She/Her, 22, Just call me Mystic :) A very novice writer in the works, but please feel free to send criticism! This Blog will be 18+ so minors begone that means you too ageless blogs, you will receive ban bonks upon failure to comply.
I knew he would look good on an R1 or even a blacked out BWM S1000RR….. I just have to say….Tem. Honey, sweety, love of my life, thank you for this absolutely GODLY DIVINE WORK.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and lock myself up in Horny prison for 1000 years for this one.
I wanna get to to know all of my favorite authors/peeps here and I want to ask what is your favorite pet name?
Mine is pup or love!
Omg I love this ask!
Ok ok so I don’t have much experience with people using pet names on me but my favorite ones have to be Honeybun, Princess, and Sugar. Makes me feel happy hearing them!
I am coming to offer this thot to anyone who wants it because I have no brain juice to even write this.
But my mind has been on some Werewolf!Ghost action for a bit now, not just the regular giant wolf that walks in two legs no no. I'm talking about the Twilight big ass doggos type of werewolves. But only only that; the werewolf’s human form also has ears and a tail (kind of like a hybrid).
ANYWAYS I had a thot about how Price and Laswell could be were keepers parse a and they would recently capture another werewolf (I think of them being a female were because I do a lot of self inserting over here don't mind me lol) that they could potentially pair Ghost with; or whoever your thinking of babe it could be Gaz, Soap, Keegan, or even König the possibilities are endless in the spooky month.
As for you my dear sweet reader, your story is quite different; you were a lone wolf for a long time and you've never really been in a werewolf friendly place. People are fearful of your kind as most think your a mindless creature lingering for their flesh; well soon your found out to be a werewolf and are captured by a “Rehabilitation project” specifically for your kind. Your time there was actually pretty nice, you had shelter, food and you felt safe. The environment itself reminded you of your birth pack’s old hunting grounds.
Well soon after your feeling well and the veterinarian team clears you are in good health, your soon ready to be paired with the boys. But who could be a perfect fit? You needed someone to be strong and quite dominant, they also needed some pretty good genes is you know what I mean *aggressive eyebrow wiggles*
But at the same time could you IMAGINE all the trial and errors of being paired with these boys who have NO idea on how to court you properly. Ghost does show interest but doesn't even know where to start much less make a conversation with you, Gaz and Soap are beyond excited of finally having another werewolf (can guarantee soap will be too head over heels where his brain don't work much), Keegan might become too standoffish and poor König tries his best and you end up being gifted a whole ass moose.
Thanks for coming to my 12 am ADHD Ted talk (I have so much brain rot for this I just had to get it out there for you all to suffer with me please send help)
AVE IM KEEPIG THESE NOW, they are so adorable I just can't. I'm just thinking of him coming home and going to his babies room to see them even if it's late at night. And if they are fussy he will roll his mask up to sing them a lullaby and kiss their forehead to get them back to sleep.
I’m sure everyone has been wondering where I’ve been and WHY I haven’t updated anything in a HOT MINUTE. Now while I am reblogging I will come out and say it.
Currently I’m still on Hiatus because of some MAJOR life changes, this includes being discharged from the military and moving from Hawaii back to Texas with my family. I’ve also been dealing with more serious times as the added stress has made my heart condition unstable and I’ve had to go to the ER 3 times in the last few weeks.
I’m trying to work on my writing when I can but as of now, things are beyond stressful and I have no motivation to write currently.
But don’t be alarmed! I’m still working on everything it’s just been difficult for me to find time, I appreciate everyone’s support after all this time and I do hope you all are doing well!
Very curious about the aftermath of darling having to explain why they lied about taking the suppressants— would they refuse to say anything? Or during their heat would Simon & Johnny contact their doctor for something— maybe if darlings fever was higher than it should be— and found out a bit what happened to them when they were younger because they’re their medical proxy.
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Takes place after this / thank you to @ghostlythunderbird for her help!
18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / cock warming / mature themes
Simon leans over the tub, fingers swirling through the extremely hot water while you whimper and gasp against Johnny’s chest, mouth half open, nearly asleep astride his lap.
“Alpha.” You whine when he shifts, face burrowed against his skin.
“I’ve got ye, darling. I’m here.” He smoothes a hand up and down your back, soothing you, all while trying not to grit his teeth too loud.
He’s teetering on the edge, cock hard again inside your body, recovered from earlier when he finally took you as Simon soaped you clean.
Simon spreads his fingers across the the small of your back, dripping water droplets up your spine before twisting a bunch of your hair into a clip to keep it from getting wet. You’d be mad if you weren’t out of your mind in a heat haze, and your hair got wet outside of a wash day.
“Johnny.” You whimper, and the Alpha’s hand disappears beneath the water in response, patting your hip and pressing his lips to gland to settle you.
Simon really wants to pluck you from the tub and spread you to wide on the bathroom floor. He wants to spread towels out to prevent your skin from being chilled and then lay you on your back, wants to fuck his come deep into your womb until you’re gushing with it, until it takes. It’s the same way Johnny felt, when you were sitting on his lap, bouncing with your desperation, crying in need for him to fill you.
If he was in a rut, no one would have even made it to the bathroom. He would have already bred you, already fucked you full of his seed and plugged it.
But he’s not. And he’s not the one in the tub right now either, so he has to attend to the other things. Just as important, not as much fun.
“A-alpha please.” You gasp, eyes wide and teary and Johnny nods, pressing a thumb against your bottom lip, and starting back up a deep, harmonic purr in hopes of getting you back to sleep.
“I know, I know.” He coos.
Simon bends, swallowing Johnny’s lips, kissing him lazily, indulging in his pants and gasps as you tighten around him. You push at Simon’s shoulder, face screwed up in irritation, and he chuckles softly before kissing you sweetly, long and deep until you’re whining for him to get in the tub behind you.
Now that they’ve started, you’ll only stop for food and rest, and getting you to eat and drink will be a challenge in itself. Everything is shifting, your unease, distress has faded away to your instincts, your drive to be bred by them, and they’ll spend the rest of your heat giving you everything you need, soothing you and praising you, comforting you and making you feel safe, satisfying and taking care of you. They’ll flood you with their DNA, their hormones, their pheromones, completing the cycle over and over until it passes.
Simon relishes it. He loves caring for you with or without your designation, loves the idea of growing their family, of him or Johnny fucking you full of themselves until you’re swelling with their baby. It’s instinct, and primal, but so, so much more with you. You’re not just some Omega… you’re theirs. Their darling. You’ve always been theirs.
Which is why he can’t stay in the bathroom, even though he dearly wants to.
Your fingers latch onto his forearm when he pulls away, and he folds you farther into Johnny, until his mouth is above your gland and he’s licking, distracting you enough for Simon to slip away.
“Her last prescription was written six months ago, but it was a lower dosage, preparing for the weaning off time frame.” The kitchen knife slows to a stop in the middle of the apple he’s cutting, and he places it down to hold the phone firmly in his hand.
“Sorry, you said… six months?” His heart thunders in his ears. Six months? Half a year? He struggles to get a handle on the ache in his soul when he thinks about you struggling for so long, without them even knowing.
The doctor sighs.
“She was advised to inform you, to see if your work schedules could be adjusted for her heats. After being on suppressants for so long, they were anticipated to be more intense, more debilitating.”
“I- I don’t understand. Why did she come off the suppressants?”
“The long term use of suppressants have had negative impacts on her body… did she not tell you?” His stomach twists.
“No, she… failed to mention. We came home to her in the beginning of a heat but, she wasn’t herself. She was self soothing, we’re very concerned.”
“As you’re aware, yourself and Mr. MacTavish are listed as medical proxy… I can email an encrypted chart with her medical information if you’d like.” He grimaces. You’re going to be so pissed, so bloody heated when you come out of this and realize they’ve trampled all over your boundaries in this way but what else can he do?
“Alright, that will work fine.”
He reads the file alone. He doesn’t think it appropriate, to read it with Johnny while you’re practically attached to him, even though that makes him feel guilty too.
But he can’t run the risk of upsetting you, not when they finally got you settled and comfortable.
So, he opens it on the couch. It’s a massive file, as he expects most Omega’s are, considering their unique genetic needs, complicated endocrine systems and of course, reproductive health needs.
He finds the chart notes from your appointment, six months ago.
“-advised pt that stopping suppressants should be considered due to impact in pheromone production and reproductive health. Advised pt that continued long term use may have permanent effects. Pt stated she understood, agreed to start next month with a lower dosage to wean off.”
He scrolls, to a visit from last year. It’s fairly standard, mentions of blood work and labs, appropriate levels and other medical jargon, but something sticks out.
“-pt inquired if it was possible to successfully bite and bond without a heat. Informed pt it was not advised.”
Why were you asking about bites? You’d never expressed interest in that to them before… you had always told them you were happy the way things were. That you didn’t need a bond to be theirs, just like you didn’t need a heat. He’s still frowning when a note from your visit three years ago jars him.
“-pt advised she feels she’s in a safe, healthy relationship, and would consider coming off suppressants. Previous feral state symptoms have seemed to completely dissipate. Pt seems happy and very healthy. I advised I feel it would be safe if she did come off her suppressants if she chose.”
Feral? Feral state?
“Oh, darling.” He murmurs. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
He scrolls farther, eyes scanning through years and years of visits, going much farther back since they’ve known you, until he finds an intake form from a hospital, when you only 16 years old.
His heart stops in his chest.
“-female Omega brought in with the group who was rescued from the trafficking ring. Fluctuates between catatonia and feral state. No bites or bonds, gland intact. Unable to verbalize her name, or memories. Started on sedative drip until specialist arrives.”
Had this beautiful, crackhead thought. American Y/N who grew up on a farm and just fkin LASSOS one of the mw2 guys(like you would with calf-tying). I think Ghost's, Rudy's, and König's reactions would be the funniest
Lassoing The Guys
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COD SFW Head-Canons
Characters: Kyle Garrick, Simon Riley, Johnny Mactavish
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Warnings: Slightly Suggestive Joke, General Silliness
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Kyle Garrick
He affectionately calls you things like 'Tex' all the damn time- even though you aren't actually from Texas. South- but not Texas.
You of course to get back at him decided to lasso him- is this a logical solution? Nope. But you did it anyway.
"BLOODY HELL-" You had the sergeant secured beneath you, him squirming around in an attempt to free himself. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least a little embarrassing to get hog tied. "What? Just staying true to my roots." "CAP-" "He's not gonna help. He gave me the okay for this." A long pause follows. ".... You really are Tex-" "I'M NOT FROM TEXAS-"
Simon Riley
Ah yes... The king of puns. He can both be deadly serious and quiet- and also the silliest motherfucker You've ever met. Nothin' like hearing an incredibly stupid animal pun in a deep ass British voice. However much to your dismay he makes puns about you being southern.
Now- Ghost is aware of your ability to use a lasso. He however underestimated your willingness to use it on him.
He's laying on the ground and you swear if looks could kill you'd appear like his infamous mask by now. That doesn't stop your proud smile though. "Are you going to stop making stupid puns every chance you get?" ".... What’s a dog’s favorite southern state?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP-"
Johnny Mactavish
Johnny is a relentless tease. His favorite pass time is pushing buttons- but he also just genuinely LOVES your accent. He gets all puppy eyed whenever you speak.
You decided just for fun you'd lasso him- perhaps you should have thought it through more though.
"Bonnie..." He's laid on the ground still processing what the hell just happened, though there was a steady heat building in his cheeks. It was clear as day what began to cross the cheeky scots mind. "Didn't know ye were into this-" "JOHNNY!"
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{Sorry- I had no idea where I was going with this. I was gonna do Price too but I couldn't think of anything.}
Now we need either the boys reacting to southern reader having a truck that is super lifted (where they question how reader even gets in it) or watching the reader torture the guys as they drink sweet iced tea
Awe I'm good hun, I know I haven't been super active in the last few weeks but real life has been a struggle and I have no time to write as much. But I'm glad you sent an ask, I hope your doing good as well anon! ❤️
Hello guys, gals, and my non binary pals! I have a quick lil update for you all about where I've been recently.
In the last few weeks I've been rereading all the wonderful comments and reblogs on all my work as of now and I cannot say enough thank yous for everyone's support! Unfortunately though I am announcing I'm taking a Hiatus to focus on my mental health, my job in the active military takes a toll on your body and mind and I'll admit, having two heart conditions while working a physically demanding job is NOT fun. I will be working on the next few chapters of “The Pack” while I'm gone, I'm not leaving yall hanging I promise.
But with this all, just a simple friendly reminder to check in on people, weather they are friends, family, or just mutuals you randomly follow because of your favorite himbos be sure to check in and see how they're doing. It may not be much but it does go a long way I promise you!
Once again I love you all who have supported my writing, listened to my late night ramblings (that means you K, Del, and Space Mom) and have loved my fics so far, I'll be back and ill be bringing the spice~
Literally never consume a/b/o content outside of you and one other person. Because it’s fucking delicious when you guys write it.
Awe, that's sweet of you to say, hun! I'm happy to be writing for this AU and this community because, personally having this blog has helped me connect more with others. I'm happy everyone is enjoying my writing even when I consider my writing to be a novice at most. Much love to you anon and everyone who has show so much love for my series so far!
