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a-b-riddle · 1 month

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Part 2

Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #poly141 #angst #grovel #groveling

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mizushibart · 9 days

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🌸❤ Scene from "Dearest John(ny)" by Phiunzirus. C0mmissioned by the author. 🌿🥰

#poly141 #mwii #cod mw3 #modern warfare #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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princeguri66 · 3 months

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MINORS DNI

Monster!John "Soap" Mactavish (with Poly Monster!141 at the end) x Male Reader

Cw: it starts off with Soap but the rest r mentioned and written but not as much as soap, marking with markers, nothing else I believe lmk

Silly thought but like imagine a monster reader who has crazy fast regeneration. Like deep cuts heal in seconds. Maybe you're a ghoul who just has crazy regen, or something like that.

Anyways,

Wouldn't a relationship between Soap, who loves leaving bites and see the aftermath due to his instincts as a werewolf and you who literally heals in seconds be interesting?

He loves getting fucked by you, but everytime he leaves a bit unsatisfied. It's not because you can't make him cum or anything, hell you can pull multiple orgasms from the guy and you have.

It's just that he can't leave satisfied knowing that he left a mark on you. He has bit you so much but the marks just won't stay. With the other members he can clearly see the marks he left on their neck and shoulders, even with Price who due to his dragon blood heals faster but the marks still stay for a day or two.

So everytime you two fuck, even if his ass if filled to the brim and his balls are empty he still whines because he can't leave his mark on you. You're a member of the 141, his pack, so it pains him that he can't put a claim on you like he has with the others.

So one day you get a bit creative.

One night in your room where he's riding on your cock, bouncing up and down while you lay your back on the bed, your hands gripping his hips and slamming him down on you as you cum. He leans down and bites as hard as he can on you as the feeling of you filling him up makes him cum. Pulling away and only being able to whine because he can't even admire his mark before it fades away.

"Aw, is puppy unsatisfied?" You tease and chuckle. And before he could insist that he was, you reached to the bedside table and picked up a red permanent marker, "why don't you mark me with this instead?" You say handing him the marker.

He huffs out a laugh at your little solution, but it's the best you got since you can't really make yourself regenerate slower. So he indulges, testing the marker on the back of your hand, the ink incredibly opaque so it stands out against your skin. Then he draws a bite mark at your neck then adds "Soap's Claim" in big letters, covering the whole left side of your neck.

He leans back, the bright red against your skin and the obvious letters, he finally sighs a sigh of relief.

It doesn't go unnoticed as well (just how he likes it)

The other members of the task force noticing Soap's eyes seem a bit brighter and his tail has been swaying peacefully the whole day. And that's where you enter, neck bare for everyone to see (it's the least you can do) Soap grins, happy to finally be able to show off his claim on you.

And now they want to have their names on your body too.

It's all color coordinated too now, Price who loves to write across your shoulder blades, with words like "Price's hoard" or just a simple "Price" with a heart next to it, it's simple but huge.

Gaz with a bright blue marker who likes to do it on your lower back (because he can also rest his head on your ass) writing something like "Gaz was here" and likes to draw wings on you. (Wing themed tramp stamp with 141 between the wings anyone?)

And Ghost with either white or black who loves to mark your chest, either a simple "ghost" or "Simon Riley" on each pec. Also likes to draw a ghost doodle on top of your heart.

And if you five fuck together, you aren't the only one who ends up having ink on you, but you'd have the most. And when you wake up to find a big arrow pointing to your dick and ass that says "Property of 141" written in multiple colors, you'd wish you could show it off.

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bluegiragi · 1 year

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gaz and soap do body shots and get a little carried away...

poly141 ghost/price and soap/gaz on patreon now

#poly 141 is my new bread and butter btw #im sorry konig truthers #hes gonna take a back seat from now on #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #captain price #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #poly141 #giragi art

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forsworned · 1 month

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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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lovers-tucked-into-a-quiet-cafe · 7 months

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I Know You Like Her Too [Series Masterlist]

Poly!141 x fem!Reader

Content:

On-Going Series, Military!Reader, Polyamorous Relationship

No use of Y/N, Reader's callsign is 'Rabbit', Very Minimal Physical Character Descriptions, Canon-Typical Violence, Mentions of Abuse, Semi-Graphic Torture Scene, Happy Ending :D

This story was written pre-MW3 and has been modified to fit the timeline and some parts of that campaign. With that said, the campaign is a nice suggestion, not a rule. Major canon-divergence here.

Pairings:

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (pre-established) Simon “Ghost” Riley Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Captain Jonathan Price

Bonus Chapter Pairings:

poly!141 x Alejandro Vargas + Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

and possibly more ;)

NSFW [18+]:

SoftDom!Ghost, SoftDom!Price, Switch!Gaz, Switch!Soap, Switch!Reader, Threesomes, Group Sex, Hair Pulling, Bondage (Ghost gets tied up heh), Lots of Praise, Body Worship, Oral (giving and receiving), Overstimulation, Aftercare

Pre-Story Headcanons and General Information:

Personnel Files

141 & Rabbit Headcanons

Main Story Chapters:

Chapter One | 3.5k Words

Chapter Two | 2.9k Words

Chapter Three | 5.3k Words

Chapter Four | 3.3k Words

Chapter Five | 2.4k Words - PLEASE NOTE

Chapter Six | 2.5k Words

Chapter Seven | 2k Words

Chapter Eight | Coming Soon

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a-man-of-questionable-morals · 3 months

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little sketch of old man retired simon (after shower ofc), don't get me wrong i love seeing artists draw him with his buzz cut, he's like an angsty tennis ball, but i love making my men hairy, so,, i think he'd grow his hair out and try out a beard

#also this is for some retired poly141 i'm working on #please somone notice the number of beads on his bracelet pertaining to gaz/soap/price/roach #price would be 42 #simon would be 36 #soap and gaz would be 34 #and gary would be 33 #(all headcannoned ages)#call of duty #cod #cod fanart #art #simon ghost riley #poly141

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syoddeye · 15 days

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down the hatch

141 x reader, featuring a smidgen of soapgaz in this bit. ~1.5k words.

continuation of you thought your life was over when your psycho, end-of-days conspiracy theorist austrian neighbor kidnapped you.

tags: poly141, soapgaz depicted. reader is a little cuckoo for coco puffs after being alone for three months. voyeurism. half-assed masturbation. a gun. kind of crackfic, kind of not.

banner from @/cafekitsune

“we’re not gonna hurt you,” ballcap insists, crouching to open the cupboard under the sink.

“just a little,” dry bones adds, not bothering to lower his voice.

“he’s lying, kitty, swear we won’t hurt you.”

holed up in the surveillance room, you listen over the crackling feed through the attached headset, absolutely fuming. panicking, too, but the door is shut and locked. the seal blends with the maintenance room’s panels, and the button to open it is hidden in the electric panel. the bunker’s build, many cameras, and folding bunks in the second bedroom suggest the austrian had long-term plans to repopulate earth or intended to abduct others but ran out of time.

either option would’ve blown, but now, his paranoia and apparent voyeurism came in handy. the stupid, unwashed idiots look dumb as hell crawling around looking for you.

after a while, they assemble in the kitchen and spend the next hour taking inventory. they are not impressed by the yanni collection, but they are intrigued by the bed you stopped making and the half-completed puzzle of the eiffel tower. you snarl as ballcap completes one of the corners. fucking uncivilized freaks, trampling all over puzzle etiquette. if you didn’t have the external feed and a pile of hardened ooze for proof, you’d know the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. depraved.

eventually, scragglebeard rustles up dinner. it’s obscene, the amount of food he uses. the men lounge and luxuriate in your kitchen and your living room. it doesn’t look like they’ve struggled for much. they eat like a pack of feral dogs when presented with a stew and mash. mohawk produces a half-full bottle of liquor, and the four nitwits have the nerve to toast the discovery of their new home.

a growl from your stomach tempers your outrage. you didn’t consider supplies when you hid. just survival.

the men laze after their meal.

“gonna go have a shower.” mohawk announces, slapping his thighs as he stands.

“thank christ.” dry bones jeers.

“join me?”

you straighten in the swivel chair. that's unexpected.

“nah, i’ll go later.”

“is it an open invite?” ballcap asks.

“always.”

“warm it up for us, then.”

you won’t use the cameras that the austrian installed in the bathrooms—that’s crossing a line. then, a minute later, ballcap follows mohawk, and walks right past the three-quarter-finished eiffel tower. you think, vive la france, joie de vivre, or whatever.

a pity the cameras in the bathrooms don’t have speakers. the lens is a bit foggy, but the view is decent. the men waste no time stripping.

the camera sits in a vent, points through the grate, and into the showers. they’re in the stall closest to the door, convenient. mohawk pins ballcap to the slick tile, his hands gripping the other man’s hips so tight you see his knuckles whitening. desperate thing.

it’s kind of boring after a few minutes. mostly mohawk sloppily kissing and nipping at ballcap’s mouth and lips, occasionally detouring down his neck. their junk is mostly hidden at this angle, presumably slippery from the shower and all the dry-humping. wet-humping? ballcap kneads the fat of mohawk’s ass, his eyes fluttering when a particular patch of his throat gets attention.

fuck, okay, maybe this is more titillating than you originally thought. you adjust in the chair, finding the seam of your jorts (craftily fashioned from men’s jeans you found in a closet), and slowly grind along it. it’s lazy, but you’re not gonna stick your hand down your pants if this is all you’re getting.

and as if reading your mind, mohawk breaks from ballcap’s grip and sinks to his knees. his juvenile haircut flops flat under the water, but ballcap’s dick sure doesn’t. even through the sub-optimal camera feed, you know it’s pretty. the way mohawk immediately hones in confirms, licking up the underside and palming his sack. when he finally gets his mouth to the good part, you unbutton your fly, shove two fingers in your mouth, and lean back.

near-constant masturbation lost its novelty around week three, but it's like riding a bike. you manage a few good, firm circles, beckoning heat out of hibernation when sudden movement on the camera startles you right out of a lovely, burgeoning haze.

fuck bucket. ballcap has mohawk hoisted by the armpit, their abandoned cocks practically wagging. he’s rapidly speaking and pointing right at the fucking vent. how the hell he spotted the tiny red light, you don’t know, but dry bones and scragglebeard stumble into the bathrooms moments later.

dry bones disappears beneath the frame, and the camera shakes slightly as the vent cover comes off. he steps back, mouth moving beneath his mask, and the four men exchange looks.

scragglebeard speaks as the naked men hastily dress, then start a second sweep of the bunker. this time, armed with the knowledge that somebody’s watching, they don’t split up. they move as a unit.

you watch in horror as they upend the bunker. they move furniture, poke outlets, and empty all the shelves to feel for switches and levers. distantly, you think you would’ve made for a decent escape room operator in the before times. you stifle a mad laugh at the idea, nearly choking when they finally enter the maintenance room.

hand pressed to your mouth, you breathe shallowly as they search. they’re more careful, skipping the electric and valves altogether, probably afraid if they fuck with anything too much, the power or water will go out. they check the ridges between the panels, and you hold your breath as dry bones runs his fingers along the hidden seal.

he stops and peels off a glove. pressing his palm to the secret door’s front, he hums. he glances over his shoulder, directly into the camera, then at scragglebeard.

“the wall’s warmer here.”

“think there’s something behind it, lt?” mohawk asks.

lt. initials?

mohawk shoulders dry bones out of the way, pressing his full cheek to the panel and paws at the metal. you freeze, unsure if you’re breathing at this point.

“think it’s residual heat from wiring.'' mohawk finally concludes, pulling away with a shrug. ‘lt’ looks unconvinced, and scragglebeard itches at his namesake.

“it’s gettin’ late. let’s bed down, look again in the morning.”

“you’re not worried someone’s watching us, sir?”

sir? ooh, is it like that? kinky.

“no. if they are, they know we’re armed and in good health. ‘sides. we’re going to cover them.”

your mouth dries. no. no. no. no. fuck, your one advantage.

the men file out, and lt leaves last. he fishes a strip of cloth from a pocket and stuffs it around the camera’s base, obscuring its view.

“gonna find ya.” he mutters.

one by one, they cover the cameras they’ve found, leaving you with only three. thank you, austrian freakshow, for not skimping on surveillance. you still see the living room, a sliver of the kitchen, and the maintenance hall. it’s not much, but it’s enough to inspire a plan.

you watch the men turn in for the night. you’re not stupid, though. you wait an hour and a half until there’s no further movement, and the bunker’s dark. it’s now or never.

sneak out. grab food, water, and a kitchen knife. flee the bunker. easy.

if it’s still standing, your old one-bedroom rental is a short distance away. you’ll fortify it, then work on luring the rats out of your nest.

tiptoeing past the bedrooms, at least two of the men saw logs. ugh. didn’t miss that in the apocalypse.

in the kitchen, you gather supplies. tins of tuna, soup, and vienna sausages. the last potatoes. some protein bars. a reusable water bottle. salt and pepper. (spices and seasonings are on the top of your scavenging list.)

satisfied, you tie the corners of your makeshift bindle together and turn to head to the entrance point when your eyes drift over a small shape in the dark. there, atop a side table in the adjoining living room, is a handgun.

in theory, you know how to use it. you logged a good thousand hours on goldeneye 007 as a kid. loads more effective than the paring knife in your hand.

you creep toward it, eyes widening and heart racing. could use on the interlopers while they sleep. but how would you get their bodies out of the bunker? you don’t want to training montage until your muscles swell, not with their corpses doing the same thing in the spare bedroom.

no. much more useful out there. you reach for it.

and somebody reaches for you.

a hand closes around your forearm, squeezing hard to force you to drop the knife, and another wraps around your head, hand clamping over your mouth before you can cry mon dieu.

the wrapped cans clatter and smash to the ground in the struggle. a deep voice, harsh in your ear and tinged with insufferable smugness, whispers.

“told ya i was gonna find ya.”

#you’re what the french call les incompétents.#we love crazy quasi-loser readers over here this is a safe space #the time-honored tradition of giving them the dumbest nicknames continues #i wrote that nice little price piece to self-soothe and then immediately was like well now i have to write something absurd #poly141 #141 x reader

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fixfoxnox · 8 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.

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gothghostiie · 26 days

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Sorry me again flooding your inbox but I am in a MOOD and I just found ur hybrid stuff teehee <3 (im unhinged rn)

Wolf hybrid reader in the 141 and into petplay? The boys have to just. Deal with this. They take turns tho it’s okay

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flood as much as you want lil fishie

cw: wolf hybrid!gn!reader, petplay, poly141

you're such a good puppy for all of them, trained so well n always eager for them.. a little too eager sometimes but that's another story.

they love having you around, always keeping you with them by your collar and leash, carrying little treats for you. no one on base bats an eye when they see you out on a walk with simon, vibrator deep in your hole while he controls it with the remote, or under prices desk, sucking his cock while he does some paperwork.

youre always so clingy, humping everything but you can't help it you're a dumb puppy!! and the 4 men could never stay mad at you. even when you're sitting on soaps lap in the cafeteria, humping his thigh until you cum or pawing at gaz's crotch while he's trying to relax - they just can't stay mad at you!!

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a-b-riddle · 14 days

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Would it be okay to ask about some of the more hard-core kinks that tf141 might be shy about telling their S/O?

Johnny has no shame when it comes to want he wants. The only thing he is hesitant about is anything that would be anything that would degrade his partner. Man doesn’t care to be slapped and told he’s a naughty boy, but is too sensitive to hurt his partner’s feelings.

Price loves being called Daddy, but feels given the age gap it would be too weird to ask. His S/O lets it slip one day when he’s hitting from the back. A simple “feel so good, Daddy” had him fucking you like his life depended on it. Now it’s hard to keep the title strictly in the bedroom

Simon is insecure about being too rough. All he can imagine is bending you over his knee until your ass is spanked so harshly, your skin is hot to the touch. He wants to see you crying for more. Complaining about he’s so big. But in reality, he would never want to hurt you. It’s all just a fantasy. That is until you grab his hand and put it on your throat; squeezing your fingers around it in a silent plea.

Kyle wants to fuck you in front of someone. He fantasized about cucking your shitty boyfriend when the two of you were still together. So when you stumble on his search history of “why do I am I into exhibition?” It’s a no-brainer. You find a link club located in London and ask Kyle would it be something he would be into. Making him think the whole thing just popped into your head.

#call of duty #call of duty blurbs #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #poly141

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