his stomach, forcing him to bend over the very edge. His hands ran down Price’s spine, pulling a shiver from his body before, rather suddenly, Soap shoved his cock inside of Price with one harsh thrust.

The move sent twin groans echoing around the room and, before he even had a chance to adjust to Soap inside of him, Soap was fucking into him with a harsh pace. The sound of skin slapping skin seemed to echo around the room violently and Price could do nothing but take it.

Soap wrapped a hand in Price’s hair, gripping it tight and yanking his head back so he could drape himself across his back and bury his face into his neck. Feral growls escaped his lips with every thrust of his hips and the sound of them right in his ear seemed to make Price’s mind go blank and his knees grow weak with desire. It felt so fucking good.

Soap was hitting deep inside of him with every thrust, nailing a spot inside of him that had his entire body going weak and an undignified moan forced from his lips. “Yes, fuck, Soap! Again, there ag- fuck!”

He’d always been good at following instructions, and he proved that now, nailing that spot over and over and forcing Price’s mouth to fall open, steady moans pulling from his throat as he lost any and all semblance of control that he held. Gone was the embarrassment, gone was the hesitation. All that was left was the strong desire to submit.

Begs and pleas spilled from his lips, pulling delighted laughs and moans from the men around the room, devious grins on their faces as they enjoyed the sight of Soap turning their captain into nothing more than a doll for their pleasure.

“Our fucking omega, isn’t that right?” Soap growled at one point, a wicked grin on his face. Price didn’t answer at first, unable to form words around the assault on his senses. Soap fixed that with a quick slap to his ass, “Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes!” Price responded, his voice weak and his mind too far gone to realize what he was saying or doing. “Your omega! Yours!” And, to prove it, he bared his mating gland to the men, offering himself up to be taken and mated. Truly made theirs.

Nothing stopped, Soap kept fucking Price and Gaz and Ghost kept watching. They all knew that Price didn’t know what he was doing offering himself up like that. They had no intention of taking advantage of their captain like that, not when he’d already done so much for them. Not when he’d already submitted to them just for them to make it through their rut.

“God,” Soap’s hips began to stutter, “I’m going to- fuck!” Without warning, he finished. The last of the alpha’s knots finally fit snugly in place as he spilled his seed inside of his captain. Of course, for several long moments, he was overwhelmed with the pleasure and unable to do anything, but soon he was slouching forward and wrapping an arm around Price’s waist so that he could reach his hard cock.

He wrapped his hand around Price and gave several tight quick jerks, rather quickly working Price to his third finish of the night and forcing him to spill onto the bed beneath his hips. Soap groaned as the move forced Price to clench around his cock, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Price was still too far gone, exhaustion and the comedown of an overwhelming high pulling at his bones and forcing his eyes to go heavy. He gave a dissatisfied groan when he was moved off of the bed, but it wasn’t too much of an issue as he was carefully positioned so that he had his legs around Soap’s waist as the other carried him into the restroom to begin cleaning what he could from between his legs and off of his skin.

Price said nothing as this was happening. He just rested his head on Soap’s shoulder and tried not to blush as the scot muttered words of praise into his ear as he cleaned him. Mutters of how well he’d done, how good of a captain he was, how good he felt. It all rushed through him with a pleasant warmth that made him feel even closer to passing out.

Soon enough, Soap finished cleaning between his legs and picked him up to bring him back into the room. Even in his addled state, Price could tell that Gaz and Ghost had changed the sheets on the bed. So when he was pulled under the covers of the clean sheets, he felt even warmed. His alphas were so good to him. They were taking care of him so well.

He was still wrapped up in Soap’s arms, but soon he could feel someone else wrap their arms around him from behind. It only took a moment for Price to identify it as Gaz by his scent. Then there was someone lying on top of him, providing a comforting weight as his eyes began to droop even lower. That weight was clearly Ghost and Price found himself all too pleased to have all three of his alphas wrapped around him at once.

“Did so good for us, Cap.” Gaz pressed a kiss to Price’s skin and Price gave a contented sigh in return.

“Took care of my alphas?” His mind was already drifting off to sleep.

“You did,” Ghost confirmed, “took care of us so well, love. Just perfect.”

Price’s breathing evened out. His mind drifted away into rest, with his last thought being that he was so glad that he was the one to take care of his boys.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #poly141 #poly 141 #price/gaz #price/ghost #price/soap #pricegaz #priceghost #pricesoap #john price x kyle garrick #john price x soap mactavish #john price x simon “ghost” riley #john price x ghost #a/b/o dynamics

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Okay, okay, hear me out . I neeed a y/n sweet innocent thing who works with 141 (probably computer shit) idk but she wanted to step out her shell & goes out drinking with the boys were she loses a bet with soap & he makes y/n wear a skimpy outfit like those " hot nurse or maid" outfits around the team for a day and it makes price and/or ghost go absolutely feral . The end. Please and thank you p s love your writing.

Author's note: You know normally I do not do these sort of requests because I think that the whole like oh y/n needs to dress in something slutty because she lost a bet schtick is like somewhat demeaning. Like I'm all for it happening to the 141 or whatever but, I put my own spin on it, so even if you don't enjoy it I will but thank you for supporting me anon <3 also screaming at the images I chose for this hahaha

Despite the fact that being in the military was a constant inner battle of not becoming a barrack bunny, it made it a bit easier knowing that 90% of the men were just straight-up fucking whores. So when you lose 7-6 in back-to-back rounds of Blackjack to Johnny, he thinks it's funny to propose a bet that leaves you practically bare-ass naked to every soldier on base.

"'ll be like wearin' a bikini." He says.

To which you can give him a piercing glare that sends an unpleasant shudder up his spine, but regardless he's laughing his ass off. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence that Johnny is winning bets against you so he's taking advantage of the opportunity to embarrass you just as much as you do him.

Wolf whistles and cat calls are heard from the common area that the 141 was currently lounging in, and their ears perk up at the sound of heels clicking against the floor.

"Hell's fuckin' bells, you really wore it, bonnie." Johnny eyes are twinkling and his grin is stretched from ear to ear when he gets a gander at you.

You're wearing the sluttiest maid outfit you could have ever conjured up from many, many, many Halloween's ago when you were in your Chicks Gone Wild Era (iykyk) and Price, Kyle and Simon are flabbergasted by your appearance. Kyle is dropping his spoon that he just stirred his coffee with, Simon is half turning the page to his book and Price just straight up chokes on his London Fog, sputtering it all over his MacBook.

"Fuck you." You mutter, plopping down on the couch next to Simon as you readjust the mobcap on your head. Your dress is riding up as you sit, but you cross your legs and Price is handing you a pillow to cover yourself up to which you sheepishly smile up at him and thank him.

"Why are ye complainin'? Y'look good, bonnie."

"You put her up to this?" Kyle asks, bewildered at the situation unfolding.

"Lookin' good, Serg!" A passing herd of soldiers call out to you as they chuckle amongst themselves and continue to whistle at you.

You shake your head and turn to Johnny with an exasperated look. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me?"

"It's not very becoming of you, Johnny." Price murmurs against his mug before taking a sip but it's evident that his face is reddening by the second by your scanty appearance.

"Oh, she does it to me all th' time!" Johnny throws his hands up in half frustration and half amusement.

But Simon on the other hand is silent. He doesn't really know what to say, but he's starting to feel the warmth rushing between his legs.

"L.t., thoughts?"

And Johnny knows exactly what the fuck he's doing while he's shooting him that shit-eating grin that makes Simon want to fucking bumrush the absolute shit out of the Scotsman.

Admittedly this has Kyle and Price's tongues poking their cheeks as they await his answer.

"Y'r a fuckin' slag, Johnny."

And that causes the room to erupt into laughter as you're all clapping your knees and keeling over. Johnny is slightly embarrassed by the jab, but nonetheless, is laughing along. It was nice to have a little laugh in the 141.

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8-rae-rae-8 · 21 days

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Poly!141 MoodBoard

(will get an accompanying drabble soon, hopefully)

#making sure people know its not x readwr #you wont find x reader here lol #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #john price #captain price #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #poly 141 #poly!141 #poly141

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meralasan · 1 year

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Gaz is finally getting the attention he deserves 😌🫶

and this time I didn't even have to crop it for tumblr! that's a success, right? ... right...?

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notnelle · 10 months

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hey hi hello just fyi i post spicy soapghost AND poly141 content here: patreon.com/notnelle

#nelle.txt #i take requests and stuff too btw #soapghost #poly141 #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price

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nouns-are-bad · 1 year

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Collective 141 headcannons again

• gaz and soap drag ghost into one of their beds and get all cozy and cuddle and have soft blankets surround them

• ghost likes the attention he gets from his team

• price doesn’t sleep as much as anyone else so he keeps an eye out for nightmares that happen when he’s awake

• gaz and soap are really touchy while ghost and price are more iffy on touches, certain things are off limits completely as well (touching ghost without a warning, touching price when he’s stressed and working at the same time)

• prices weak spot is having his hair carded through, you can get that man to fold with just a few soft touches and he will willingly walk with you anywhere to keep receiving the contact

• ghost likes his back scratched, like a cat

• soap loves hugs and cuddles, this is a very known fact

• gaz enjoys being in the same presence as someone one else, whether it’s cuddling with them or being in the same room working, either one works

• soap loves curling up in one of prices office chairs while he works because the sounds of pen on paper and prices cigars are very calming

• ghost likes Gazs presence in his office because they can sit in silence one second then go to telling each other jokes and then back to silence

• price leans sideways without noticing it, even when he’s standing he’s lopsided, the 141 have decided to start gently nudging him back upright so he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself

• cuddle piles, constantly. Always comforting one another

• the 141 honestly work better than most task forces because they care so much about one another

#headcannons #mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #could this be poly 141 #I’ll tag it anyway #poly141 #poly 141 #I love them and want them to be happy #they deserve comfort

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage

Poly 141 - 3.3k

summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking

note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.

Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.

They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.

Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.

The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.

The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.

The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.

“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”

Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.

“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”

A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.

Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”

A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.

“You want more, then?”

Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.

He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”

Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.

“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.

Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.

“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.

“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back. Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz.

Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”

Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.

Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.

“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.

Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.

It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.

He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.

“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”

Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.

It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.

It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.

He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.

He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.

Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.

“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.

“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.

Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view.

The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged.

Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.

Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.

Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.

He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.

Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.

There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.

As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.

Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”

There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”

A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”

Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.

“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”

Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”

There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose.

He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.

It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.

“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”

Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.

“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.

Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.

He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man.

The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.

He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces

“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”

Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.

#poly 141 #kinktober 2023 #bo writes #kinktober day 22 #john price x simon riley x kyle garrick x johnny mactavish #john price x ghost riley x gaz garrick x soap mactavish #price x ghost x gaz x soap #john price x simon ghost riley x kyle gaz garrick x johnny soap mactavish #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #poly141 smut #poly141 #poly 141 smut #kinktober

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SOMEONE HELP ME!! 😭😩😩😭

#it’s a battle. a literal mental battle 😭😭😭#spongebob meme #cod modern warfare #cod modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #poly141 #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley

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Chapter 5 [IKYLHT]

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“Officials are saying a power surge is to blame for an explosion over downtown Chicago last night due to severe winds leaving thousands of residents in the dark…”

“-I still don’t think that was the best they could’ve come up with.”

“Shh, Johnny, I’m trying to hear them.” You mumble with a light slap to the man’s thigh, nodding over to Price and Laswell as they clink glasses.

Simon chuckles from the other side of you as you peer around Soap’s form in an attempt to convince Gaz to relay the conversation word for word. He doesn’t, and part of you regrets not swapping seats with the man beforehand.

Not that you would’ve been able to, what with Simon and Johnny essentially herding you into the bar stool between them.

Sheepdogs, I swear.

“Y’know, I think you owe me, Bun.”

Johnny’s voice has a playful edge to it, something you so desperately need after the torture endured in that building.

Bloody hands trying to find grip on the cables- anything that’d soften your fall down the elevator shaft and allow you to follow him into that half constructed floor full of soldiers and Hassan.

Bloody hands that found themselves back on their original place, wrapping gauze around Price’s shoulder and pestering Gaz for updates every other minute.

He didn’t have any. You’d opted to try yourself.

“Soap, please.”

You can’t help the desperation in your tone.

He hasn’t answered comms in four minutes.

Something is wrong.

“What is your status? Click the transmitter. Something. Anything. Please, Johnny.”

You hear nothing but the soft Chicago wind in return, shaking hand reaching for comms once more.

“Ghost, do you have a visual?”

It takes him a moment to answer, and you can just barely hear his boots ascending the stairwell in steps of two.

“Negative. Adjusting position now.”

You hate it.

Hate that your view of Ghost is completely blocked from this floor, hate that Johnny isn’t responding to comms, hate that he’s in there alone.

Had this scene not already played out? Had Johnny not already been forced to fend for himself with shivs and rat traps in the streets of Las Almas?

Why couldn’t they get someone in there with him? Where are the Marines? Where is Gaz? Where is Johnny?

I should’ve been there.

I was there. It still didn’t matter.

I still couldn’t save him.

“Fuck this.” You mumble, shuffling back onto your feet, eyes already scanning for the emergency staircase.

I’ll scale the building myself.

Your gun is gone, lost somewhere to the explosion and subsequent shootout. You slide your hand over a spare knife resting on your hip. It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.

“Price, I’m movi-”

“Ghost…” Soap’s voice carries through your earpiece and renders your legs damn near immovable.

You don’t notice the way your knife slices open the top layer of skin on your palm, instinctually bolting up and towards the stairs as you hear Ghost reply.

Going down two, three, four at a time- shoulder slamming into the wall as you turn each corner and stumble down the staircase- you’re still unable to see any of what’s happening- eyes unblinking and ears straining to hear Johnny’s next words.

“Watch the window-“

“-Bun, c’mon. I remember hearin’ you make a bet with Simon.”

Blinking, you find yourself back in the bar.

Right. That’s right. It’s over.

It’s all over.

Nodding, more to yourself than to him, you scan the bar and blink the image of it back into the front of your brain.

You don’t miss the way Simon watches the entire thing.

You let a semi-genuine smile grace your lips and nudge him back.

“Which you were not a part of, Sargeant. Direct orders from the captain, in case you forgot. Plus, Si didn’t even agree to put any money on it. No point in betting if there isn’t a cash incentive.”

Glancing around him again, you’re just able to meet Gaz’s eyes as he finally divulges you by mouthing a single word before he’s turning back to Price.

Russians.

“I just think-”

“-Johnny.”

Your tone is what gets him to look up, to pop the bubble he’d created just for you, Simon, and himself. To raise his guard and compartmentalize like he always does.

You can’t blame the man for wanting normalcy for just a little longer. The chance to sit in a dimly lit pub with his partners, nursing a drink and laughing at how awful the men across the bar are at playing pool.

He doesn’t want another assignment. Not now. Not after all they’d been through. He needed a break, desperately, and he needed to get his mind off of work before it consumed him completely.

But you can’t. You just can’t slip into that headspace right now. You can’t let your guard down.

Maybe it was the mission, maybe it was the close-calls, but this inability to just think straight is one you’d only experienced once before.

You can’t remember when they start- the flashbacks, the shifting from present reality to memory. You only remember the looks of your comrades as they steer you back to the current moment.

Price’s voice cuts into the space, deep and low.

“He’s not new.”

He slides the picture over to Gaz, Soap bracing a hand over your leg as it bounces repeatedly.

You’re nervous.

You can’t tell why.

You force yourself to stop, to allow Gaz to study the photo without interruption. You hear him shift, pass the photo over to Soap who holds it up for the two of you.

He nods once, reaching past you to hand it to Ghost.

Shaking your head, you whisper to both men beside you.

“I don’t recognize him.”

Their eyes meet past your shoulder, an unspoken conversation.

“Guys?” You whisper again, eyes darting between the pair.

Still no answer, you look between Price and Kate, the latter looking just as confused as you did.

“Who is he?”

You feel Johnny’s grip on your thigh tighten, hear Simon’s deep inhale as Price turns to answer Kate.

“Makarov.”

“Well, this is me. You can just… knock, I guess. If you need anything, I mean.”

The door clicks behind Simon as you shift to stand awkwardly in the corner of your small accommodation.

His eyes shift over your room, the tiny storage shelf topped with boxes and folders of paperwork you’d need to drop off before the night’s end.

It’s hardly decorated past the beige curtains and yellow lighting that adorned each private room in the barracks.

You distantly wonder if Simon’s room is any nicer. Probably not, since it’s just a temporary until the flight home.

Better than a motel.

He nods once, lets out a little hum of acknowledgment before locking eyes with yours.

“You okay, Tapeti?”

“Me? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just need a nap, I think. Maybe some real sleep once the paperwork is done.”

He hums again.

“Okay. Not what I meant though, love.”

You give a sheepish semi-shrug, a half answer he lets slide with a small sigh.

“Alright then. Gonna go check on Johnny. You comin’?”

You want to, to go and kick your feet up on Johnny’s lap while he doom-scrolls through social media, but your eyes fall back on the box of papers.

“Oh, uh. No, that’s alright. I’ll swing by later. Really gotta desk-jockey it tonight. Text me if he needs anything?”

“Of course, darling.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head through the mask before sparing you one last glance and slipping out the door.

You sigh out, shuffling over to the storage shelf and grabbing the box before plopping onto the chair with a huff.

Casualty Report

Contact Report

Frequency Interference Report

Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical Report

Report

Digging your palms into your eyes, you groan out.

It's been hours, according to both the clock and the ache in your lower back.

“They offered me retirement, why the hell didn’t I take retirement?” Exhaling a deep breath, you whisper to yourself as you neatly pile the paperwork. “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."

Sliding it off the desk and into the crook of your arm, you make your way through the foreign base, dropping off the paperwork to some higher-up's secretary with a content smile.

Not my problem anymore.

A little more pep in your step, you start making your way back to the barracks, giving Johnny’s door a light knock.

There’s no answer.

You knock again.

Still no answer.

With a small roll of the eyes, you dig for the spare key he slipped into your pocket with a wink, unlocking the door.

You crack it open, knock again and whisper as it quietly creaks.

“I swear Johnny, you’re such a liar- ‘oh I never fall asleep first’. I could practically hear you snoring through the- oh.”

His silhouette is dim but unmistakable. His snores are soft, as they usually are.

So are Simon’s.

You turn your head, scan the empty hall once more before really taking in the sight before you.

They’re cute. Snuggled up, cozy under the blanket Johnny will soon kick off, Simon’s head resting over his heart.

It’d be a lot sweeter of a moment if, well… if there was any space for you.

They really are cute together and you know it shouldn’t bother you, but, that was your spot.

It’d always been that way.

Johnny on his back, you on his left side.

Closing the door with a soft click, you lock the deadbolt as quiet as you can before making the trek back to your room.

It’s dark, curtains blocking any pale moonlight and the room is still just as fucking beige as before only now it’s a problem.

The bed is too cold. Too big, too empty, too overwhelming without his body splayed over half of it.

You don’t bother changing into anything comfier, kicking your boots towards the door and burrowing under the covers.

You look to the pillow on your right.

You shut your eyes.

It’ll be better in the morning.

Your descent down the stairwell is rushed, boots clipping the safety grips multiple times and hands flailing to grab the railing beside you.

You find a rifle on the way down, still slightly sticky with the blood of the masked soldier it belonged to.

You could never be too sure.

It clatters against your tac vest uncomfortably, hitting the back of your legs and threatening to launch you down the stairs completely.

You don’t bare it much mind though, hopping off the last few steps and throwing yourself against the heavy metal door with a grunt.

Side stepping and nearly knocking over the surrounding Chicago police, you weave your way through EMT’s and rescued hostages before your path is abruptly cut short by a dark mass with outstretched arms.

“Slow down, Tapeti, he’s making his way out.”

You allow yourself to remain in the man’s arms but don’t halt your hurried steps.

“Then we can meet him in the stairwell, Simon.” You huff out, only partially regretting the way your words tinge with aggression.

He unhooks the back of the strap, grabbing the rifle with one hand and letting it clatter against the sidewalk, not once breaking stride or faltering in pace.

You get one hand on the doorknob of the side entrance, readying yourself to slam bone against metal once more.

You don’t get the chance to though, head on a swivel when you hear a nearby glass door shatter in on itself.

And finally, you see Johnny, tired face holding back a pained smile as he holds the door handle in midair.

“Rabbit-“

“-Johnny.”

You waste no time rushing to him, the impact of your body colliding with his almost knocking you both to the ground.

You feel his shadow guarding the pair of you from onlookers, offering about ten seconds of privacy before Simon is damn near scruffing the back of your neck as he pulls the pair of you into his chest.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Don’t ever do that again.” You mumble into Simon’s shirt, pawing at Johnny’s tac vest and trying to find a patch of skin that isn’t covered by work.

It’s a difficult task, what with Ghost barely allowing you ample space to expand your ribs as you breathe, but you manage to slip off a glove and warm Johnny’s hands yourself.

You feel him shift to lay his head on Simon’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around the man’s waist as he speaks quietly.

“You okay, Bun?”

“Are you okay, Johnny? We couldn’t get ahold of you, not a single thing through comms, not even static.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Johnny?”

You move to pat his hand but it isn’t there.

“John?”

You look up but he’s gone entirely.

You spin around, cover your arms over your thin shirt no longer protected by two sets of arms.

“Ghost?”

You spin again but you’re entirely alone on the street.

The cops’ red and blue lights still flash, doors wide open.

The back ambulance doors reveal the inside, the space that held the empty gurney that now sits mere feet away from you.

“Simon?”

The wind howls but doesn’t shake the trees.

“Gaz?”

Your ears ring above the silence.

“Price?”

You feel the hairs on your arms stand.

“Santiago?”

You hear a knock.

“Bunny? You in there, hen?”

Shifting your arms, you feel the stickiness of the sheets beneath you.

He knocks again.

Scrambling out of bed, you kick your shoes out of the way of the door and open it hastily.

“Good mornin’, sunshine. We were knockin’ quite a while. Must’ve been pretty knocked out.”

Your shoulders loosen seeing his smile, no longer feeling the urge to curl in on yourself.

“Oh, uh, yeah I guess so. Had kind of a weird dream.”

You feel Simon’s eyes on you, send him a smile as Johnny brushes past you and into the room.

“Anything in particular?”

You turn back to Simon, motion for him to make his way out of the doorway and into the room as you answer his question.

“Not really, mostly just replaying yesterday. Just cataloging, you know the drill.”

Well, except for the part where everyone vanished and left me stranded in the middle of Chicago searching for Santiago.

Guess I was calling out for two ghosts.

“Eh, as long as it wasn’t the weird armadillo one again. God knows what that one’s about. Anyways, you showering before brek, Bun? You stink.” Johnny smooths the duvet over the damp sheets, laying down with a groan and stretching his side.

“Yeah, I’ll make it a quick one. You waiting here?”

You don’t miss the way it comes out, the tinge of vulnerability towards the end of your words.

Neither does Simon.

Johnny lets out a hum, arms above his head and moving to stretch out his other side.

Simon steps forward, untucks the string of your hoodie.

“Shower, Tapeti.”

He sits on the edge of the bed.

“We’ll be here.”

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