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sprout-fics · 8 months

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Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Ten: Kiss and Tell)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Heat cycles, Smut, Omega! Soap x Omega! F Reader, Cunnilingus, Frottage, Fingering, Inexperienced Reader, Post-coital cuddling

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You do end up at Soap’s room that night

The other Omega leans against the door frame nonchalantly, a wry smile splayed across his lips. He’s pleased at your appearance, even as you shift nervously in front of him. You don’t know how to ask for this, and there’s a small, nagging part of you that desperately wonders if you’re getting in far above your head

Soap seems to catch on to your uneasiness, ushers you inside and gently sets you on the edge of his bed, opting to sit backwards in his chair, staring at you

“I’m…inexperienced.” You blurt out before you can think twice about it, wincing as soon as the words spill out of your mouth, watching as Soap’s eyebrows raise in a mild indication of surprise.

Oh. You think. Maybe this was a mistake

Instead he only shrugs. “Aye. and?”

You blink at him owlishly, trying to see the words unspoken in his gaze. Soap only continues to smile at you, playful, affectionate, the excitement in his eyes shielded as he focuses not on his earlier offer, but on listening to you.

You fiddle with your hands in your lap.

“There was…a guy in boot camp.” You admit quietly. “A beta. We…it was rushed. Fine, I guess. He didn’t really talk to me after.”

When you glance up to Soap, he’s no longer smiling. You feel your heart skip a beat in dismay.

“He didn’t treat you right then, did he, pup?”

You pause, eyes in your lap, and after several long moments you nod

Soap’s chair creaks then, and he rises to stand over you, raises you chin to look up at him. You blink, shiver at the sudden intensity of his stare- a burning blueness that suddenly seems to set your skin warm under his unblinking gaze. You almost want to look away, the feeling of his dizzying scrutiny on the verge of too much

He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Will you let me?” He asks quietly, sincerely. “Treat ye right?”

When you nod, when he kisses you, the rest of the world falls away with a shuddering sigh

Soap takes his time with you, gently divests you of your fatigues, pulls your pants down your hips while your legs brace up over his shoulders. His hands splay flat against your belly, drag up to your chest, and when you squirm under his chest Soap chuckles, pleased, warm. The sound rolls below your stomach, makes you avert your eyes under his too heavy stare

“Sweetheart.” He croons, arching over you, bracing his hands on either side of your shoulders. “Look at me.”

You do, hesitantly, resisting the urge to hide behind your fingers. Soap smiles kindly down at you, and the unbridled desire in his eyes warms you from head to toe

“I want to see ye.” He breathes, like you’ve stolen the air from his lungs with your stare alone. “Want to see yer face when I take ye apart, little omega.”

A full body shiver rolls through you at that, and you know that Johnny’s words aren’t a suggestion but a promise

He does. He does take you apart. His hands roam across the swell of your hips and the dip of your waist, firmly appreciating every feature that becomes revealed to him. When you gasp, choke his name in a breathless whisper he swallows it, kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever taste you

His mouth seals over your gland and when he sucks you shout a sound that drops into a pleading, primal little whimper, body instantly going lax under him, omega hinbrain forcing you into blissful docility under his touch

It’s strangely Alpha-like behavior of him, and you’re beginning to realize how Johnny managed to escape notice of his designation as long as he did.

You’re dizzy with it, with his sensual assault, with just his hands kneading your breasts and his weight lying flat atop you, his soft groans at every noise you make growing like cottony fuzz between your ears. His mouth moves against yours, eventually descending to your jaw, your neck, where he lays fluttering love bites against your skin

“Pretty.” He quips when he leans back at last to observe your rising chest and heavy lidded eyes, his own gaze sparkling with self-satisfaction at you melting under his palms. “Feel good, sweetheart?” His thumb grazes the corner of your swollen lip, parted with little gasps

You smile dopily up at him, and instead of responding you only lean, nip at his thumb

Johnny laughs

It doesn’t take much more of his petting to get you squirming under him, arching up to try and feel the hardness pressed against his thigh

“Not yet.” He huffs down at you, and instead slides down to settle himself between your thighs. You squeak when he hauls them over his shoulders, huff a warm breath across your wet folds.

“So wet fer me.” He groans, using his thumbs to spread you open. You briefly wonder if he’s good with his hands because of his demolitions work, or if this is just him. He swipes a finger through your folds, collects moisture from his pads and brings them to his mouth. He smiles greedily as he sucks on them and groans at the mere taste of you

“So sweet, pup.” He coos, nuzzling at the inside of your thigh as if to scent mark you there too, drowning you in his scent. Sweet but possessive, almost carnivorous.

The thought fizzles to nothing when his tongue laps at your entrance and you mewl loud enough for the rest of the barracks to hear you.

Johnny eats you out like a man starved, like he’s drunk on the taste, like your slick is pure ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. You wheeze his name, fingers grasping at his too short mohawk, eyes scrunched and skin too warm. When you buck up into his mouth as the cusp of your orgasm Johnny only holds your hips still and feels you clench around his tongue as your orgasm punches through you

You think he’ll stop after that, and will get on with the rest of it, but Johnny seems more than content between your legs, purring at each weak little noise as he has his way with you. You grasp at his hair, at the sheets, the pillows, uncertain what to do with your hands, trying to anchor yourself

The pleasure is overwhelming, unfamiliar in a way that leaves you desperate for more, curses and pleas and whimpers an endless stream past your swollen lips. When you beg him for more Johnny only nibbles and sucks at your clit until you arch off the bed with a broken moan. It’s only then that he fractures you open on his fingers, has you haul a pillow over your face to contain your shuddering moans

He’s ruining you, you realize belatedly, drunk off your third orgasm, and Johnny himself seems intoxicated by the act of doing so. He doesn’t let up even when you tell him it’s fine, it’s enough, wants to just give and give until you’re too full of it, have no space left for more

You’re reduced to beyond words by your fourth orgasm, trying vainly to curl onto your side as the pulsing aftershocks thunder through you. It’s only then that Johnny raises himself up, even now not yet free of his boxers

“Lemme-” He gasps, fervent, desperate, his own eyes glassy with pleasure as he lowers himself down onto you. He braces on his forearms, arches his back inwards so the outline of his cock is trapped between you both. “Fuck, bonnie, I just need-”

Like a rutting pup, Johnny humps himself against your abdomen with a series of whimpering, broken groans, vying for his release. You reach up, drag him down with a murmur of his name, kiss him with the remainder of your strength, drag your nails down his back until he groans, voice caught halfway between a growl and a mewl as he grinds senselessly onto you

His hips stutter, the air in his chest seizing as he cries out upon his release, the tacky spill of his cum warm against your skin

It’s only after you both have collected yourselves that he twists, drags you into his arms so you lay with your legs entwined with his. He peppers you with kisses, asks over and over again if you’re okay, if it was good, tell you how pretty and lovely you were

“Have t’ leave something for the rest of them.” He chuckles when you ask him why he didn’t push himself inside you, and it’s a reminder of his respect and adoration for his mates

Johnny kisses you, a slow, gentle peck on the forehead before he extracts himself, coming back with a washcloth to clean you both off. He rids himself of the remainder of his clothing before wedging himself under the covers with you.

At your slightly bewildered stare at this close intimate proximity, he only grins

“Wha?” He asks teasingly. “Ye think I’m just gonna kiss an tell? Nah, yer staying with me tonight.”

You’re given little choice in the matter, not that you mind in the slightest, nestling happily into his arms. You drink in his scent, familiar warm, and can’t help but distantly think that it smells like home.

“This…was better.” You confess very quietly, a gentle reference to your misadventure with your first. Soap huffs, vaguely displeased, and you can’t tell if it’s at your words or the reminder of the man who failed to appreciate you as he should’ve

“Only ‘better’.” He grumbles, dipping his head to press a smattering of firm, affectionate kisses on your face, unrelenting until you wiggle and push at him. "I’ll have to try harder next time, then.”

You laugh at that, and it seems to please the other omega, who’s eyes sparkle lovely in the dimness of his room

“Sleep, pup.” He tells you gently. “There’ll be more in the mornin’.”

You’re not sure what exactly he means by that, but you trust him to find out. You fall asleep in his arms smiling, knowing that if the rest of the pack treats you just as well, that you’re in safe hands.

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bonanza-tact · 5 months

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Wanted to do them with family :3

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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I’d love to read some more of your Soapghost ABO headcannons! I can’t seem to get enough of them 🥰🥰

Sure!

Soap does not mind being an omega. Like he does not give a shit. He does wear scent blockers and it's solely for his own safety and also to be discreet

Ghost actually does kind of mind being an alpha. He fears his own nature

Soap thinks that's bullshit and has stated it so many times

Ghost has tried to distance himself from Soap during his ruts and Soap has said "absolutely fucking not" because he doesn't fear Ghost

Oh yeah, Soap does not fear Ghost at all. He just doesn't. Fear is not in his vocabulary

Soap can be kind of a pick-me, sometimes, but he's trying to unlearn the behavior. Even still, he enjoys being friends with omegas and will seek them out to be friends with. Hence his friendship with Gaz and Rudy

Ghost will beat up everyone who makes derogatory comments about any omegas, especially Soap

Soap will beat them up first, though

Do not fucking whistle at Soap

Ghost adores Soap. He very much calls him his Soap and his omega

I don't really see Soap as being that big of a brat, though. I think Soap can get cocky and Ghost had no problem taking him down a peg

Many times has someone fucked with Soap and expected to get their ass beat by Ghost. However, they were shocked to see Ghost grab a chair and popcorn, ready to watch his boyfriend kick ass

They didn't mate until many years into their relationship. Soap isn't too traditional and honestly, neither is Ghost, but Ghost does have a fear of making someone stuck with him

Kids are a no-go for them

Soap is aggressive on his heats. It is a lot to handle, but Ghost has big enough hands and a big enough co-

Soap likes being spoiled, but he also likes spoiling back, so Ghost isn't allowed to give too many gifts or Soap has to give them back

Ghost bites.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #omegaverse #omega soap #alpha ghost #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap cod #ghost cod #queue for dinner again hunny?

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sun-rae-lynn · 3 months

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Omega!Ghost X Omega!Soap Part: One

Hear me out rq.

warnings: implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced heats, slight angst maybe…idk what to put I’ve not written shit like this since idek when.

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Omega ghost who grew up with alpha parents. Would explain abusive father because well he wanted alpha son instead got an omega son yada yada. anyways his father sent him away to a camp, where he basically learned to control himself and his “urges”. Sooner or later he would go through traumatic events that made Simon Riley into the Ghost.

Now, people know of The Ghost, a brutal killing machine, that no one knows the secondary gender of. They don’t know if he’s an alpha or a beta. They are sure he isn’t an omega. (Little do they know) People who have come into contact with Ghost and have lived to tell the tale, describe his scent to be broken, dull and bitter. Not similar to an alphas, not anything like an omegas. But not anything like a betas either. It baffles them.

Then Ghost meets Price. But not as Ghost, as Simon.

Hear me out Rq with this one too^^

Ghost allows one month every year where he goes “underground”, no contact with anyone whatsoever. This is the time when he stops taking strong ass suppressants and stops blocking most of his scent. He experiences what it is like to be an omega because despite those instincts being pushed super far into the back of Simon’s brain. They are still there and sometimes they surface.

Ghost “becomes” Simon a little earlier than expected, on a solo mission. Luckily, Price was there to take him in and care for him. Price understood the situation Simon was in and allowed him a spot in the 141. I like to believe in an omegaverse au that price had TF141 already set up. He was just waiting for the right people, omega, beta, or alpha to join. Soon they had three people in the 141. Ghost, Price and Gaz. (We will get to soap in a min.) they all worked in perfect sync.

Soon enough Soap came into the 141. An omega who immediately became close with Ghost. Get to that In a moment

Onto soap and who he is as an omega. Johnny grew up with a traditional family. Omega mother, alpha father. All that jazz. He grew up learning all about how omegas were supposed to act and how they should put themselves out there whenever they find a suitable mate/partner.

However, Johnny hated the idea of settling down with someone. He wanted to explore, go to Australia despite his fear of spiders, go to America and see sights he’s never seen.

Johnny also hated his heats, ever since he had an unexpected heat that was caused by being in a room full of newly presenting alphas and got locked in a closet to prevent him from being attacked by the scent hungry alphas, he never had a heat since then. He has flare up’s of heats every now and then since well suppressants can only do so much but they aren’t terrible.

Another things soap hates about himself is his scent. It is too alluring. Too sweet. I imagine soaps omega scent to be something sweet like chocolate, but have a bitter smell as well like the way dark chocolate has that bittersweet aftertaste to it…idk could be a me thing but there is also a hint of soap smell(hence the nickname). He hates that his scent allures alphas in. He truly wants to drive them away, so he acts as beta like and as alpha like as possible while failing miserably because he is sensitive.

Not sensitive mentally but sensitive in the way that if he catches one whiff of a strong dominant alphas scent. He is very much swooning and in love. He can get out of that mindset quickly but it could take awhile.

Now, back to 141. Soap catches one whiff of Ghost’s barely there scent and is in fucking love. He is swooning more than he ever has. He started talking to ghost more, trying to get to know him, trying to find out his secondary gender. When trying to figure it out and getting frustrated by not being able to figure it out on his own he went to price.

He basically annoyed price until price had enough of Soap’s nagging and frustratedly told Soap that Ghost was an omega.

His heart broke. All this time Johnny was feeling like he found the one, an omega that was going to treat him well and love him. Only to find out he was a fake and not really an alpha. Johnny never knew Ghost’s secondary gender anyways but he was really hoping for it to be an alpha, he believed Ghost was an alpha since he had a pretty strong scent, despite barely being there, he left for one month every other month. Same thing price would do for his ruts. He would scent soap, which was something usually only alphas did. However one has to remember Ghost ain’t no normal omega.

He has alpha traits. A strong scent, despite barely being there. A large and muscular body. Rough and large hands. Scenting. Courting. All things alphas usually would do and how they looked. Something Simon always blamed on having two alpha parents.

PART TWO WILL BE OUT SOON!! I need sleep currently. But this will be developed further. It might get smutty, it might get hurt/comfort-ish, we will see.

@8-rae-rae-8 you will be tagged in part two as well!! comment if you’d like to be tagged! This might become a series.

Also, prepare to see more headcanons and stuff for the 141 and COD characters in general as I have PLENTY of different headcanons when it comes to the characters…anyways love yall. Hope to see ya soon

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hirik0 · 8 months

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Littel secret

Omegaverse, Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap Soap/Ghost

NSFW: Omegaverse, stress heat, anal sex, multiple orgasem, questionable consent, dick piercing, knotting, Soap is a demanding brat, Ghost has a lot of stamina

When humans where still hunters and gathers Omegas only smell sweet and flowery when they are in heat, outside of heat they smell just as musky as Alphas. Their heat also didn't came that often only twice a year maybe 3 times depending on the area they lived and how many food they had the year. This changed dramatically when civilisations started to rise to regional super powers. In modern time its a rare genetic mutation that causes Omegas to operate the same as in the stoneage. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish is one of these rare Omegas, researcher call them primal Omegas. And it honstely opend him doors in the britisch military that other wise woulddtay closed. The SAS like many elite units in armys across the world only allow Alphas in rare cases Betas in their ranks. So being a mistaken for an Alpha is the only way Soap made it so far. Its also dangerous he would be kicked out for lying about his secondary gender, but as long has he keeps his regular 2 times a year heat on his mind and takes leave to deal with it alone, how should anyone figure out? It was perfect nobody will ever find out or that's atleast what Soap though because his body didn't got that memo. Soaps luck is running out.

They are on a longer stage out mission in safe house or more appartement. It's nice and just Ghost and him. The first time Soap should have clocked that thinks are going south is when he's exhausted. He thinks it's because the 141 had mission after mission for 2 months straight and this is the first time they have something like down time since. His next heat is still 4 months away so he dont clocks this as one of his early heat signals. Ghost notices that something isn't quite right when Soaps scent gets a lot prominenter and slowly changes from this herbal scent he never could quite identify to a more flowery undertone. He thought that Soaps maybe has a new shampoo or something like this. The thing is Soaps smell already drives him insane but now? He wants to fuck Soap till they smell the same. He never wanted anyone so much as he wants Soap and he never wanted an other Alpha before. He never had anything against Alpha/Alpha sex he just never had the urge to try it himself, till Johnny.

The second thing that should have tick of Soaps alarm bells is when he starts to build a nest in the bed he's using for the time being and his urge to resist to steal Ghost bed sheets aswell. After he realised what he did he just destorys the nest. When he finally realises what is happening its to late. He stands in the shower and before he even turned the water on, something wet is running down his thights. He's turning pale and starts to panic when he feels that slick is running out of him. The smell of peaches are filling his nose with a hint of hibiscus. He's in heat, why, it's to early. He needs some time to figure out that this must be a stress heat. Shit, shit, shit, NO its so unfair. He just turns the shower on hoping he can wash away the traitorous heat symptoms. Ghost is comming back from his nightly observation of the target when he smells the Omega in their temporary flat. His frowning, the Omega is in clear distress, he can smell the sour panic and fear clearly. He shrugs thinking that maybe one of the other people in the appartment building must be the Omega in heat. He makes himself a tea and notices that Soaps hadent prepared his coffee yet. He holds in intently listening hearing the shower running.

Soap is desperately washing the never ending amount of slick from him. It's a lost battle he knows it but he is panicking. Ghost will be back at any moment and smell him. He try to tell himself if he's able to get rid of the slick Ghost won't smell his secret. The Alpha with one of the best noses he ever worked with not smelling him even when he's under the shower is very unrealistic to believe but he needs to believeit for the moment. He himself smells how his heat scent is getting stronger and stronger and with it his panic is also growing this can't happen. Why now, why him? Ghost notices how panic and fear scent is getting stronger so is the smell of the heat he recognises the peach smell not sure what the flower is. Soap is still under the shower and hes getting suspicious. Something is wrong. He left his half finished tea behind slowly walking to the bathroom. The scent gets stronger the closer he gets. His frowning feeling how anger is building up. He logically knows that Soap would never let a civilian in a mission but that must be the only explanation. Soap found a Omega in heat and brought them home and risking their mission. He knocks at the door with a littel bit to much force. "Soap you better have a good explanation for what I'm thinking is happening", he says. The smell of panic and fear is getting unbearable. His instincts scream at him to protect the Omega, to make them feel safe. "It's.. Lt I don't know what you're thinking but I swear it's not that", he hears Soap say back, clearly being sistressed. "Then open the door Soap, that's an order", Ghost growls.

At Ghost growling a big flush of slick is leaking out of him. His brain getting cloudy with need, and filthy thoughts. That an Alpha is right on the other site of the door makes everything just worse. And from the peeks he got he knows Ghost knot will be big, and would fill him up so nicely. "Soap", Ghost growls again and Soaps knees are giving up he ungraceful slips down the shower wall. He can barely smell Ghost anger over his own scent. Ghost knocks at the door one last time before he gets his lock picking set. Hes cursing under his breath taking a bit longer then usally because his hands are shaking in anger. He can't believe Soap did this. He's furious ready to chew Soap out, to punish him, hell even to get him kicked out of the 141. He opens the door and need a few minutes to understand what's going on.

Soap looks at Ghost with fear full eyes, tears are gathering. That's it his secret is out, he's fucked. Ghost just stands there looking at the Alpha Omega on the floor of the shower. And still he looks behind the door as if a person would hide there. It's the only hiding spot because the bathroom only has a small window no human could fit through. Ghost looks back at Soap before he growls confused. Wasn't the Omega in the bathroom? Did he make a mistake and the scent don't comes from the bathroom? He trys to make sense of everything. Soap is not moving terrified of what Ghsot will do now. His breathing getting worse and worse while he's feeling panic constricting his chest. "Soap?", Ghost ask finally sounding uterly confused he can smell Ghosts concern. In the end the only think that makes sense to Ghost is that the Omega scent must come from Soap but that's not possible Soap is a Alpha, just like him right? But it's the only logical explanation that is left. "Soap what is going on?", he ask slowly getting closer to the absolute terrified Omega on the floor. Soap starts to cry instead of answering and Ghost instincts are taking over. He turns the shower of and then puts the Omega in a towel before kneeling in front of him, not caring that his pants are getting wet. He carefully touches Soap who is still crying wishing the tears of his face. "Shh, Johnny, talk to me I'm not mad at you", Ghost says calmly while Soap crys so bad he's getting hick ups. "I.. I'm sorry", Soap sobs still absolute terrified. "Don't have to be, please explain it to me", Ghost sooths him further while all his instincts scream at him to make the Omega stop crying. "I'm, I'm a primal Omega", Soap finally spills his secret he keeped for years. Ghost frowns he heared the term before but he never looked more in to it. "You're one of the Omega that produce scent like in the stone age, right?", Ghost ask and Soap just nods along. "What happened Soap?", he asks again the concern in his voice and scent slowly fading. "Don't known never happened before", Soap says sniffing, he still smells of fear and panic and its so hard for Ghost to stay objective. No Omega should smell like this in their heat and he wants to smell a happy Omega. "When is you next heat supposed to be?", Ghost ask still soothing the crying Omega. "Early December."

Soap starts to feel uncomfortable hot, the heat slowly fighting through his panic. He looks at Ghost who don't give away anything but he's clearly thinking. "Should I call Price to get you out?", Ghost ask the most logical question for the situation. "No, please, nobody can know", Soap begs the fear in his scent flaring up again. "Soap you can't stay in heat for a week, on base there's emergency staff for heat and ruts", Ghost trys to reason Soaps scent becoming harder and harder to resist. "I will get kicked out, for lying about my status", Soap says looking at the floor, sounding small and vulnerable. Ghost bites his lips at this, clearly forgotten about this. So what now. A small voice in his brain wispers knot him, its the only solution. No, there must be other thinks they can do first. "Emergency meds are to late right?", Ghost ask and Soap just nods. "Shit. What do you need Soap?", Ghost ask they can figure this out. "Dont know, do this alone since I entlisted", Soap admits. That makes sense to Ghost of curse keeping such a secret means doing heats alone. "What do you normally do?", Ghost ask his instincts raging screaming at him that there is one so easy solution. "Use toys, drink a lot and sleep", Sopa says his face now having a constant blush. Ghost just picks him up from the floor getting a supried gasp from Soap. He uncermonly drops the Omega on the bed before he leaves the room to fetch more blankets. The pout on Sopas face is instantly wiped away when Ghost drops all the blankets and pillows on the bed. Ghost leaves the room again wordless letting Soap build his nest before he gets him some water and canola bars.

The nest is missing something, he just cant figure out what. Ghost is entering the room again and Soaps eyes are locked on his hoddie. He wants it, but how to get it. He probably can ask for it or maybe he can make Ghost ofer it to him. His thoughts are interupted by Ghost just simply climbing in the nest with him. Oh, well that also works, he feels how his blush is getting stonger at this. He didnt even gave Ghost permission to enter but he simply dont care while he burries his face in Ghost chest. He loves Ghost scent, always stealing a piece of Ghost clothing to take with him in his heats, wishing the Alpha is there with him, that he dont have to hide anymore. Spending heats alone suck, even more when you desire an Alpha. "This is a stress heat isn't it?", Ghost ask the obvious while running his fingers through Soaps mowhawk. "Yes", Soap answers before he purrs pleased. Ghost just humms to himself, made sense of course Soap would get a stress heat they worked nearly nonstop for 2 months now. No time to relax, missions neck to neck only madetory rest stoping them from geting ship out again after they end a debrief. Ghost is used to it but for an Omega that also has to fear of getting caught, way to much stess. Soap tucks at his cloths looking with lust clouded big eyes at him. Ghost shakes his head but removes the hoddie and shirt hes wearing so that Soap has skin contact. The pleased purr he gets will become his new drug, he wanted Soap to always make this sound at him.

They just cuddel for a while Soap have fallen asleep and Ghost sneaks out to call Price. He has to inform Price, so that he can work something out till they are back at base, so he can take care of Johnny with out worry. He feels selfish and hates to go behinde Soaps back like this but he has to. "Ghost your next check up is not before Thursday", Price says very concerned. "We have a unexpected problem here", Ghost says bitting his lip feeling terrible guilty. "What happened?" "Soap, fuck Soap is a primal Omega and in a stress heat", Ghost says while cooking himself a another tea, his half finished one still the counter. "Soap is... thanks for telling me Simon I gues you call me behind Soaps back?", Price says catching on how sensetiv the topic is and Ghost can picture how hes covering his eyes with his hand or lighting up a cigar. "Yes, I do this behind his back so we can figure something out. So you know he don't get kicked out." "Mhm, I fuck I will have to talk with Kate about this, we will figure something out, you take care", the 'of him' stays unsaid to dangerous anyone over hearing this. Price probably have lost atleast 15 years of his life, getting grey hair and now has to find a loop hole for Soap. It will not be easy. "Thanks Captain and I'm sorry for not having any good news", Ghost says before ending the call. Unknown to him Soap walked in the kitchen having heared most of the call. He fells betrayed but Ghost probaly did the right thing. Having Price on their site will probably help his case a lot. Ghost heart drops the second sees Soap in the door wearing his hoddie and nothing else. Soap looks at him with big hurt eyes. "Soap, I..", Ghost trys but honestly he's not sorry he did what he had to do. "Just looking out for me", Soap finishes the sentence looking at the floor while tears are running down his face.

Ghost guilt just gets worse when he smells the sadness and hurt from Soap. He drinks his tea bruning his mouth badly because its still hot so he has a few more moments to think about what to say. "Price and Laswell will figure something out", Ghost says knowing it will not make anything better. Soap just nods still looking at the floor using the long sleeve to wipe away the tears. "I will be in my nest", he says before leaving again while Ghost drinks the rest of his tea. Ghost does things for the sake of being busy. He dont really need to do any of these thinks but he wants to give Soap some space. After 3 hours he looks if Soap needs anything, having nothing left to do. Soap is sleeping in his nest still wearing his hoddie. The water bottles empty so Ghost replaces them. "Ghost?", Soap asks voice barely a wisper when Ghost nearly left the room. "Yes?" "Want to cuddel", Soap says sounding a bit like a kid demanding something from their parents. Ghost just smiles before carefully entering the nest again. "Im sorry", Ghost apologies the 'for going behind your back' is left unsaid. Soap looks at him before slowly nodding. "You think they will figure something out?", Soap ask unsure playing with the sleeve of the to big hoodie. "I hope they do", Ghost says not wanting to make promises he cant keep. "We're solid?", Ghost ask after a while. "Still angry about doing it behind my back, but", Soap starts needing time to think about how to finish the sentece. "but, I guess it will be easier now with some help, less lonely." Ghost humms to signal he understands thinking about what Soap says. They stay silent after this both lost in thought.

"Ghost", Soap whines feeling how the heat gets unbareble. "What do you need?", Ghost ask knowing his tiptoeing a fine line here. "Knot", Soap stats in a impacient way, as if to say why didnt you knot me already. "Soap, I...", Ghost stammers his brain telling him they need to talk about this first, laying down rules while his insticts are howling in triumph. "Please", Soap whines strangeling Ghost laps. "Johnny", Ghost warns but it loses impact when he dont shove the Omega of. Soap start moving his hips against Ghost jeans making them weat with his slick. "Okey, Johnny, we need to talk about somethings first okey?", Ghost says stoping the movement of Soap with his hands. Soap makes a displeased sound at this but still nods in agreement. "No biting at all, if you break the no biting rule I will leave. And Soap nothing changes between us after this", Ghost says making a displeased face with how his pants is now sticking to him. "Fine, and now but your big knot in to me", Soap says impatient and a bit to fast for Ghost liking. "You dont have any rules?", Ghost ask concerned. "Cant think of some when all my brain does is graving a knot", Soap admits looking mortifyed. "If you dont like anything you say stop okey?", Ghost says trying to make this situation as proffesional as possible. No feelings just a quick fuck so Soap hopefully gets out of heat as fast as possibel. "Okey", Soap aggres tuging at Ghost hands to signal to get them removed. Ghost keeps them there seeing how demanding Soap will get, before his brain only things about fucking the Omega so good he will ask him to spend his next heat with him. Soap tugs again at Ghost arms looking annoyed. "Ask for it, nicely", Ghost says smirking hidden under the mask. "Can you please, very nicely fuck all the stress out of me? Today?", Soap ask snarky and impatient. Ghost is predenting to think about it before he start moving Soaps hips. The annoyed look of Soap gets replaced by a satisfied smile. "To fuck all the stress out?"; Ghost ask curious while moving his hands up on Soaps waiste. "Yes, its a stress heat, so you need to fuck all the stress out of me", Soap answers and Ghost is sure that this dont work this way. "Fuck you so good you pass out on my knot?", Ghost chuckels asking more as a joke. "You wish you could", Soap says as a challenge and oh Ghost will for sure try now. Ghost picks up Soap from his lap to place him on the bed again, so he can finally get out of the now soaked jeans, they are also getting uncomfortable tight. Soop is moving his hands to open up Ghost belt and fly, hurrying to get the pants of the much as he can. Ghost shakes his head at Soaps impatience. He stand up to get fully undressed besids his mask and Soap is gasping.

Ghost grins at this, knowing that Soaps eyes are clued to his dick piercings. "Like what you see?", Ghost ask knowing the answer is yes, because Soaps scent is getting stronger as he produces more slick. "Shit, isent that a hazard in the field?", Soap ask slowly looking up to meet Ghost eyes. "Nobody sees them normaly", Ghost says shrugging. "Fuck", Soap gasps feeling how his hole is cleanching. "Thats the plan", Ghost chuckels before he gets on the bed again. Soap gives him a telling look clearly not impressed by his littel joke. Ghost thinks about stripping Soap out his hoodie but he thinks it's hoter to let the Omega wear it while he fucks him making the piece of clothing smell off them. He probably will never wash it if he can get it back from Soap, it's also a nice protection from accidental bits just like his mask. Soap gets a bit impatient taking things in his own hands, presenting himself to Ghost using his hands to spread his ass cheeks. Ghost is growling at this, fuck Soap will ruin him, as much as he wants Soap to not have anyone besites him he risks to not want anyone besides Soap.

Sopa looks over his shoulder dirty smile on his face silently asking what Ghost is waiting for. The Alpha swallos before he plans what to do with Soap. Thinking about his options like if he prepares for a mission. "Ghost", Soap whines. "You gave me a challenge littel Omega, let me plan how to succeed it", Ghost says before kneeling on the bed. Sopa shivers at this a flush of slick leaking out him. Ghost swipes some of the slick of with his fingers before using it to loop up his dick with it. Soap is gasping shivering in anticipation. "Bet you taste delicious", Ghost says before shoving 2 fingers in Soaps leaking hole. Soap is moaning waiting to give a smart ass reply but he's to focused on what the fingers are doing. "Just have to lift up our mask to get a taste", Soap pants out, when Ghost finds his prostate. Ghost just humms in agreement, chocking down a 'next time then'. He should not offer a next time. "You should move your arms in the front Johnny", Ghost says while pushing 2 more fingers in Soap. "Don't need to stretch me that much", Soap complains but is moving his arms in front of him. "I have a big knot, dont want it to hurt, want to make sure you're ready to take it", Ghost says having problems to keep his instincts down. Both of them now smell aroused and needy. Soap moves a bit so he can look at Ghost dick again, was to focused on the piercing to register the sice of Ghost. And Ghost is right he is big, his knot probably just as thick as his dick. "Give it to me", Soap demands getting impatient. "Demanding littel Omega aren't you", Ghost states not stoping to stretch Soap as long as his patience let him. "Just know what I want", Soap states pouting a littel bit. "Mhm, that you do", Ghost agrees pulling his fingers out using the slick that's running down his fingers to again lube his dick up. He moves Soaps hips to his liking before lining up his dick.

"Ghost", Soap complains impatient wanting to finally have a knot in him, brain only tracking this goal, to get the knot from the Alpha he's yearning for. Ghost pushes all in one move, beeing suprised how wet and lose Soap is. "Fuck are primal Omega also having special heats, don't think a Omega even in heat is able to do this before", Ghost groans his instincts screaming at him to not hold back that this Omega can take everything he's giving him. "Don't know, it's always like this", Soap says clenching around Ghost, trying to not get jealous about the Omegas Ghost fucked in the past. "Ready?", Ghost ask placing his hands on Soaps hips. "Was ready 10 minutes ago", Soap remarkes looking over his shoulder his pupils blown wide. Ghost pulls out till only his tip is still in and pushes in one hard trust. Soaps mouth drops open a gasp leaving his lips. Ghost trust are deep and hard and Soap loves it. With every trust he pushes Soaps upper body forward. "Thats everything you have?", Soap provokes wanting more. Ghost says nothing trying to ignore Soaps comments, holding his instincts at bay to not fuck Soap till he passes out. "Get better sex with my knot toy", Soap pushes further, trying to get fucked harder with out asking for it. "Is that so?", Ghost asks with faked curiosity. "Yeah, would already have come atleast twice with it."

"You asked for it, no complaining later, Sergeant", Ghost says before he stops holding back. Soap huffs amused before Ghost presses his face in the sheets. The trusts turn brutal the slapping of skin against skin is filling the room. Soap loves it Ghost thick dick rubing against his prostate with every thrust and its heavenly. Its not long till Soap comes for the first time, untouched. And Soap is pressing himself more against Ghost dick. "Si...", he chockes out. Ghost just keeps going so focused on keeping the perfect angle, keeping up the speed and deepness. Soap feels the over stimulation and tears start to fill his eyes. "Ghost", he moans, squirming trying to get away from Ghost now. Ghost grabs his hips stronger making it hard to move them. "Si...mon, ahh to much...", Soap sobs not abel to take more of the brutal asult of his prostate. Ghost don't stop, all he can think about is how good the Omega feels, how good he's taking him, how perfect the Omrga is, that this perfect littel Omega has to be his. "Si, Simon, stop", Soap sobs out and Ghost does stop instantly buried deep in to the Omega. Ghost is panting his mask sticking to his face from his sweat. He carefully pulls Soaps hair so he can see Soaps face. Tears are running down Soaps face, a line of slavia runnig down his chin, Soap looks absolute destroyed by just his cock, his knot not even had began to swell yet. "Better then your toys, Johnny?", Ghost can't keep the question to himself sounding proud and smug about the state Soap is already in. "Yes", Soap sobs, slowly calming down by the break. "Think you can take it?", Ghost ask darkly his eyes eating Soap alive. "Take what?", Soap ask inocently playing dumb, but the look in his eyes tell him Soap knows exactly what he means. "My knot", Ghost wispers directly in to Soaps ear, getting a gasp and a shiver as answer. "Will ride your knot dry", Soap answers licking over his lips. Ghost pulls out at this laying on his bag. "You can try", he says knowing Soap will not back down from the challenge.

Soap sits on Ghost hips, still needing a bit to calm down. He uses the time to touch everything bit of skin. Tracing the scars on Ghost, some he know the mission they are from others are from the time before 141. Ghost gives this to Soap trying to holt the urge down to just pick him up and let him slowly sink down on his dick again. "You ever thought about a nippel piercing?", Soap asks courios. "Had them before I entlisted with 22", Ghost humms, rubbing circles in Soaps thights. Soap purrs at the information pleased to get some rare personal information from Ghost. "Shame I don't feel the ones you have", Soap says hinting on wanting to do this out of heat again hoping Ghost picks up on it. Ghost stops the movement of his fingers, his eyes turning dark. He just pushes Soap up a before moving Soaps ass over his hard dick. He slowly pushes Sopas hips down till he's all in the Omega again. Slick is not even leaking out of Soap anymore it's more like a constant stream of slick. He moans turned on how easy Ghost can move him around even with Soap beeing a rather big Omega. "Simon", Soap gasps scandalised his dick twitching, before he starts circeling his hips and Ghost loves to see all the littel reactions on Soaps face. How hes bitting is lower lip, how hes closing his eyes everytime he gasps, how his mouth goes slack everytime Ghost brushes his still sensetiv prostate. "Thought you wanted to ride my knot dry Johnny", Ghost teases knowing Soap will likely not make it because outside of ruts he has a lot of stamina to fuck an Omega. Its a reason why he was on emergency heat duty before he became the Ghost. "Every last drop, I will get from you", Soap huffs when he starts to move a up and down. And seeing Soap makes Ghost go feral, he loves how Soaps his throwing his head back when ever he hits his prostate just right, loves how he's scratching over his chest and leaving bloddy strips on him. He feels how is knot it's starting to get interested. And Soaps legs are shaking from the effort hes ridding Ghost and Soap whines at him. "Problem?", Ghost ask smug. "I'm peachy", Soap moans getting a raised eyebrow from Ghost, but he still moves his hands to Soaps ass helping him move changing the speed up a bit. Making it slower seeing how Soaps legs are shaking more and more under the effort. "Simon", Soap hisses trying to put some of his weight more on his arms. Ghost starts trusting up in Soap keeping the slow pace, feeling how Soap is clawing his shoulders. "Need..", Soaps whines what ever he wanted to say gets stopped by his second orgasm, covering Ghost whole chest with cum. Ghost stops his movement, watching Sopas reaction. How spit is running down the corner of his mouth, how he closes his eyes and the moan that Soap is making sinfull. Every pornstar wishes they could moan like Soap in this moment.

When the orgasm calms down Soap flops on Ghost chest, not carrying he still wears Ghost hoddie or that the chest is covered in cum. "Looks like you failed", Ghost wispers in his ear darkly. "Failed what?", Soap asks still blissed out. "Riding my knot dry", Ghost chuckels before kissing Soaps forhead. Soap opens his eyes giving Ghost a heated look before stating: "Just taking a break." Ghost laughs foundly at this, rubbing his hands over Soaps back. "Sure you are." "How close was I?", Soap ask when he catched his breath. "Closer then other Omegas ever got", Ghost states. "What's that supose to mean?", Soap asks displeased by the answer. "I usaly fuck 4 to 5 orgasm out of a Omega in heat, before they pass out on my knot", Ghost wispers directly in his ear, a new gush of slick running out of Soap. "You like this, don't you?", Ghost ask groping the as of the Omega. "Liar", Soap says not believing Ghost can go that long. Ghost just flips there positions Soap now with his back on the bed with Ghost over him. Soap is wrapping his legs around Ghost hips not even thinking about it. Ghost takes his as a sign to start fucking into Soap again. Soap moans helplessly and Ghost can't hold back anymore. "So perfect, taking me so fucking perfect, best Omega I ever fucked", Ghost praises Soap. Soap keens at the praise. "Please", Soap wimpers out. "Want my knot?", Ghost asks knowingly. "Yes, please breed me Alpha", Soap begs, making Ghost fuck so hard into him the bed is hitting the wall. "How much you want my knot Johnny?", Ghost ask feeling how is knot is slowly swelling. "Want it so bad, want your cum leaking out of me", Soap moans. "You can do better, Johnny", Ghost says nuzzling in to Sopas neck. The scent of Soap is clouding all his thoughts. "Simon.. fuck I had..", Soap moans out stopping sudenly as if he can't finish the sentece. "Tell me, will knot you so good if you do", Ghost promises. Soap says something in his chest so fast he can't understand it. "Say it again Omega", Ghost growls making Soap come again just by the sound of his voice. "Bought a new toy so I have a fat knot in me and can pretend it's yours", Soap babbles out in his post orgasme bliss. "Yeah, how long you want my knot Johnny?", Ghost ask curios his knot now fully swollen. "Since Chicago", Soap moans, tears running down his face in overstimulation. With his next trust Ghost knot is in Soap and Ghost just praises him. Telling how good he's taking all of him. "Please Alpha fill me up", Soap sobs out. "Call me that again", Ghost orders loving how Soap is calling him Alpha, feeling how he is about to come. A brutal trust agaisnt Soaps prostate and Soap is screaming of the top of his lungs. "Alpha!" 3 trust later and Ghost is cumming deep in to Johnny. And Soap is cumming again and passes out. Making Ghost humm pleased with himself. Fuck he wants to claim Soap so badly and the high of his orgasm is washed away by his frustration to not being able to have Soap that way.

When Soap wakes up he's feeling less hot already. A hand is playing with his hair and the musky earthy smell of Ghost is filling his nose. He can't believe he that Ghost really made him pass out on a knot. Embarrassment is making his face burn. He purrs happy just enjoying the soft touches, trying not to think about the passing out part to much. He's laying on Ghost his head testing on his board chest. "Soap your solid?", Ghost asks calm. "Yeah", Soap answers sleepy. "How's your heat?" "Better." "Good, you think you can handel tonight alone?" Soaps purr stops abruptly and a feeling of disgust and being used is spreading through him. Of course Ghost just knoted him so the mission can go on with out a problem. The nice fantasys he made up in his brain are shattering in million pieces. Ghost told him, that nothing would change, but for Soap everything changed. "Yes" he answers hoping his scent is not already changing from happy to the mix of emotions he is feeling. But of course Ghost smelled it how could he not? They smell like each other, and in a long time Ghost actually likes his own scent that his so similar to his father's. "Soap" "I.. just thought... that you would stay atleast to night..", Soap says feeling pathetic for getting his hopes up. Ghost stays silent for a while and is probably thinking about a nice way to let him down. "I want to, but I can't", Ghost finally says sounding sincere.

"But you haven't sleeped at all." Soap knows hes grasping at straws to find a way for Ghost to stay. Ghost laughts amused at this knowing what Soap is doing. Both of them know that Ghost operated on less sleep in way dangerous missions. "Determined littel Omega aren't you", Ghost says fondly starting to play with Soaps hair again. "Im not littel", Soap pouts. "But I really can't target is planning something big, Laswell for sure would love the information of to night", Ghost explains hating to leave the Omega. Soap pouts some more understanding that this is important but more importantly that Ghost really would like to stay if he could. "But you come back right after?", Soap asks the 'to me' hangs in between them unsaid. Ghost pulls Soaps head up by his hair getting a pleased moan out of the Omega. Soap looks in Ghost uncovered face can't help the pleased purr at the look of the gorgeous Alpha in front of him. "Of course, will probably have to fill you up again when I'm back", Ghost growls loving the eager nodding of Soap. He stops the movement of Soaps head with holding his chin and Soaps looks at him like a dear in the headlights. He tilts Soap head up a bit, hearing the gasp Soap is making before he leans down to finally kiss the Omega as a promise.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #johnny soap mactavish #omegaverse #omega soap #alpha simon ghost riley

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CW: talks of abuse, hallucinations, ABO, homophobia and slurs

Ghost has helped Soap keep his hidden gender as an Omega secret for well over a year. He figures it out instantly, trying to tell himself it was because of his training and his status as an Alpha, not the fact that they might well be fated mates. It’s rare, but it’s also said that in every ten alphas one will have a fated Omega, so not impossible.

Soap didn’t realise that the other knew, pretending not to know that he clicked Ghost as his intended on the first day. He assumed Ghost didn’t realise because of Soap’s lies of being an Alpha.

But then his heat hits on a mission and he watches as Ghost kills three of their own operatives after two of them tried to force Soap while he was vulnerable. Later he would process that Ghost killed the other poor sod, a Beta, simply because he knew what Soap was. Ghost himself held back, biting a hole into his tongue as he got Soap to safety and made up lie after lie about a spontaneous rut.

Yet, even though Ghost knows he’s an Omega and that the two are fated to be intendeds, he does nothing. I’m fact, he seems almost awkward. Somehow trying to get as close to Soap as he can but also snapping at him or not speaking at all.

It’s after two weeks that Ghost subtly asked Soap to visit his room so they can talk. Soap, angered and hurt, is ready to yell and scream at him for not doing his job as an Alpha and caring for his Omega. But before he can, Ghost speaks in the quietest voice Soap has ever heard. Broken, small, and so unlike the man he knew.

“I kept your secret, Johnny… can, can you keep one for me?”

Soap looses all his rage in an instant, worry and relief at the trust being shown to him. He nods, a warm and hopefully safe smile taking over his face.

Ghost, though Soap has the feeling it’s actually Simon, fiddles his fingers like a child, “I, um, have these… fuck, I have these voices. In my head but not, like they talking to me without being there. My dad, my brother… sometimes me mum. They say things to me, horrible things, bout me being weak and a fag. Saying I can’t, can’t love ya.”

Johnny can’t help the tears that well in his eyes. He’s heard the rumours of what Simon faced, abuse and torture, but being followed by such things with hallucinations? It was a torture in himself. Was that why…?

Simon continues, “I thought they were right for so long. It’s man and woman and all that, but then you showed up. You’re nothing like they describe. You aren’t a slut or submissive, not weak and needing control and it’s confused the fuck out of me, Johnny. You make everything they say, then and now, so wrong, yet… this feels so natural. I’m scared, Johnny. Only my mums voice is nice to me but she’s… she’s fading. Don’t say much any more these days. Last thing I heard was, ‘be good to any omega, be better than him.’ But Johnny, I don’t fucking know how to do that!”

That’s it for Johnny, he too looses his composure and holds a sobbing Simon to his chest, cooing and kissing at his hair. He holds him as tight as he can, letting all the love he dreamed of giving his intended and their future kits take form in his gentle purring and careful touches.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

#modern warfare #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #abo dynamics #alpha ghost #omega soap

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sudzymactavish · 1 month

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Also, the rest of the 141 would be involved :)

#cod modern warfare #john mactavish #gay #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #sudzysspews #a/b/o #omegaverse #omega soap #alpha ghost

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 9 months

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I read a fic of an Alpha Ghost degrading an Omega Soap (in the non-sexy way) and my immediate thought was Soap just fucking hurling a chair at Ghost and then going absolutely feral when Ghost loses his mind at him for it.

Cause yeah Soap’s an omega but he didn’t fight against every stereotype, every bad word and demotion over his status just to reach his rank and have people talk to him like that. Is it the best way to go about it? No, definitely not. Does he give a single shit when Ghost is looking at him with a slight hint of fear in his stupid masked face? Definitely fucking not.

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Fluff, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Domestic, Scenting, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Omega John "Soap" MacTavish, Alpha Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alpha Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Selectively Mute Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Intersex Omegas, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Cock Warming, Consensual Somnophilia, Alpha/Omega/Alpha, there is no mpreg! Summary:

John nods his head, his gaze wanders to Roach as he coaches a recruit at the pull up bar. The alpha isn't touching them just standing off to the side with one hand on his hip. John feels possessive, Ghost follows his gaze.

"You want Gary, love?"

John nods again because he does, please he really wants them both. Just need. Ghost applies pressure on his neck to calm their omega down. He doesn't want any alpha to get the privilege of smelling their omega.

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dovabunny · 9 months

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Despite being and omega, Soap is the best hand-to-hand fighter on the base, undefeated even against Ghost.

What he doesn't tell people is the he's not the best DESPITE being an omega, he's the best BECAUSE he's an omega. He gets smug at the compliments because he doesn't want to tell the 141 that he got this good at defending himself barehanded because if he didn't.... Well. That's not something he wants to think about.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #boy has been protecting his virtue with teeth nails and fists since he presented #love the idea that Soap had a lovely family but grew up in a very rough part of town where it was punch or be punched #omegaverse #omega soap

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 15: Bonnie

Summary: Your heat is over and your pack has moved on with their lives, settling back into the familiar routine. Except, some things have begun to change, and you're not entirely sure if its for the better.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 7456 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral, handjobs, overstimulation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, switch Johnny, Johnny's lingerie kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, mention of nightmares, brief talk about killing and violence, insomnia, fluff, and of course a bit of angst

A/N: This chapter was an absolute bitch to write. I'm not kidding this was a nightmare. I'm happy with the changes I've made though, and how things are progressing. We've made a little bit of a time jump here, but not much. I think I'm getting sick so, posting the chapter before I inevitably pass out again. Oh, and Happy Easter everyone that celebrates.

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Your eyes fly open as the alarm blares. They burn as you squint against the bright phone light. An arm reaches over you, the warm skin sliding against your back as he fumbles to turn off the offending noise.

You let out a quiet groan as you catch the numbers dictating the time on the screen before the phone is placed back on the nightstand. “‘S too early.” You grumble, rubbing at your crusty eyes.

“Go back to sleep.” John murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before he shifts, climbing over you to get out of the bed. He tucks the blankets back around you before slipping into the bathroom.

You won't go back to sleep. The last time you'd glanced at the time on your phone had been two hours ago, at 2 A.M. You’ve been awake most of the night, as you have been the last couple nights. You haven't been sleeping well. It was like your heat opened a floodgate and now every time you close your eyes, you're transported back into the past, back when you were a child. Back when things weren't fine.

You've started trying to avoid sleep, waking constantly during the night from nightmares or from your brain’s own fear of them starting back up. It’s only been a week since your heat ended, and yet you feel no more rested than you did coming out of it. Nothing you’ve tried has worked, not even staying awake until you inevitably pass out prevents your subconscious mind from pulling up the horrible memories of your past.

Even sleeping next to your alpha hasn’t provided any comfort for your mind. His presence isn’t enough to quell the fear in your mind that the nightmares might come back, that the memories might surface.

Even he can’t protect you from this.

You close your eyes as the bathroom door opens again, pretending to sleep as John dresses for his morning workout. He’s quiet, near silent as he moves about the room. It’s almost terrifying how quiet they can be. Though, you suppose, if your survival depends on it, it’s a skill you’d spend plenty of time honing.

John grabs his phone from the nightstand, running a gentle hand over your head before he leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You lay there for a few minutes, trying not to let the guilt eat you alive. You should tell them you’re struggling to sleep, that your mind is plaguing you with memories from your past, but you’re afraid of what they might think of you. You’re not the perfect omega, you’re not as whole as you might seem.

You’re held together with duct tape on the inside. They already have enough to worry about now, they don’t need the weight of your misery thrown on top of the loads they all carry.

You let out a long breath, turning over in John’s bed. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling the imprint of his scent on the fabric. It’s still warm where he was laying, and you shuffle over into that spot, letting your body go lax as you imagine him still there with you, arms still wrapped around your body. You want to bury yourself in his arms, press against his chest until you sink into him and become one.

Only then, perhaps you can feel safe enough to sleep.

You press your face further into the pillow, every inhale filled with John’s scent. It lulls you into a daze, the hypnagogic stage between sleep and wakefulness.

You jolt as a hand touches your arm, calluses smoothing over the bare skin. You blink your eyes open, letting out a quiet groan. It’s light outside now, the room bathed in white light instead of the yellow tinge of the nightlight John had bought for his room for you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” John says, gently squeezing your arm. He’s already dressed for the day, hair still damp from the shower. You hadn’t even noticed he’d returned.

You roll over, rubbing your eyes. “‘S fine. Didn’t even know I was asleep. Breakfast time?”

John hums, leaning over you. “Almost. You’ve got time to get ready.”

You blink up at him blearily, your mind still trying to wake up completely after your short nap. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in their blue depths. You feel like you could swim in them, his deep earthy scent drawing forward memories of camping and swimming in the lake. Memories you could pretend were happy, memories not tainted by fear and grief.

“Christ,” He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. “So fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, your lips moving against his as you kiss. You trail a hand up his arm, sliding it to his back. His shirt is soft, thin enough that you can feel the muscles in his back as you smooth your hand across his shoulder blades.

“Wish I could stay here all day.” He murmurs, his face pressing into your throat. You tilt your head for him, a quiet groan rumbling through his chest at your sign of submission. He sighs, pressing his nose against your scent gland for a moment before he straightens back up. “Got a job to do.”

You let out a groan as you stretch, arching your back. “Fuck your job.”

“I’d much rather be fucking you.” He says, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip before he stands up, grabbing the shirt you’d worn to slip into his room last night off the floor. It’s one of his, one you’d stolen from his laundry hamper while he was in the shower. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that.”

You grin, pushing the sheets down before sitting up on the edge of the bed. You rub your eyes tiredly, stretching again before pulling on his shirt, slipping your slippers on. You pad back to your room, changing into more appropriate clothes for breakfast. You’ll be left to your own devices again afterward as the guys return to their normal training schedule. You won’t be napping this time, though, you fear. Instead you’ll be looking for ways to keep yourself awake.

You and John walk hand in hand to the mess. It’s been a while since you’ve been inside of it, and you find you’ve grown to miss it a bit. You don’t miss the stares, the looks that pass over you and your entwined hands as John leads you to the line to get food. It’s like they know, like they all somehow witnessed what had transpired over the last couple weeks, like they had all been spectators to it.

John makes your tray for you again, carrying it to the table where the others are already seated. You take your normal spot next to Kyle, both him and John sitting closer to you than before. Perhaps they were picking up on your nervous energy, but even Johnny and Ghost seemed to be sitting closer. You cast a glance between them before digging into your tray. Something had transpired, but you’re not quite sure what.

You might never get to know.

It’s quiet as you eat, the coffee bitter and watery, but you don’t care. You’ll suffer anything that might give you a boost of energy to make it to lunch without falling asleep.

Johnny walks you back to the barracks after breakfast is over, his arm around your waist as you take your time crossing the courtyard. He’s oddly quiet compared to how energetic he usually is this early in the morning. Something must have happened to make him silent.

“Johnny?” You ask after a group of soldiers jog past behind you.

He hums, looking down at you. His eyes are still bright, but his brows are slightly furrowed.

“Is everything alright?” You ask carefully, not wanting to risk pushing any buttons.

“Aye.” He answers after letting out a sigh. “Jus’ an incident in the gym this mornin’. Nothing ye need tae worry about.”

You raise your brows at him, silently conveying your desire for more information, if he can give you any.

“Just some alphas talkin’ shite, like they do. Callin’ ye the 141’s whore. Askin’ if we all take turns or if ye let us all go at once.” He says, his tone practically seething as he leads you into the barracks. “Simon reminded them of their place.”

You can only imagine how that went.

Despite their obvious tension at the jabs made at you by the other alphas, you don't feel as angry as you probably should. Being called a whore was a bit demeaning, but part of what was said wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps it's just some leftover hormones surging from your heat, or maybe being claimed has shifted your feelings towards your packmates, but the idea of being shared by them has warmth spreading through you. The mental images piecing together in your mind of taking them all at once would probably make the alphas that made that jab at you blush furiously.

“Johnny?” You ask, turning to him when you reach your door.

“Aye?” He stares down at you, his blue eyes soft as they gaze down into your own.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t mind if at least part of what they said was true...” You sink your teeth into your lip. “You...uh...you’ve been waiting for a while...for your turn.”

He gulps, shifting slightly on his feet. You can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited or something in between.

“Well, I’ve been officially cleared to partake in more...strenuous activities..”

“Christ.” He breathes, crowding you against the door. For a moment you’re worried he might just do it right here, right now, but instead he leans in, close enough you can smell the coffee he had with his breakfast. “I’d love that, kitten.” He bites his own lip as he stares down at yours. “Let me know, and I’ll be ready for you.” He leans down, closing the short distance between you as he kisses you.

You lean into him, kissing him back. It feels like the first time you kissed him, except you can feel the hunger, the restraint behind this kiss. You can feel how much he’s been holding back, how long he’s waited to finally have this moment. To think of anyone desiring you in such a way makes your head spin. He wants you for you, not what you can do for him, not what you can give to him. Not even just for what’s between your legs, even if that’s what you’re going to do.

He wants to be with you because you’re you. He doesn’t have to, he could choose not to, but he does.

He pulls away, staring down at you. His eyes are darker now, speaking promises of what’s to come. “When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”

“You're tired.”

You blink, your gaze snapping to his face. You had been drifting thoughtlessly, quite enamored with a single spot on the floor. You're not sure how long he let you stand there, empty-headed and practically dozing upright.

You rub your eyes, trying to force your brain back to awareness. “It's early.” You give the excuse, toeing off your shoes. “Been a while since we've done this.”

“You're going to have to work extra hard to gain it all back.” Ghost says, pulling off his sweatshirt.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his arms, the strength in them, the tattoos on his skin. You bite back the desire to move closer, to get just a glimpse at one close up. You want to sit and trace them, hear the story of every single one. You want to push his sleeve up, watch the way his muscles bulge and flex, see how far his tattoo goes up his arm.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, moving onto the mat before you do something embarrassing like starting to drool. You watch him as he stands at the edge of the mat, brown eyes taking you in as you stand there. Something tickles in the back of your mind, a hint of fear, the sense of sudden danger prevalent. What would you do if he suddenly ran at you? Try to dodge and make it to the door? Where would you go? The med center again?

“Easy.” He grumbles, sensing your obvious tension.

Your gaze snaps back to him, his posture relaxed as he stays still. “I'm putting a lot of trust in you.”

“I know.” He says, standing almost as still as a statue. You wonder how he can possibly be so still, but you suppose it's something he learned to do. “I should never have broken that trust in the first place.”

Your eyes widen, brows lifting as you stare at him. You didn't expect such a straightforward apology from him. You haven't really gotten one, until now. You hesitate as you stand there in silence, Ghost obviously waiting for your response.

“I don't know if I can forgive you.” You finally say.

“You shouldn't.” He shrugs, his gaze shifting to the wall behind you. “Even if you weren't really in danger, it was still a dick move.”

Your eyebrows raise even higher. “An apology and admitting you were a dick? Should I be worried?”

He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “Consider it an offering of amicability, for Johnny. I know you two are getting close, so inevitably we're going to find ourselves around each other more often than we have previously.”

“Well, I suppose I could accept that.” You say, shifting on your feet. “I don't think you could convince Johnny otherwise.”

“Hardly. He wouldn't listen anyway.” He finally moves, shifting on his feet. “You gonna put your hackles down so I can approach?”

You take a deep breath, relaxing the tension in your body. You don't really have a reason to fear him, despite what he did. He hasn't given you a reason to fear him since then, and he's even gone so far as to apologize in his own way. John wouldn't have allowed this to start again if he didn't trust Ghost not to do something that might put you in danger.

John trusts him, so you should be able to as well.

Ghost slowly approaches, your eyes watching him carefully until he's directly in front of you. You stare up at him, holding his gaze. You wish you could see the rest of his face on the off chance it might give you a hint at what he's thinking and feeling. You wonder if that's partially why he wears the mask.

Ghost holds out his hand and you place your own in his. It's so much bigger than yours, his long fingers engulfing your wrist as he wraps your hand. You could probably do it yourself by this point, but you like making him do it. You like the way his hands hold yours, the roughness of his skin against your own.

He starts out reviewing things you already know. Punches, kicks, dodging. It doesn't take long for you to get back into the groove of things, moving like it hasn't been nearly a month since your last training session. You notice the fatigue faster than you had during your last session, but you expected that after almost a month, paired with your heat two weeks ago.

“Now, punching and kicking will only get you so far in a fight.” He says, giving you a moment to breathe. “Almost all fights are going to end up on the ground. Even if your goal is disarming enough to escape, the chances of you and your opponent ending up on the ground is highly likely.”

He swipes your feet out from under you before you can even blink, nearly knocking the wind from you as you land on the mat on your back. He’s on you quickly, dropping to his hands and knees over you. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him above you, his hulking form seeming even larger from this angle. Your mind begins to run wild, imagining all the things that could happen in this position.

“Focus.” He grumbles, arms flexing as he presses his hands into the mat where they rest on either side of your head. “You don’t want to be in this position in a fight. You’re too vulnerable.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You are vulnerable like this. Even with him, someone who doesn’t want to hurt you, it would be so easy. Your head begins to turn, your gaze leaving his as instinct begins to take over.

“No.” He snaps, gripping your chin to turn your head back so he’s looking in your eyes. “You do that in a fight, you’re not going to see the other side.”

You gulp, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers on your face, the firmness of his grip as he keeps you from showing submission to him. That’s not why you’re here. He’s right. If you do that in a fight, it’ll be over before you even have a chance to run.

“Your legs are far stronger than your arms. Use them to your advantage.” He says, showing you how to get him into the right position to flip him.

You know he’s helping you as you flip him onto his back. If he really was fighting you, you’re not sure you could have done it, even if you managed to land enough of a hit to disarm him. You wind up on top of him, sitting on his stomach. The position doesn’t help your racing thoughts, and you pray you can keep enough control over yourself so you don’t make it obvious.

“Use your legs to pin my hands.” He directs you. You shift your knees slightly, trapping his hands against the mat. “Good.” He says, laying still under you. “You can’t hold a bigger opponent down here for long, but that’s not the point. This gives you a moment of opportunity to go for the face or the neck. Stun them and that gives you a headstart. If you have a weapon available, then you have one less person to worry about chasing you.”

You gulp at his words. It hadn’t even crossed your mind during your training. He had said it so simply, so easily. You suppose it is to him, after years of doing it, after countless moments where it’s his life or theirs. Is that what he tells himself? Is that how he rationalizes it? Is there so much blood on his hands now that killing is as easy as breathing?

You wonder how they all rationalize it. They all have blood on their hands, they all have killed, and will kill again. Every time they leave and come back, it’s with more blood, more nameless faces on the list of lives they've taken, all in the name of the greater good.

Is violence and death really the path to the greater good?

“What?” He asks, sensing your inner turmoil.

You sit back on his stomach, your body rising and falling with his even breaths. “I don’t know if I could do it.”

He tugs his hands from beneath your knees easily, resting them on the mat next to your legs. You can feel his fingers twitch as the blood rushes back into them. “You might not have much of a choice.” He says, holding your gaze. There’s a softness in his gaze you have never seen before. “Sometimes it’s the only choice. If they’re attacking you, they’re better off dead. Even if their goal is to take you alive, the things they’ll do to you.” He shakes his head.

He’s speaking from experience. You know he’s seen things, witnessed the brutality omegas are subjected to at the hands of the worst kinds of alphas and betas. He’s watched omegas die in front of him while he’s sat helpless.

His hand lifts, cupping the back of your head to pull you down closer to his face. You catch yourself with your hands on either side of his head, fighting the urge to tense your shoulders. His hand doesn’t move from the back of your head, his fingers not even twitching as he holds you steady.

“If they’re willing to do it to you, how many others have been on the receiving end? If you’re not willing to be the last, how many others will come after you?” He says, his gaze intense as he stares at you. “I hope you never have to, but you always have to prepare for the worst.”

He holds you there for a breath, staring up into your eyes before he releases you, flipping you off of him and onto your back on the mat. He pushes himself up to stand, staring down at you as you lay there, catching your breath and thinking over the last few moments that transpired.

“Come on. It’s almost time for breakfast.”

It’s quiet in the rec room. The TV is off for once, only the hum of electricity and the occasional turning of a page the only sound breaking the silence. You and Ghost are the only two in the rec room, both of you relaxing silently as you read. He’s in the chair as usual, and you’re stretched out on the couch.

You’re only halfway paying attention to your book, still thinking over your conversation with Johnny earlier, and what transpired in the gym during your training session yesterday. You know how much Johnny wants to be with you, and you're more than willing to go that far with him. You like Johnny, more than just as a packmate. It's hard not to fall for him with his confidence and his playful demeanor. You know he's been desperate to take things to the next level too.

All he's waiting on is you saying the word.

He will never force you into it. He'll impatiently wait for you to go to him, to tell him that you want it. All jokes and teasing aside, you know he'd never make you feel like you were being forced into something.

The thought makes you want to cry.

“Pull his hair.” Ghost’s voice cuts through the silence, nearly making you jump.

You lower your book so you can see him, eyebrows raising in surprise at his words. “What?”

“When you finally fuck Johnny, grab him by the mohawk. He likes it.” Ghost says, not even looking up from his own book.

You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering for a moment if he can read minds, or if you’re just not quite as subtle as you think you’re being.

“I'll, uh, keep that in mind.” You say, lifting your book again to hide your blushing face.

The room descends into silence once more, the two of you continuing to read as if nothing had happened, as if that conversation hadn’t transpired. You wish it felt that way in your mind, though. The mental images Ghost’s words have drawn up drowning out the words on the pages that you’re trying to read. You’re trying not to get worked up further, but you can’t help it. After your training session and the thoughts that had come to mind with Ghost, and now these new images of Johnny, you’re sure your scent has begun to sweeten with arousal.

You need to rectify this, and fast.

You knock on the door, shifting nervously on your feet. Your hands have disappeared in your sleeves, the weight of your phone in your pocket the only thing keeping you from floating to the ceiling and dissipating into the air from the anxiety.

Your stomach nearly drops from your body as the door swings open, Gaz standing there in his full glory.

“Everything alright?” He asks, staring down at you with those big brown eyes. “You look nervous.”

You swallow the nerves, nodding in response. “Yeah, I just...wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

He steps away from the door, brows still pinched in worry and confusion as he motions for you to enter. You brush past him as you step into his room, taking a look around. You haven't been in his room before. It's slightly smaller than yours and John's, and it doesn't have a private bathroom. There's artwork up on the walls, and a couple of plants on his desk, along with a few personal belongings. It's neat and tidy, not that you expected anything less.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, turning to face you after closing the door.

You take a deep breath, calming the nervous twist in your stomach. You shouldn’t be nervous. It’s a natural thing to bring up to packmates. You blame it on the fatigue from your lack of sleep putting you on edge.

“I wanted to ask you something.” You start, staring into his big brown eyes. They’re so beautiful, so expressive as they stare down at you. “Johnny and I...we’re going to...sleep together soon and...I just wanted to make sure that was okay? In case maybe you wanted to go first?”

Kyle’s lips slowly lift up into a smile as you stare at him nervously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “He’s been an absolute tosser since before your heat, and he’d only become utterly unbearable if he didn’t get to go first.” He steps up closer to you, grinning down at you. “For the sake of everyone’s sanity, I don’t mind being patient. Besides,” He leans down, his breath fanning your ear. “I at least know what you look like naked, so I can occupy myself while I wait.”

Your face burns with warmth at his words, a shiver running down your spine. He’s not wrong. He’s seen you at your most vulnerable, lost to your heat, naked and stuffed with John’s knot. Your brain flashes back to the start of your heat, the feel of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You swallow thickly, meeting his gaze as he pulls back.

“Enjoy your time with Johnny, love.” He slips his hand into yours, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re ready.”

You feel a bit out of breath as you leave Kyle’s room, and you’re sure your scent has sweetened with arousal and excitement. You might have been tempted to just jump Kyle’s bones right now, had it not been for your desire for Johnny, and your commitment to letting him be first again. You know Kyle’s right. You’d never hear the end of it if Johnny didn’t get the chance to be next in line.

Now you just have to find him and tell him the good news.

“Ye look nervous. Are ye nervous?”

“I mean, this is a big step...” You say, wrapping your arms around Johnny’s neck as he shifts you into his lap. You try not to think about how strong he is, how easily he moves you.

“Ye don’t have tae do this, if ye don’ want to.” He says, looking down into your eyes.

“It’s not that...” You say, shifting in his lap. “It’s more...there’s no going back after this.”

He wraps his arms tighter around you. “If I didnae want it, I wouldnae offer. Yer a fucking stunnin’ omega, kitten. Would be crazy not tae want ye.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, your gaze dropping from the intensity of his own. His stubble tickles your fingers as you trace the line of his jaw, working your way towards his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as your fingers trace the jagged scar on his chin.

“Just...go easy on me? At least this first time?” You say, tracing his lips with your fingers.

“‘Course, kitten.” He says, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. “Wouldnae want to scare ye away.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the implications of his words, your stomach fluttering with excitement and a hint of fear at what he could possibly be alluding to. His hand lifts, gently grasping your chin, tilting your face slightly. He closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours.

“Don’ worry.” He murmurs against your lips. “Take good care of ye.”

You hum against his lips, tasting the chocolate he’d been snacking on when you sought him out as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand leaves your chin, sliding down your throat to rest right at the base of your throat, fingers splayed across your clavicle. His thumb rests right on the edge of your mating mark, the pressure making you shiver.

Johnny pulls you tighter against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck. He moans against your lips as you shift against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass. It’s not the first time you’ve felt it, but this time it’s different. This time you’re going to do something about it.

“Fucking christ, take ye right here on this couch, if I’m not careful.” Johnny groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Then best take me to bed, Sergeant.” You say, pulling back slightly to give him what you hope is a sultry look.

The groan that’s pulled from his lips is downright salacious, something flashing in his eyes as you call him by his rank. He curses, tightening his hold around you before he stands, maneuvering you so you’re tossed over his shoulder. You let out a squeak of surprise that’s quickly replaced by giggles as he packs you down the hall to his room.

He sets you on your feet once you're inside, closing the door. You look around his room, surprised to see it full of art supplies with drawings and paintings all over the walls. You stare open mouthed, taking it all in. It's messier than John and Kyle's rooms, though there's still a sense of order to it. A chaotic order, but you suppose that explains Johnny perfectly.

“You draw?” You say, studying the art on the walls.

“Aye,” Johnny says, coming up behind you. “In my free time.”

“I didn't know that.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “They're beautiful.”

“Thank ye, kitten.” He wraps his arms around you from behind, reminding you of why you came in here in the first place. “Not quite as beautiful as you.”

Your face warms at his compliment and you tilt your head back, staring up at him. “You're such a charmer.”

“Try my best.” He grins, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Promise I'll show ye my drawings later.”

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “I know. You're desperate.”

“Been waitin’ weeks for this, kitten.” He groans, grinding against you.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You tighten your grip around his neck, jumping into his arms. He manages to catch you, stumbling half a step back as his hands grip your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting yourself so you’re face to face with him.

“Christ.” He groans against your lips, walking forward until he reaches his bed.

He drops you on your back, your body bouncing on the mattress as he settles on his knees over you. His eyes have darkened as he stares down at you, your stomach twisting in excitement. Warmth has started to pool between your legs, your scent sweetening with arousal.

Johnny’s hands are rough as they slip under your shirt, tugging it up over your head. He groans, eyes fluttering as he realizes you’re without a bra underneath. He curses quietly, something you can’t quite understand as his hands immediately close around your breasts. Your lips part as he squeezes the flesh in his hands, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the sensation as his lips close around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he’s a man starved.

Well, you suppose he is.

He has been waiting for quite a while for this opportunity. Something about it makes your brain tingle, arousal pooling in your stomach at the thought of someone desiring you that much.

It’s not just him, though. Three of the four members of your pack have expressed their desire for you in such a way. The thought makes your head spin. You’re just a simple omega, and yet, here they are going half crazy over you.

Johnny releases your nipple with a pop, shifting so he can give the same attention to the other one. Arousal continues to pool between your legs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You drag your fingernails across the back of his neck, a shiver wracking through his body, his hips grinding down against your thigh.

“Fuck,” He gasps, releasing your nipple to stare up at you.

You repeat the motion, dragging your fingers slower. His eyes roll back, hips grinding harder against your thigh. He’s so sensitive, you think, pushing your thigh up against him. He lets out what can only be described as almost a whine, rutting his hips against your leg.

“Fuck,” He curses again, pushing himself back up onto his knees. “Tonight is about you, kitten.” He takes a deep breath before slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down quickly and tossing them on the floor next to your shirt.

He sinks his teeth into his lip as he stares down at your panties, one of the pairs he got you on your shopping trip before your date with John. You had changed into them specifically for Johnny, remembering how excited he’d looked when he bought you five pairs of the lacy garments. He groans quietly as he runs his fingers over your lace covered skin, slowly lowering his fingers between your thighs. He glances up at you, meeting his gaze and you give him a nod before his fingers dip lower, trailing the wet spot on the lacy fabric.

You part your legs more for him as he rubs you through your panties, quiet moans leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction from the fabric. His eyes are still on you, glued to your face as the pleasure begins to build just from his touch. You buck your hips against his hand, searching out more. More pleasure, more of his touch, more of him.

“Look at ye, needy little thing.” He groans, his thumb dragging up your slit until he finds your clit, slowly circling it through the fabric. “Barely touched ye an’ yer cunt’s already soakin’ yer skids. Fucking sweet little thing, so needy for me, aren’t ye?”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, staring down at him. “Are you going to sit there and run your mouth all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

He grins wickedly at you. “I’m just gettin’ started, kitten.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His thumb continues to stroke you through your panties, applying more and more pressure as he gets closer and closer to your center. He whispers out a curse as he shoves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him. He leans forward, warm breath fanning your slit before he closes his mouth around you.

You gasp at the sensation, dropping back onto your back on the bed as he drags his tongue through your folds, flicking it across your clit before he closes his lips around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he did your nipples earlier. Pleasure shoots through you as he eats you like a man starved, slurping away at your pussy obscenely.

“Fuck, Johnny!” You gasp, legs trying to close around his head, but he holds your inner thighs, keeping them spread.

You’re not going to last very long, not with him alternating between sucking at your clit and swirling his tongue around it like that. He’s done this before, and you can’t help the momentary spike of jealousy at the thought of him between any other omega’s thighs now that he has you.

“Gonna cum!” You whine, hips bucking against his face.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over my face?” He groans.

You curse, your back arching as he continues to work you up, hands fisting his sheets.

“That’s it.” He groans against your clit, dragging his teeth over the sensitive bud. “Be a good omega for me.”

You cum with a cry, soaking his chin as he continues to tease you. He laps at your juices, not slowing any as he works you through your orgasm, even as you begin to shake with overstimulation.

“I-I can’t.” You gasp, the burning feeling starting to pulse through you as he continues to suck at your clit. It’s quickly becoming too much, the feeling overwhelming you.

Ghost’s words flash through your mind at that moment, his suggestion yesterday while you both spent time in the rec room reading. You reach down, sinking your fingers into Johnny’s mohawk, gripping the short strands. He lets out a groan as you tug, pulling his face from your pussy finally. His chin is glistening with your release, his tongue darting out to lick your juices from his lips.

He follows as you tug upwards, drawing him away from your pussy. He crawls up your body until you’re almost face to face, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

“I said that’s enough.” You say, slightly breathless from your orgasm, but you put as much authority in your tone as you can manage.

“Yes ma’am.” He practically whines, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sinks his own fingers into the sheets around you.

The sudden shift in control has something buzzing in your brain, the back of your neck tingling. You’re an omega. You’re not supposed to be in control, and yet, here Johnny is, practically folding in front of you. A thrill shoots through your veins at the thought of what you could make him do, what lengths he’d go to for you simply because you have him in this position.

“Take your clothes off.” You say, releasing his mohawk.

He sits back without complaint, tugging his shirt over his head. You take him in, the hard lines of his muscles, the dark hair on his chest, the line disappearing under the waistband of his pants. You lick your lips as he undoes the button on his pants, undoing the zipper before tugging them down with his boxers.

His cock is hard and practically standing at attention as he kicks his pants off. He’s slightly smaller than John, but not by much. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him inside you, but you’re not ready for that quite yet. You guide Johnny back up to your face, pressing your lips against his. You can taste yourself on him, making him groan as you lick into his mouth.

You guide him onto his back, trading places with him. He settles beneath you, his hands lifting to your hips, but you push them back as you pull away. You smirk down at him for a moment before you move, changing your position so you’re facing away from him. You trap his hands against the bed with your legs like Ghost showed you, sitting yourself on his taut stomach. He has a clear view of your ass still sporting your lacy panties, your wet folds pressed against his skin.

“Simon show ye that one?” He asks, flexing his hands under you. He could easily overpower you and free himself, but he doesn’t.

“Uh huh.” You say, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Hells bells, what are you two gettin’ into during trainin’?” He groans, obviously starting to picture the lewd things you and Ghost might be doing. You wonder how he’d react to seeing you on top of Ghost like you were yesterday.

“He’s just teaching me how to defend myself.” You say, slowly pumping his cock. “I’m finding there’s not much of a difference between fucking and fighting.”

Johnny lets out another groan, but you’re not sure if it’s because of your words, or your hand on his cock. You continue to pump his length, feeling the softness of him in your hand, squeezing gently to feel the vein running along the bottom side. Johnny lets out a choked groan, hands twitching again under your legs.

“Fuck, I cannae last much longer.” He gasps desperately, his length twitching in your hand.

Pearly white beads of precum have begun to slip from his tip, and you can’t help but lean down and drag your tongue across his head, gathering some in your mouth. He lets out a whine that rivals ones of your own, his hips bucking as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.

“Please, kitten, let me cum inside ye.” He begs, pulling his hands free from underneath you so he can grip your hips.

You pull away from his cock, sitting up on his stomach. He’s panting, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You shift yourself again, turning back around to face him. His eyes are hooded as he stares at you, pupils blown with lust. His lips are parted as he pants, sweat beading on his forehead from the strain of holding himself back. You push yourself back until you’re hovering over his cock, pulling your panties to the side with one hand, grabbing his length with the other.

You groan as you sink down onto him, bracing yourself with a hand on his stomach as he stretches you open. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing your hips as you work yourself down his length.

“Fuck,” You breathe, pressing your hands against his abs as you sink down completely onto his cock, your hips flush with his.

“So fucking tight and warm,” He groans, his grip near bruising around your hips. “Fucking feel fantastic, kitten.”

You slowly begin rocking your hips, using your hands on his stomach for leverage. Your toes are curling already from this angle, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside you with every rock of your hips. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing your legs around his hips. They’re shaking already, and you know you won’t last long in this position.

Johnny seems to notice that as well, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to guide your movements. You’re starting to sweat from the effort, your thighs burning, but it feels too good to stop. You’re getting close again, the stretch of him inside you paired with the high of having such control over him just a few moments ago driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Johnny pushes himself up as your movements begin to slow, wrapping his arms around you to shift you in his lap, laying you down on the bed facing the footboard as he slots himself over you. He takes over, thrusting into you, setting a frantic pace. Your head falls back as he pounds into you, your back arching as he folds his body over yours, pressing his face into your neck.

“Gonna cum for me? Need tae feel ye squeezing ‘round my cock.” He grunts, nipping at the skin of your throat.

You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that.” You pant, squeezing your legs around his hips. “Don’t stop!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He groans, continuing to rut into you like your pussy is the only thing that can save his life.

You practically see stars as you cum, squeezing around his cock as pleasure jolts through your body like electricity. Your hips buck against his, grinding together like some sort of forbidden dance as he’s forced into his own orgasm by your walls squeezing around him. His hips stutter before he stills, warmth spurting into you as he cums. You hold him there, his body trembling with yours as he groans into your throat.

“Fucking hell.” He moans, starting to shallowly thrust into you. He’s still hard, his cock dragging through your sensitive walls as he continues to fuck you despite having just orgasmed. “Never gonnae tire of this sweet cunt.”

He probably won’t, you think as he continues to slowly thrust into you again.

You’re in for a long night.

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