Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: Falling off a cliff, Slow burn.
Pairing(s): Poly!141 x Recruit!Reader
| Masterlist | Ch. 2 | Ch. 4 |
WC: 1.2k
Finally reaching the second checkpoint, you decide for yourself to rest on a worn down stump. Your feet ached, your muscles were sore from carrying the brick-weighted bag, hot from the movements that brought you here without rest and from the dryness in your throat. Your thoughts were occupied by the scratch in your throat, reaching down for your bag to grab out the canteen of water.
You take small sips till you quench your thirst, preserving the rest for the later journey that yet has to come, though a body, no, two bodies crashed against yours, making the canteen spill out some of your water. You turn to scold Jerry but only pausing when you remembered he has gone ahead and the person in front, next to you, had a mohawk.
“Auch, sorry bonnie,” the heavy Scottish accent brought you back out of your daze, a huff left your body before gathering yourself up, looking down at your canteen before closing it.
The Scottish man scratches the back of his head with a lopsided smile before grabbing the canteen out of your hands and opening his, pouring some of his water into yours. “Don’t worry, ‘aven’t drank from it yet,” quickly stating before closing his and yours canteen, shoving his one in his bag and yours, back in your own hands.
Simply giving a nod of gratitude and guessing a way of accepting his weird apology, you tighten the lid even though with the muscles he had, it probably did nothing, and shoved it down back to your bag. Giving a final nod to the two soldiers, you carry on with your trek to the third checkpoint.
As you left, the two men stare at one another, both wearing smirks on their faces before their comms caught their attention. “Any luck?” an exasperated groan comes from the radio, chuckling Gaz glance towards Soap, giving him a tilt of his head, giving him the get-go.
“Aye, we got one on our sights, Cap’n,” Their eyes lingered at the path where you disappeared from and where others followed. A candidate was finally found.
The interaction had left you slightly dazed and baffled, never seeing the two on the field before but then again, most of the soldiers that you have bumped on this field-trip you haven’t met before either, though you wonder if the two that collided with you joined late or maybe they were at the front.
A sudden grip at the base of your ankle had you wide-eyed, your hands managing to lessen your fall before turning around what had nabbed you. A deadpan expression stretches across your face.
“Aren’t you getting tired of bothering me?” you stood up and brushed yourself off, you stretched out a hand towards the one male that always bothers you.
“Not bothering, just…” Jerry was panting heavily and sprawled on the ground, collapsed from the long walk probably, his hand wrapped around your ankle. “...being friendly.”
“Right…” you mutter, not really believing his reason. “Either take my hand or keep kissing the ground,” your patience has already worn thin with this man, though you can’t really rant to anyone about it, not even the HR.
Jerry chuckles lightly before grabbing your hand and hoisting himself up, dusting himself like you had done, his eyes glancing at you. “Ah, so you do have a heart?” he watches your right eye twitch, the silence answering his own question. “C’mon, having a heart isn’t that bad.”
“Of course,” you roll your eyes. “It keeps me alive,” the sarcasm in your voice didn’t go on unnoticed by Jerry, the sarcasm bringing a smirk.
“O’ and you have humour?” at this rate, your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. “I swear you purposely bother me,” the mutter of your voice had Jerry chuckling, a slight smile appeared quickly before it vanished, unfortunately for Jerry he had missed it.
“Maybe, maybe not,” you stop your eyes from rolling, instead alternating to click your tongue, a dry chuckle before your feet start to move on the path again, Jerry’s own feet jogging next to your side. He was a pain but tolerable, perhaps he could be used as an alibi, yes, just an alibi, nothing more and nothing less. “Guess I’m stuck with ya…” he pauses.
Realising he doesn’t know your name nor your nickname, always just randomly talking to you about anything, catching your name by the higher-ranks but always forgetting the moment he needs to remember it. A huff leaves your lips already catching onto his little dazed out look before giving your name to him. He slightly jolts before softly smiling at you, saying your name once, testing it a second time slowly, getting a feel of it on his tongue. “Neat name.” you nod as a thanks. His shoulder brushes against yours though normally you’d move away, it was… not that bad, so you stayed - the small contact of another being, bringing you at ease.
“You, have checkpoints?”
“Do you not?”
Both you and Jerry had been conversing throughout the trek as less soldiers were seeable from both the front and the back, though you were pretty sure both of you were at the very front, you held out a map that you had brought when you had deployed to Brecon Beacons for the trial. Jerry had learned that you came well prepared for the trial rather than pack the normal things that you need, you bring a few extra things for yourself to help you navigate.
“Well, how far are we now?” He looms over your shoulder as you check both the map and compass, sighing at the snow that slowly creeps in your peripheral vision. “Not that far to the halfway point. We’ll reach it in an hour and 45 minutes if we keep our pace and avoid resting,” a sigh leaves your lips before packing away the map and compass.
“Awh, what, no breaks?” your ‘friend’ whines.
“Mean, you can fall behind with the others, I’ma keep going,” you shrug, as you jolt your bag over your shoulder, adjusting it.
“Wow and I thought I was your friend?” his left arm raises over his forehead, tilting his head back while grabbing his chest where his heart should be, dramatically moving as he makes fake sobs. A small chuckle rises, making him continue the act before you shove him playfully. His foot goes slightly off from the shove before laughing alongside you. “You should laugh more, not be so serious all the time.”
You stop in your tracks as you watch Jerry walk ahead, his words echoing inside your brain, it felt nice… hearing that from someone but at the same time your early memories, why the reason that you were here still had you at a grip. A chain shackled around your neck, wrists and ankles, still haunting and burning on your skin to resist that urge to be happy.
“Oi! Did you fall?” Hearing Jerry’s voice snapped you out of it before jogging up the hill to catch up. “C’mon, let’s stay focused,” he smiled, you nod your head before walking alongside him once again.
Soap loves to send you the most random and obscene text messages while he's on leave....
NSFWish under the cut...
You'll be at work, sternly focused on the task at hand when you hear the subtle vibration of your phone on your desk.
You take a quick glance. Recognizing Soap's contact photo and decide to humor him by reading his text.
'Did you know the human rectum can stretch up to 8 inches in diameter?'
You pause momentarily, diverting your eyes before continuing with his message.
'And that raccoons can squeeze through wholes 4 inches wide?'
You read the message. Again. And again. Eyes scrunched and silently mouthing 'what the fuck?' The absurdity of it conveyed on your bemused yet lighthearted expression, shaking your head as you begin to type a thorough and apathetic response.
Only to be interrupted by another text...
'Which means you can fit two full grown raccoons up your ass.'
You don't hesitate with your swift texted response.
'Stop it'.
Before you can even put your phone down, it vibrates with yet another notification.
'Got'ya now, bonnie.'
'STOP. IT.'
Your phone then falls silent, and you continue on with your day.
Only when you clock out and exit into the parking lot to your car do you notice the remnants of Soap's furry induced goading.
An adorable, smiling plush raccoon sitting on your windshield. Doey eyed and innocent.
And your first thought is just as lewd as his initial text message...
Is this Soap's unconventional way of asking to try anal?
I have no idea where this came from. I'm sorry (not sorry). Have a wonderful day.
Trying to find a Texas Chainsaw Massacre fanfiction
It starts off stating how the female character is on a road trip with some classmates and a teacher. They stop at Luda Mae's gas station/meat market, where she invites everyone to her home. There she drugs the others, except for the female character, who she decides to keep. She learns early on that the Hewitt family are cannibals and that she is eating people, and she learns where her classmates all are. She slowly starts to fall for Tommy Hewitt, who also starts to fall for her.
If anyone knows this fic, or where I can either find it or the author (incase they took it down) that'd be so helpful.
synopsis: the 141 finally have their way with their teasing, disobedient recruit.
note: finally! it's the 31st of october, halloween ! i had a lot of fun writing for kinktober this year (though some days were late..) i hope you guys enjoy :)
character count: 6.5k
general masterlist. kinktober masterlist. (day 31)
When you first joined the 141, this wasn't what you expected. You didn't expect to be laid down against Price's bed with your thighs spread wide open, Gaz's head between your soft thighs, sucking at your clit and slowly dragging his warm, wet tongue over your slit. Your eyes shut tightly, grinding against his mouth when he slowly lapped over your cunny.
“A filthy thing'...” Price cursed under his breath. He held his thick and hard cock in his calloused hands, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you getting your sweet, delicious pussy eaten by Kyle. He took a step closer, leaning over you, before his hand grasped your hair tightly and unexpectedly, forcing his meaty cock into your mouth.
“Aye, dirty whore, ain't she, L.t?” Johnny called, a smirk evident on his face in the corner of your eye, rubbing and fisting his lengthy cock while Simon stroked his dick as well. They both grunted at the sight; your eyes obediently looking up into John's, sucking his cock with your lips wrapped tightly around his girth. Kyle's tongue sliding between your folds, a starved man lapping over your pussy desperately.
He swallowed every drop of slick your pussy seeped. Kyle pushed you onto your side, lifting your leg and pulling it over his shoulder, slowly easing inside your swollen hole. Your eyes watered when he pushed inside and you moaned around Price's cock, which caused John's hand to tighten on the fistful of hair he held and thrust into your mouth.
John threw his head back, watching you suck him off, almost swallowing his thick and hard cock like the greedy slut you were. You bopped your head, sucking down onto his dick and pushing your lips down to the base. You felt his uncut tip smack against the back of your throat, your pussy still ruined and brutalised by Gaz's desperate fucking.
Gaz watched your pussy throb and pulse around him. He rubbed your clit, leaning back to watch his stiff shaft drive into your pussy repetitively, listening to the whiney sounds of your euphoria. “Oi, give us a turn...” Simon called out. Beside him was Johnny, who was now breathless at the sight, his fantasies coming true infront of his eyes.
You felt the bed dip behind you, Simon's burly, brute body pressed against yours. His bare and muscular chest rubbing against your naked back. He pushed the hair from your face, watching you suck John off sloppily. You didn't break eye contact. Simon teased the head of his veiny girth against your asshole, pushing inside and gripping your hips tightly, panting and grunting lowly at the sensation of your tight hole.
You whimpered out, muffled and stifled due to the girthy size of John's cock stuffed down your throat. Simon pushed further inside, too focused on your pretty hole gradually beginning to take every inch he offered. When Simon bottomed out inside your asshole, he groaned beside your ear, his eyes shut tightly as he wrapped his muscular arm underneath your body, toying with your nipples, hard and hot in his hands.
Johnny pushed John aside, watching as he scrunched his face up and erratically shove his heavy dick down your throat, cumming with a guttural and hoarse groan, painting your tongue white. Soap was left needy, desperate for his cock to be somewhere inside your body. When you tightened your swollen lips around his shaft, he grunted lowly, his breath hitching in his throat.
Your body was knocked in all directions due to greedy Gaz slamming and pounding into your cunt, panting and kissing your ankle while his heavy, hot balls smacked against your ass for the millionth time. Gaz used your slick pussy, bucking into you while a moan as he spurted ropes of wet and thick seed into your pussy.
Johnny's eyes watered at the wetness of your drool around his wet, lengthy dick. Tight balls snacking against your chin, leaving your gagging and moaning around him, taking it all without a struggle. “Oh, yer a fuckin' toy, ain't'cha? God-- had me fuckin' dyin' withou' this, bonnie.” he panted, his veiny shaft rubbing against your tongue, before the head of his dick began leaking into your throat.
Simon's grunts grew louder while Price watched with his hard dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Simon's full balls knocked against your ass while he muttered humilating words into your ear, his eyes wide open and his grip on your jaw almost painful. You kept your face facing Johnny's hips, yet whining and mewling at the tightness of Simon's grip. “Dirty whore, huh?! C'mon, takin' it all, bet you've been preparin' for this fat cock, hm?”
Simon's voice made you whine, feeling Gaz slowly ease out from your sore hole, Johnny cumming with a groan, slamming against your face. Your poor, poor mouth all ruined and full of potent cum. Ghost continued fucking into your hole, while Price moved to your pussy and began sucking at your sensitive, used clit while Simon fucked into your asshole.
You cried out, moaning his name hoarsely due to your strained throat. Simon's large, rough hand gripped your throat, forcing you to look towards him, sloppily making out with you. Tongues lapping against eachother while John placed himself between your soft thighs, sucking at your pussy and dragging his tongue over your folds while Ghost ran his tongue over your bottom lip –God, Simon could practically taste the bitterness of their cum on your lips.
Simon thrusted into you messily, his head buried in the crook of your neck, chanting degrading words into your ear while John lapped at your pussy. The texture of his wet tongue and Simon's brutal pace had you creaming all down his tongue, your slick running back to your asshole, used as lube. Price ate Gaz's cum from your pussy, the salty and sweet taste against his tongue mixed with your sweet nectar driving him insane.
With beard burn on your thighs, Price stepped away, giving the others an opportunity. While Simon continued fucking your hole, Johnny pushed your thighs open, spreading them while Gaz sat on the bed, practically sitting on your face as he pushed his fat dick down your used and raw throat. Soap's tongue licked your cunt, occasionally dragging against Simon's moving cock rutting into your hole, earning him a hair pull and a slap.
Though, Soap continued. His tongue moving in all directions, using at your full asshole and wet pussy. Your throbbed against his tongue, your cunt drooling onto his pink tongue, before Ghost fucked into your ass one last time, coming with a deep and low groan. “Dirty fuckin' baby, all these holes bein' used. Bet ye' like tha'...” he chuckled, noticing the outline of Kyle's dick fucked down your throat.
Johnny rubbed his meaty, fat girth against your cunt, before pushing inside, sucking hickeys onto the bulge in your throat. He placed them on your skin, marking you up while John turned you to the side, fucking into your asshole. Both men at both sides of your body, laying on your side with John and Johnny fucking into your holes greedily. The room stinking of sex and sweat. You felt Gaz's dick move from your throat, replacing with his balls and getting you to suck on them while stroking Ghost's dick.
“Good job, Private. Didn't take ya for a slut, but a very good one, huh? Ya just like to be used by your superiors, knowin' we can do whatever to this pretty body.” Price sucked the other side of your hickey, his large hand coming to grope your breasts. Both thick shafts were thrusted into your holes, at different rhythms so they were both knocking you forward with each of their hard thrusts.
Johnny sucked hickeys onto your neck, the sounds of Gaz's groans only getting louder, his balls laying against your tongue as you dragged your wet tongue over it. Licking his musky balls. Simon's heavy cock laid in your hands, your soft fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking him while huffing at the citrus essence of Kyle. “Keep strokin' that dick, love.” Simon praised, watching you take all cocks so well.
Price's lips moved down to your chest, sucking at your hard nipples while you moan out. He tightened his lips around your sensitive nubs, sucking on them, the fluff of his beard grazing and scratching against your soft skin. You feel a tear roll down your cheek, spared no mercy and ruined. “Won't ya just listen, dollface? Squirmin' so damn much...” His large hand came to slap your tit while you sucked Kyle's full balls and stroked your Lieutenant's fat shaft.
Johnny bucked into you ruthlessly while Price grinded against you, shooting his load into your already filled asshole while Soap continued rutting hornily. Hairy balls smacking against your ass before draining into your tight walls, pulling and groaning deeply.
You were in for a treat, feeling Gaz pull away and spurt his cum into your mouth, landing on your tongue and face, covering your pretty cheek in the milky fluids. Simon followed not longer after. Pulling your hand from his girth and spurting thick and hot semen into your mouth, filling it before shooting the last strings onto your tits. Ghost's large hands manoeuvred your body so that you were resting chest to chest with Simon, your head dangle off of the edge of the bed. Simon slid into your asshole, while Kyle came from behind and gripped your soft hips tightly. Both John and Johnny circled your lips, mocking and teasing your worried face.
Soft lips parted allowing Price to squeeze a few inches inside, Johnny doing the same. You sucked on both their tips, moaning out and crying when they both fought for more room, before taking turns deep throating you. You felt your body weaken when Simon and Kyle fucked your asshole, at the same time. They were sloppy, messy and frantic to fuck your asshole. Ghost could feel your heartbeat against his burly chest, teasing you for feeling so dumb when they fucked their cock into you.
Gaz's fingers slid understand your body, rubbing your clit whilst thrusting against your asshole sloppily, his head thrown back while Ghost degraded you for being a greedy fucktoy. “What 're we gonna do with you? Just so dirty, so unclean and selfish, tryin' to take us all.” Both Simon and Kyle fucked into you with the same pace, their dicks rubbing against each other. Your gummy walls wrapped around their dicks, your eyes watering and your face tearstained, taking a deep breath before Soap began using your mouth.
They used you like a toy, for their own satisfaction. Johnny watched and cocked his head to the side, laughing at your desperation to please them and cum, all so exhausted when he knocks his broad hips against you. Gaz pulled out with a gasp, shooting ropes up your back while Ghost continued rutting deep into you, your sobs loud yet muffled when Soap spurted his seed all over your face, in your hair.
Your cheek against Simon's face, taking the last seed as he bucked into your asshole, spreading your cheeks apart while kissing your cheek softly and tenderly. “Oh, you're such a good girl, yeah? Y'like takin' big cock?” he laughs, ploughing into you before shooting a load into your hole, leaving you brutalised and raw.
Don't worry, they took great care of you afterwards. A warm bath and a nice sloppy make out session, before sharing beers together while you dozed off against Johnny's chest.
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Warnings: 18+, Monster Fucking, Zombie Fucking, Implied Initial Dubious Consent, Stomach Swelling, Cum Inflation, Unprotected Sex, Brief Worry of Infection, Rough MW2, Gentle MW2, Zombie! MW2, Human! Reader, Sex Slave! Reader, Captive/Captor Relationship, Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Descriptions of Smut, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.
Zombie! MW2 who found you scavenging alone one day out in the wasteland, entirely unaware of their presence.
Zombie! MW2 who capture you soon after, not ones to waste time.
You were the first lone human they’d seen in months, and they’d be damned if they were going to let you slip through their fingers.
Zombie! MW2 whose intentions with you are unclear. Until you notice the bulge in their trousers and the purr in their groans as they watch you writhe against the restraints, watch you helplessly struggle against a fate they’ve already decided for you.
Ghost, König and Soap are the roughest with you, often the ones to just tear a your pants off when they’re desperate, filling you not long after.
They’re rarely gentle, instead opting to take you raw and use you for their own ends, slamming their hips into yours until you hear them release a guttural roar, emptying days’ worth of semen inside you.
Your first time with Ghost almost left you feeling like you were about to burst with how backed-up he was, his balls almost bursting and slapping the skin of your backside red and raw with each thrust.
He’d made sure to leave his mark on you, the prominent bulge in your stomach slowly deflating as his semen leaked out of you.
And while Soap and Ghost’s loads are somewhat palatable given how frequently they use you, König almost always leaves you feeling like you’re about to burst.
Given his height, he’s the biggest of all your captors. Not only that, but his cock is thick enough to leave you feeling like you have rocks in your stomach whenever he forces himself into you, his strokes long and pounding, making sure you feel every inch of him.
Price, Gaz and Alejandro are a lot more gentle, understanding that, while you’re human, you’re still fragile.
They’re soft and slow with their thrusts, giving you time to adjust to their size before continuing.
While they can’t talk, they do try to comfort to as best they can.
They’ll stroke your head, press their forehead to your shoulder (only to feel you tense beneath them, anticipating a bite) — anything to try and make you feel less like you’re a sex slave and more like a friend with benefits.
Of course, you worried the first few times they had their way with you that their pumping you full of their seed would infect you, turn you into one of them.
However, after weeks went by, you were still you. No rotting skin, no cannibalistic thoughts, no loss of autonomy.
But, much to your horror, you felt as if they’d infected you with an idea, a feeling.
That being that you enjoyed what they were doing to you, ravaging you, pumping you full of their load until they were satisfied and your stomach was swelling.
And while your sanity tried to reason your way through your acceptance — that you were being held prisoner by literal parasite-infested corpses — your mind, for better or worse, didn’t care.
Not when they were providing for you, bringing you food, clothes, blankets — things you were certain would be nigh impossible to obtain were you roughing it alone in the wastes.
Or, perhaps you were rationalising your willingness to stay here with them, to live as their human sperm bank, reduced to an existence of bending to the will of militant captors whose semen dripped down your thighs, whose hands forced your face into pillows or made you bounce on their cocks while looking at them, giving you a glimpse into their eyes, the people they once perhaps were: whose surprising stamina and strength left you whining, crying and almost begging for more whenever they finished, more often than not forcing orgasms out of you, too, making you push back into them, body willing to take every ounce of their cum and inch of their cocks.
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warnings: 18+ minors DNI, MONSTERFUCKING, Leon is a full on werewolf in this fic and that means canine dick!!! so reader beware, bestiality, anthro on human sex, also regular human on human sex lol, oral (f receiving), big dick Leon, belly bulge, cum inflation, knotting, breeding kink, breeding, biting
not proofread ✌️ (also I know I allude to predator/prey but I ran out of time so maybe in the next one 😵💫)
Leon cursed himself for the millionth time to have you out so late.
“Don’t sweat it, Leon,” you smile at him softly, the dashboard lights casting a dim glow on your smile.
“I just wanted to get you home at a decent time since you said you had an early start tomorrow—well today technically,” he glances down at the watch on his wrist.
You let out a sharp gasp that has his head jerking upright to look at you. He catches a blur of motion out of the windshield—too late— before he feels the tale-tale thud of hitting something with the front of his car.
“Shit,” he mutters, braking hard and looking in his rear view mirror.
“Le-“
“Stay here,” he unbuckles his seatbelt and puts his flashers on, “I’m gonna go see what it was.”
You watch as Leon walks away from the car toward a dog shaped figure a few feet behind the bumper. You unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car, but only to stand in front of the ajar passenger door.
“Everything okay?” You call out, worry making your voice higher than normal.
Leon, crouched on the ground near the dog, turns toward you with a frown, “Yeah, looks like I hit a wolf of some sort.”
Before you can reply, the wolf in question rears up with a snarl and latches onto Leon’s right forearm. Leon yells out in shock and pain causing the wolf to let go and take off into the dark of the night. You hear it trampling off into the forest as you run over to Leon’s hunched body.
You hurriedly take your jacket off and press it onto Leon’s bleeding arm.
“Gotta first aid kit in the trunk,” he nods back to the car.
You nod jerkily and rush over to grab the first aid and bring it back. Between yourselves, you’re able to disinfect the wound and bandage it up tightly. The car ride back to your place is quiet.
Pulling to the curb outside your house, he gives your thigh a quick squeeze.
“You’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, right? I don’t want you getting rabies or something,” you reach a hand out to brush some of his hair away from his face.
The corner of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll call you right after, okay?”
You smile back and kiss him sweetly on the lips, “I’ll talk to you later, Leon.”
He watches you enter your house before driving off.
The phone rings twice before you’re able to grab the receiver off the hook.
“Hello?”
“Hey there, sweetheart. Told you I’d call.”
“Leon!” You smile so hard you’re sure he can hear it in your voice, “well, how did it go?”
“It went as well as could be expected. They put some stuff on it and gave me a rabies vaccination that I’ll need to take a few more doses of; but overall, unless I’m experiencing anything off, I’m good to go.”
“That’s great to hear!” you twirl the phone cord around your finger, a nervous tick you do to keep your hands busy.
“I’m pretty wiped so I’m going to try and grab some shut eye, but do you wanna hang out later?”
Your voice goes soft, “Of course, Leon. I always want to hang out with you.”
He laughs over the line, “‘Kay. I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”
“Bye, Leon.”
The line goes dead and before the dial tone can drone in your ear, you place the phone back in its cradle.
A month passes by before you realize it. Between school and Leon, the month of September flies by in a haze of assignments and late night dates. One thing you’ve started to pick up on is Leon being a little more aggressive, a little more touchy-feely lately.
You’ve been invited by one of your classmates to a party that weekend which happens to land on the night before Halloween. Thinking this a great opportunity for Leon to relax and get out of his head for a bit, you accept.
That night when Leon calls at his usual time, you let him know about the party and what time to pick you up. He sounds excited, especially since he wants to see what kind of school crowd you hang out with, making you happy you opted into going for once.
You two meet up the next night for your usual date night and notice Leon’s all keyed up. It’s not until the end of the night, when you’re sitting in the back of Leon’s car out by the lake that you decide to bring it up.
“You okay?”
He runs his hands through his hair with a tight smile, “Too obvious, huh?”
You grin at him, “A little,” you snuggle into his side, “c’mon tell me what’s up.”
“Well, you remember when I hit that wolf?”
You nod, “Yeah, you had to go get shots.”
He takes your hand in his and traces his fingers across your knuckles, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”
You tilt your head up to kiss his neck, “Promise I won’t.”
He pauses for a second before continuing, “Ever since then, everything’s been so much.. more. Colors are brighter, smells are stronger—and I can smell things I couldn’t before.”
“Like what?”
He fidgets in his seat letting you know whatever it is is embarrassing.
“Come on,” you coo up at him, “you can tell me.”
“I can smell your period,” he whispers in a rush, “I can smell when you get wet for Christ’s sake.”
You raise up to look him in the eyes. A pink blush dusts across his cheekbones as his blue eyes look at you in trepidation.
“You think I’m—“
To his surprise, you crawl into his lap, thighs sitting on the outside of his so you can place your hands on his shoulders.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me, get me wet, Leon,” you murmur.
He groans, head slumping back against the seat, “Baby.”
You giggle and rock against him, “Is that all?”
“I can smell it from here already.”
Your eyes widen, just now feeling yourself getting wet.
“Leon,” you whisper, “that’s kinda weird.”
He laughs, hands coming up to grip around your waist, “That’s not even the weirdest.”
“What else?” You bounce in excitement making him buck up into you.
“Fuck,” he bites his lip, “I’ve been..”
You run your hands through his hair watching as he melts against the seat.
“You don’t have to tell me,” you smile, “if you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to,” he mumbles, letting his eyes slip closed as you pet his head.
“I’ve been growing claws?” The last word ending in a lilt that makes it sound like a question.
“Claws?”
You keep running your nails across his scalp making him groan deep in his throat.
“Uh huh, s’only when I’m upset or stressed,” his eyes open into slits as he grins at you, “or when I’m horny.”
“Leon,” you giggle then bite your lip, “can I see?”
He groans and rocks you down against his chubbed cock, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, seems like I was going too soon anyways.”
You sigh and let Leon guide your hips, skirt rucking up your thighs until he can see the cute lacy panties you’re wearing.
“Fuck me, so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, blue eyes going dark, “been smelling that pretty fucking pussy all night, s’been driving me crazy.”
You moan and rock harder against him, dragging your panty clad pussy all against the thickening bulge in his jeans. Sharp pin pricks against your waist and hips have you gazing down to see the talon like claws replacing Leon’s normal fingernails.
“Oh wow,” you gasp out, hips stuttering, “Leon, that’s.. hot.”
“Yeah?” He groans, pushing up your shirt so his claws can dig into your skin, but not hard enough to pierce.
“Yeah,” you whimper, “can mark me up, scratch me all over.”
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls at you, eyes flashing gold in the low light, “want my claws in your skin, sweetheart?”
“Uh huh,” you mewl as he scratches along your skin, “all over.”
“Wanna sink my teeth into you,” his chest rumbles, voice low and heated.
“Yes,” you mewl, “bite me, Leon.”
The next thing you know Leon has you pinned down in the backseat, bulky body looming over you sending a thrill down your spine.
“Wanna mark you and breed your cunt,” he grits out, mouth seeming to have a hard time forming the words, “wanna knot you.”
“Knot?” you gasp out as Leon sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
He pulls back to rip your shirt in half making slick gush from your pussy to saturate your panties. Reaching around your body, he removes your bra, letting your breasts spill out into the cool air of the car.
“Leon!” Your voice goes high and reedy when his mouth eagerly nips and sucks your hard buds.
He squishes your breasts together and sucks both nipples into his mouth at the same time making your legs kick out from the sensation.
Reaching under your skirt as he kisses the soft skin of your breasts, his claws snag the seam of your panties and tear them in half.
You moan and grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to lay against your stomach as Leon picks up the pieces of your panties to tuck into his pocket.
“So fucking pretty,” Leon’s voice sounds guttural and raspy, “sexy little pussy.”
Your hands reach out grasp onto his with a whine. He links your fingers together and holds them down against your hips as he ducks his head to lick a stripe up your cunt.
With a growl, he licks into your drippy pussy, tongue fluttering inside your hole before pulling away to suck and kiss at your pussy lips, lapping up all the slick he can taste.
He pulls himself away with a whine, “‘m so hard. Can I stuff my cock in your little pussy, baby? Promise I’ll make it feel so good.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you nod quickly, hands going down to help him unbuckle his belt, as he unzips and unbuttons his jeans.
His thick cock kicks when he pulls it from his boxers, precum blurting from his tip making his fingers sticky as he fists himself.
“Wanna breed your pussy,” he growls out, teeth flashing, “keep you on my cock until it takes.”
“Fuck,” you whimper, rocking your hips down so your slick mound drags across his throbbing cock.
You’ve never heard Leon talk like this but it’s making your pussy ache to be filled, arousal dripping down your thighs from his words. With moans and whines, he fucks his cock slowly into your soaked pussy, thick length filling you up and stretching you out.
It’s a quick and dirty fuck in the back of Leon’s car. From the growled out promises of breeding your pussy to his fingers playing with your clit just right (being mindful to not cut you with his sharp claws which only makes you wetter), you cum around his cock twice before he spills hot and sticky into your fluttering walls.
As you gasp and collect your breath along with your thoughts, Leon lets out a mournful whimper as he buries his face into your neck.
“You okay?” You pet through his sweaty hair.
“I just feel restless.. like I didn’t give you enough cum,” he mumbles, embarrassment coloring his voice.
You giggle, “You gave me plenty, Leon. I’m a mess.”
He giggles along with you before eventually raising up and helping you get cleaned up enough for the drive back to your place. Walking you to your door, he gives you a sweet kiss goodnight.
You grab his hand and tug him in for a longer kiss, “We’ll figure it out, Leon. Try not to worry.”
He smiles, blue eyes clear as he gazes down at you, “I’ll try not to. Call me tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
You watch as he walks down your driveway to his car. Waving, he waits until you go inside the house before backing out and driving home.
Leon picks you up right on time the weekend of the party and drives out to your classmate’s house. He called you beforehand, sounding a little anxious and said he’d needed to talk to you; however, he’s pretty quiet on the drive over but you don’t push him. He’ll talk when he’s ready, you suppose. When you two pull up to the place, it's already jammed pack with people.
“Hopefully it’s fun!”
Leon shrugs with a small grin, “Maybe.”
Entering, you notice the classmate hosting and introduce Leon to them. Once the pleasantries are out of the way, you find the kitchen and help yourself to a few of the drinks. After some needling, you talk Leon into having a couple with you. You watch as the tense set of his shoulders smooth out as he nurses his beer.
Walking out into the foray going on in the living room, Leon’s able to find an empty space over on the couch. The music’s so loud it makes conversation difficult and so lapse into people watching as you sip your drink.
“I’ve looked into my issues,” his lips press against your ear so you’ll be able to hear him over the music.
“That’s good right?” You shout back.
He shrugs, making you pat his leg.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you, it’s just…”
“Weird?”
He nods to the stairs and he helps you stand up, holding your hand to guide you to the second floor. Bypassing couples or groups left and right, Leon’s able to find an empty room at the end of the hall.
He tugs you inside and locks the door. You take a seat on the bed and he joins you.
“I’ve been looking into it for awhile,” he clears his throat, “and it seems like everything’s pointing to just one thing.”
You take his hands in yours and squeeze them.
He blows out a breath and meets your eyes, “I-I have lycanthropy.”
You let the statement sink into your brain. It could be the drinks you’ve already had, but you think to yourself that you have no reason not to believe him.
“Okay.”
He frowns, “Okay? That’s it?”
You smile, “I believe you, Leon. I trust you and I don’t see why you’d lie about this. Plus, you did that cool claw thing the other night and on top of the other weirdness you’ve experienced, I mean it’s gotta be something right?”
He pulls you into a tight hug.
“You’re so amazing,” he kisses your cheek, “I thought for sure you were going to dump me.”
You laugh loudly, “Leon, even if I didn’t believe you, you thinking you’re a werewolf isn’t too concerning to me. As long as you didn’t try to eat me or something.”
He pulls back with a grin, “Oh, I’m gonna eat you alright.”
You smack his arm with a giggle, “You’re such a dork.”
“Seriously though,” he kisses you softly, “thank you.”
“Of course, Leon,” you smile and kiss him back.
“And from what I’ve read and how I’ve been feeling, tomorrow night is the full moon and…”
He trails off, struggling to find the words he wants to say.
“Tomorrow night, I’m going to change and I’m going to want to mate.”
Your heart beats fast in your chest, “Yeah?”
His sea dark eyes stare into yours, “Yeah, I’m going to want to hunt my mate down and breed her pretty cunt.”
You bite your lip but you see Leon’s nostrils flare, giving you away instantly.
“Seems like you don’t mind it,” he teases, “gonna let me pin you down? Mount you?”
You shiver but nod your head.
“I’m not going to look like this anymore,” he whispers, eyes dropping to your lips, “I’m going to be a monster. A wolf man who’s only thought will be to knot that wet cunt.”
You whimper, then Leon’s kissing you heatedly, leading into a sloppy makeout. He pulls you into his lap so you can grind against each other. In a flurry of movement, you help each other out of your clothes until you’re both naked with you whining in his lap.
“From what I’ve read,” he kisses your neck, bucking up against you, “once I change, I won’t be human anymore. My entire anatomy will be altered.”
With a quick flip, Leon’s pinning you flat on your belly with him on top of your body, rutting his cock against your wet pussy.
“Even my cock will be totally changed,” he whispers against your ear hotly.
You can still hear the sounds of the party going on downstairs making all of this seem so dirty. Trying to arch against him is useless since his body weight keeps you pressed down against the bed.
“Tomorrow night is going to be different,” he rasps in your ear, “y’sure you wanna go through with it?”
Excitement makes your cunt gush more slick making it easier for his cock to slide against your pussy lips, “I can handle it, Leon.”
He growls, making your nipples stiffen.
“Yeah? We don’t even know if I’ll be able to talk to you,” he runs his tongue across the shell of your ear, “and yet you still want a red rocket to stuff this pretty cunt.”
His words electrify your body. Moaning, you squirm against him, trying to entice him into slipping his cock inside you.
He laughs, “What a slutty girl I have. So eager to let me knot her. You know I’m gonna have to breed you all night, baby? Won’t be able to think of anything else. Gonna dump all my thick, sticky cum straight into this hot little pussy.”
Your hands claw at the bed as your clit throbs from his dirty words. With a low moan, he sinks his cock into your clenching hole.
“It’ll be just like this, only,” he bottoms out so quickly you’re gasping from the stretch, “I’ll be a lot bigger, pretty girl. Think you can take my doggy dick?”
“Yes, yes, Leon,” you whimper, eyes fighting to stay open, “c’n take it, as long as I need to.”
“That’s my good girl,” he pulls out to slowly sink back into your fluttering walls, “can’t wait to fuck you like that. God, you’re gonna be so tight on my knot.”
You moan and squirm, clenching down on his thick length.
“Hope you don’t like my dog dick more than my actual cock, sweetheart,” he laughs.
The way he’s fucking you down into the mattress makes your clit rub just right against the bedspread. Your legs kick out weakly as you drool from Leon’s cock dragging against your g-spot with every deep thrust.
“Leon,” you mewl pitifully, “I’m g’nna cum.”
“Fuck,” he growls into your ear, grinding even harder against your ass, “cream my cock, baby. Get me all wet and messy.”
With one more dirty grind into your pussy that has your clit rubbing against the comforter, you clamp down on his cock with a shout, orgasm making your body thrash under his.
A few more quick thrusts and Leon bottoms out in your cunt, dick throbbing and kicking as he paints your fluttering walls white with his cum. He pulls out and rolls you over to tug you into his chest, broad arms wrapping around you making you feel safe.
“I’m going to go camping tomorrow night, well that’s what I’m telling people,” he murmurs into your hair, “that way I can change in the forest and not have to worry.”
“I’m coming with you,” you tilt your head back to look up at him, “and even if you say I can’t, I’ll just go out in the woods until I find you.”
He smiles so big you can see his teeth, “Alright, alright, you can come with me.”
“Good,” you kiss the two freckles on his neck that you love so much, “we should probably clean up and sneak out.”
“Oh definitely,” Leon chuckles, “wanna grab some pizza on the way?”
“God, yes,” you grin and kiss his cheek.
With hushed whispers and giggles, you both clean up as best as possible and get dressed, sneaking out from the house in record time. After swinging by a local pizza parlor and grabbing one to split, you guys hang out at Leon’s place before he drops you off at home hours later.
“I’ll be by at noon to pick you up,” he reminds you, “please pack warm clothes.”
“I will,” you promise, kissing him one last time before climbing out of the car and heading into your house.
Once you climb into bed, you pass out in record time.
True to his word, Leon shows up at 12pm on the dot, car packed out with camping gear. He meets you at the door and helps carry your own bags to the trunk. It’s a semi long drive, but between the radio and small talk with Leon, it goes by fairly quickly.
You arrive at an extremely secluded area; Leon parks and pulls out all of the gear before locking up. He walks you two about twenty minutes away before setting up the tent.
“I don’t want you too far from the car,” he says as you help him stake the tent in place, “we don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“I’ll be fine Leon,” you give him a reassuring smile.
“Either way, take my keys,” he places them in your outstretched palm, “now let’s finish getting this at least halfway suitable.”
Taking up the rest of the afternoon, you’re able to set up an outdoor shower and firepit as well as set out your sleeping bags before it gets too dark. Leon stokes the fire as you finish up the food you brought along.
He sits down next to you and slumps into your side, head resting on your shoulder.
“Feeling okay?”
“Tired, itchy, restless,” he mumbles, “feels like everything’s cranked up to eleven.”
“Wanna lay down, get some rest?”
“Prolly wouldn’t hurt,” he slurs out, standing up and slowly making his way into the tent.
You frown as he disappears behind the tent flap. Feeling bad for dowsing the fire Leon has built, you double check it’s out before following behind him into the tent.
He’s completely passed out, splayed across both of your sleeping bags with clothes strewn around. You feel his forehead and except for being sweaty, he’s not running a fever. Pulling out a book light and the book you brought, you settle in to read while petting through his soft hair.
It’s completely pitch black when you open your eyes not realizing you fell asleep. You bookmark the page you're on and close the book. The batteries in your book light must have died because flipping the switch does nothing.
“Leon,” you whisper, not able to feel his body heat next to you.
The cold press of a wet nose against your cheek startles you. Turning and with your eyes better adjusted to the dark, you can see a pair of gold eyes set into a wolfish face. He opens his jaw but only whimpers slip out.
“Oh, Leon,” you coo, slowly reaching out to pet his soft blonde fur.
He chuffs and nuzzles into your palm before crawling over to you. As he shuffles closer, you pull back the interior lining covering the window netting to let in more moonlight.
“Wow,” you gasp out.
Leon is totally transformed. He’s completely covered in soft fur, but still retains the body shape of a human just elongated. If he could stand up in the tent, he’d be an extra foot taller than usual you’re sure. His feet and hands taper off into claws and you can see he has a fluffy tail and ears to match. The only thing you find a little strange is his eyes have shifted from blue to gold as well.
He headbutts your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. Reaching up, you pet his ears making his tail thump against the ground.
“You’re so handsome,” you laugh as he licks his sandpaper tongue across your neck, “such a sweet boy, too.”
He whines and presses closer to you until he knocks you onto your back to clamber on top of you.
“I’m here, don’t worry,” you soothe, running your hands across his hairy chest.
He chuffs and licks across your lips making you gasp in surprise, letting him quickly lick his long rough tongue into your mouth. Now it’s your turn to whine as he uses his extra body weight to pin you down as he sloppily licks across your tongue, dog drool dripping all into your mouth.
He pulls away and quickly slices through your clothes with his sharp claws. Arousal thrums throughout your cunt, wetting your panties.
“Hey, careful,” you chide weakly.
He holds your hips down with his hands as he licks around your breasts, sharp canines catching your hard nipples and making you keen. With a low growl, he shifts even lower until he’s kneeling between your spread thighs.
“Oh fuck, Leon,” you gasp out, his snout pressing against your bare cunt, slick dripping down your thighs.
He chuffs and the warm air hitting your pussy lips makes you shiver. A rough tongue laps all the way up your slit making you keen high in your throat. At the noise, his gold eyes flash and suddenly he’s roughly licking into your pussy, long tongue slipping deep into your hole and making your spine arch in pleasure.
Your hands shoot out to grab onto his thick fur, fingers tangling in the silky blonde coat. His hands grab your thighs, claws pricking your skin as he lifts your ass up higher so he can shove his tongue even deeper into your pussy.
“Ngh, Leon, y-your tongue—fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper, tears beading your waterline.
You feel filthy, letting Leon eat you out like this, but fuck if you don’t care. His sandpaper tongue slips out of your hole to lap against your clit making you cry out. He chuffs again, eyes locked onto yours as he repeatedly licks across your swollen bud, doggy spit dripping all over your cunt. You couldn’t stop yourself from humping his face if you tried.
Your grip slips, hands sliding through fur til you're grasping the base of his ears, making him growl and pull back.
“I’m sorry,” you raise up and reach for him but he’s pushing you back down, spit dripping from his growling mouth.
He yanks your waist down, fat red cock stretching out from its sheath to lay against your abdomen. It’s coated in a viscous substance, some sort of self lubricant that makes it shiny and wet. His cock’s not any longer than normal, but it’s so much thicker; it makes your thighs press together at the thought of how stretched out you’re going to be.
“Oh,” you whisper, eyes taking in the drooling, tapered head.
Your gaze follows the fat length down to the soft knot at the base, finally taking in the heavy, furry balls hanging between his pelted legs. His clawed hands grip your thighs, wrenching them open so wide your muscles tremble.
He gives you a growling bark before dragging his slippery cock up and down your sopping wet slit, bumping against your clit making you whine. After a few times, you slowly hump against him and he howls softly, speeding up so you’re grinding against each other, smearing your cunt with his sticky precum.
He finally slips the tip down against your hole, pressing only the tapered head inside, stretching you open so wide you’re not even sure if he’ll be able to fit the rest.
“L-Leon,” you mewl, hands digging into his hairy chest, “s’big, fuck, you might be too big.”
He snarls at you, jaws parted so you can see his dripping fangs and long pink tongue. He shoves another inch into your pussy making your clamp down around his dick, a small orgasm washing over your body.
He huffs, gold eyes staring down at you in a smug manner as your walls clamp down on his dick tightly.
Moaning, you feel as he slowly works more and more of his sticky red cock into your cunt, walls stretched out around the thick length until finally, his knot presses against your hole. He leans forward and licks into your mouth, his hot dog breath hitting your face as he drools all in your mouth again.
He jackhammers into your cunt, licking every part of your skin he can reach until you're coated in his spit. You can’t even form words from how good he’s drilling his fat dog cock into your soaked pussy.
“I’m gonna cum,” you finally choke out, “Leon, fuck.”
Your back bows as your legs and arms cling to his furry body, head grinding back against the sleeping bag as your cunt spasms and gushes around his fat cock. Pulling out quickly, he flips you over onto your stomach and plunges his dick back into your pussy. He lets out a low howl as he fucks into you even faster than before.
You grip the sleeping bags as you can’t stop drooling and moaning, throat feeling scratchy from all the noise you keep making. He growls and snarls behind you, hands coming down on either side of your head as he humps your pussy deeper and deeper, knot bumping against the rim.
“Fuck, fuck, g’nna knot me, Leon?” You whimper out, “god, it’s so big, fuck I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
He lets out a barking growl and yanks your ass up higher as he roughly fucks your spasming hole. He lets out a long low howl that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up as his knot breaches your cunt, locking you together until it softens.
You moan, eyes crossing as you cum from being stuffed with his knot. Pussy walls flutter and milk his thick length as powerful spurts of cum fill your pussy. Load after load of his hot sticky cum floods your cunt until your abdomen swells with it. He pants and licks the back of your neck, yipping against the skin as he ruts against you, dumping even more cum into your well used pussy.
Leon keeps you tied to his knot for hours and hours, all night long just filling you up before pulling out to watch it spill from your sore pussy only to start all over. You’re not even sure if you’ve cum multiple times or if it’s all been one long orgasm that he just keeps stretching out until you’re so cockdrunk off his knot that you’re comatose.
At some point, you gradually come back to yourself with Leon petting your hair and sunlight slowly peeking into the tent.
“Morning,” he kisses your neck softly, mindful of the bite marks he left last night.
“M’rning,” you rasp, voice completely shot.
You stretch and let out a low groan as your entire body feels bruised and sore.
“You okay?” Leon’s voice is small as he runs a hand down your scratched up body.
You smile at him, eyes struggling to stay open as the sun rises, until he zips the tent flap.
“‘m good, just a little tired and sore,” croaking out your answer, Leon hands you a water bottle, helping you raise up to drink it.
He pulls you into his lap, cock stiff as it presses against your oozing and drippy cunt.
“Baby,” he sighs against your hair, settling his chin on your shoulder as you drink your water, “can we? Just one more time, ‘m so hard.”
“Leon,” you whisper, but after feeling his trembling hands you sigh, “well, just be easy, okay?”
“Thank you so much,” he kisses your neck again and slowly eases his cock into your swollen and raw pussy.
You hiss and whine when he finally buries himself to the hilt inside you, feeling overwhelmed from having him inside you so soon.
“Fuck,” he pants, forehead digging between your shoulders, “so tight and slippery inside, god, s’good.”
“Leon, it’s too much,” you mewl pitifully, going slack in his hold.
“I know,” he coos, “you’re so good for me, took me so good all night long. God, I remember every single second, baby. Took my big fat dog cock like a champ.”
You can only whine and clench down on his dick as he slowly ruts in and out of your hole. His fingers slide down across your hip to circle your pudgy clit.
“Such a good girl,” he rocks up into you, the squelching from between your thighs is so loud in the quiet of the tent.
“Took my knot so well, like this little pussy was made for it. Made to be bred by my dog dick until you’re squirting all over me,” he whispers hotly in your ears, “gonna get knotted in that fat little pussy every month now.”
“Leon,” you wail as he makes you cum, his fingers massaging across your sensitive clit.
With a few more thrusts, Leon stills inside of you, cock kicking and throbbing as he spills his load inside your soft wet pussy.
“I fucking love you,” he gasps as he grinds against your ass, “fuck, love you so much.”
Tears prick your eyes as Leon slips out of your cunt to twist you around, hugging you to his chest tightly and ignoring the mess between your legs. He kisses you feverishly, tongue licking into your mouth as he declares his feelings for you over and over again.
You’re able to soften his hungry kisses into something sweet, gentling his franticness.
“Love you too, Leon,” you murmur against his mouth as a warm, fluttery feeling spreads throughout your chest making you laugh happily.
He catches your giggles until you’re both smiling and laughing too much to even kiss anymore.
“Y’know,” he grins at you, blue eyes sparkling, “they say a full moon cycle is three days.”
“Leon,” you whine with a laugh, “I wanna shower. The outdoor one is fine but take me home so I can bathe thoroughly.”
He snorts a laugh and squeezes your hips, “Okay, since I didn’t wolf out like I thought I would, I can take you to my house. And then tonight we can use my guest room.”
He waggles his eyebrows making you giggle, “You’re such a dork. C’mon help me up so we can go home.”
“Sounds good to me,” he brushes your hair back from your face and kisses you sweetly, “home it is.”
have you ever dabbled in Omegaverse CoD?? If you’re comfortable I’d love some spicy headcanons about Alpha 141 with their Omega reader 🤭
Oh don't even get me STARTED-
Omegaverse TF141 Headcanons
(Part One: How it Begins)
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, Emergency heat, Illegal suppressants
Masterlist
So first of all, I have a hard time imagining all four men are alphas
Primarily because I believe in the gospel that is Omega Soap
The idea of being underestimated because of his designation, of being rebellious of authority due to it and rising the ranks to prove his commanding officers wrong, of possibly even concealing himself because of the stereotypes involved is GOLD
Soap is also an attention whore, is very tactile and affectionate and outgoing, and I just feel like Omega suits him better than Alpha or Beta
We don't need to argue about Price. This man is an Alpha. No debate. Assured. Commanding. Feral. Protective. Yet gentle and indulgent when he can be.
Gaz I think can be pretty versatile, but for the sake of team dynamics and figuring out how they all blend together, Beta suits him best. He's calmer, keeps his cool under fire, and is in many ways more emotionally attuned than Soap. He's a steadying presence that's needed within the volatility of the other three, and they adore him endlessly for it
Ghost, for the sake of these headcanons, is an Alpha. However I think there's a whole realm of exploration in regards to him being a hidden omega. Details on that at a later time.
You, however, are an Omega
You, like Soap, concealed your designation in the military to avoid questions. You take a rigorous amount of suppressants, allow yourself to be perceived as a beta. Under the radar. Quiet. Reserved. Trying to not draw attention.
That changes when you're in the field with the 141 and things go very very badly.
It's an extended mission. You'd packed a month's worth of heat suppressants, can live off the lower quality ones given in supply drops along the way. You're there as an asset, a specialist, and there's a distance between you and the team that you don't mind. As long as you don't attract their attention and reveal yourself things will be fine
Except they aren't fine. In fact, they go to shit
Your camp is ambushed. You lose your kit in the scuffle, try to scramble for it under the hail of gunfire but Ghost grabs you by the scruff and snarls to leave it
You have no choice. You're hauled away, watching your kit vanish into the darkness, your heat suppressants alongside it
It takes a few days for the effects to settle in, and when they do it's hard
You haven't had a heat in years, and the withdrawal of the supplements you've been swallowing gives you a withdrawal whiplash that sends you into a delirious, feverish haze
You try and push them away, try and say you're fine, but you've been made
Soap is the first to figure it out. He knows that scent like he knows himself. He plays arbitrator alongside Gaz, tries to keep you hydrated and fed, keeps Ghost and Price well at bay. They're respectful, of course, sympathetic no doubt, but they're glad for Gaz and Soap running interference
Unfortunately it becomes clear pretty fast that things are quite dire
You've been taking illegal suppressants for far too long in an attempt to conceal your designation. They're illegal for a reason, because once your supply runs out, the heat you go through could be fatal
Price intervenes first
He's gentle, reassuring, firm in your feverish, wrecked state. You look at him with watery eyes, drink in his scent and beg him please-
He gives you what you need. Slow, firm thrusts, dragging wanting little cries from you as he ruts you with precise, rolling presses of his hips into yours
He has Gaz on standby, makes sure that his captain doesn't hurt you, doesn't lose himself. Your head is braced on his lap, your tears of pleasure wiped away by his thumbs as he hushes you "I know. I know doll. You're okay. Gonna take care of you."
It's not enough. You're consumed by sickening heat, and eventually Ghost is forced to step in too
He fills the ache in way Price is reluctant to, refuses to do as your superior officer. Ghost involves himself in the role, tells himself it's to save you, to keep you alive
But when you moan and whine under him so pretty like that, he has a hard time holding back
After, Soap holds you, shushes into your hair as you whimper and whine, as Ghost and Price debate about abandoning the mission so they can call for med-evac. It's Soap's hands on you that help quell the ache, provide a brief respite from the all consuming blaze inside you
It takes days for your heat to settle, and in those days you're lost in a buttery haze of flesh and wetness and moans as the men try and see to you, try and tell themselves it's only clinical, try to refuse the fact that they're falling for you
You wake up back at base, and in the days that follow you barely leave your room, waiting for you to be called down to someone's office and dismissed from your role, turned out of the military for hiding your designation
Instead you're summoned by Price, and in his office are the others
"No one will ever know." He promises you, low and sincere. "You have our protection as long as you want it."
You know years later that this was the moment you accepted your fate, took a single step towards them that would lead to the claims against your skin, each of them bearing your own mark in turn. Claimed.
In this moment you look up at them, again echo that singular desperate plea for them to stay.
Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?
Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭
Headlock
Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.
You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.
The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.
Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.
“Please! T-too much!”
He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.
His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.
You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.
The different creatures that made up KorTac was always fascinating to you. Being one of the only humans made you stand out in a mostly hybrid military force. It was interesting being the one on the receiving end of all the questions. Not like you didn’t have any yourself of course, but that was neither here nor there.
There was one member however, that not many people knew about. König. The colonel was a complete mystery to most everyone in the company, yourself included. Despite all the questions thrown his way, it was like he had become and expert at dodging them.
You hadn’t meant to walk in on him and discovery his secret, honest. So needless to say, both you and the Austrian giant that led your company were both a bit startled when you walked in on him changing. You quickly shut the door behind you, just on the off chance somebody else could see.
Where a normal human being would have a mouth and nose, this man had a variety of tentacles. Each one was littered with scars, and varied in their shape and size. “What can I help you with?” the voice you heard seemed like it came out of nowhere, but it was definitely the voice you knew to be his.
You stuttered and stumbled, trying to find the words to tell him your reasoning for being there. König sighed heavily and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall of his room. A familiar tingle was spreading down to the very tips of his extra appendages and he knew what was happening. “You need to leave,” he tells you briskly. “I…can’t be responsible for what happens if you stay.”
You cocked an eyebrow briefly before you saw his body language shift. Your eyes immediately drifting to your colonel’s crotch, judging by the scent in the room. You’d done your research on a variety of hybrids once you were accepted into KorTac. You wanted to be aware of the different challenges your teammates faced and how you could help them during those times.
For cephalopods, they did face mating seasons, like many others and twice a year at that. And that’s when it dawned on you, the issue in the room. Your colonel had been about to lock himself in his room for said time of year.
Now, any sane person would bolt, run from the room and mentally scrub their eyes of whatever the hell it was they just saw. You were quite the opposite however. You straightened yourself up and cleared your throat. “How can I help, Colonel?” you asked, putting as much emphasis on just how genuine your offer was.
König’s eyes widened a bit as he considered your offer carefully. On the one hand, he’s finally have somebody to sit through his cycle with him. On the other, he often times didn’t know he own strength during those times. A risk he was willing to take.
“Lie down,” he tells you, the voice you hear ar more growly than before. It’s as if you’re compelled to obey, your legs carrying you over to his bed and laying back. “Now take off your pants and undergarments.” You follow along as you’re instructed, moving quicker than you probably would if this were something more formal.
But this is instinctual and you knew it, both of you did. You watched with curiosity as König kneels between your legs, spreading them gently. His large hands splayed across your thighs sent a wave of arousal straight to your sex. You hear your colonel chuckle quietly at your reaction.
“Eager are we?” the Austrian hybrid purrs. The first couple tendrils to touch your leg startle you and your body instantly recoils a bit. “Hush now, schatz. I promise you this will feel good.” And like that, you can feel a soothing wave rush over your skin. Like a safety net, letting you know all was okay.
The suckers along König’s tentacles drug across your skin. The pull was lightly painful, but in a very pleasant way. They surround and caress your sex, tugging and rubbing everywhere at once. Your hips try to buck up off the bed, but a firm hand holds you still.
“S-Sir!” you moan, head falling back. Your sense are foggy and fuzzy with pleasure, enough that you barely miss the tendril that prods your entrance. You can feel him moving his body against your leg, no doubt creating friction against his erection.
“You taste so good little one,” the hybrid hums, sounding more as if he were admiring you than pleasuring you. “You’ll taste even better once you come for me, no?” You can only whimper and nod your head in agreement. Words were beyond you now; the only thing penetrating your fluff filled head was pleasure.
You can feel puffs of air hitting just above your sex and look down to meet his gaze. His chest is heaving, as if he were borderline coming. “Yes my dear, you’re making me feel good,” König tells you. Part of your still sane mind wonders how in the hell he guessed that, but you’re not exactly in the state of mind to be asking questions.
One, then two slicked up tentacles penetrate your hole, kissing along your walls as they slowly fill you. Your eyes roll back in your head from the explosion of pleasure. It felt like it was building…building until–
“Come.”
The command breaks you, has your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your back arches up off the plush mattress these “heat” rooms, as they were called, had. All the way, your sex is all but milked by König’s tentacles.
You’re shaking by the time the tremors of pleasure finally slow. Strong hands help your body relax back down, so you’re simply flopping yourself over. “Well done schatz,” you hear the hybrid praise, accent a bit thicker now. You can feel him rub soothing circles across your skin, helping to ground you.
You sit yourself up onto your elbows, doing your best to slow your breathing. Your colonel chuckles softly at you, patting your outer thigh. “I hope you’re not too tired yet hmm?” You give him a quizzical look; all your readings stated that cephalopods usually only lasted a single round. “I am more than just a hybrid darling, I”m a man as well.
“And I have much more that I need from you.”
I’m glad you liked my little forced raven shifter bit I was worrying it was too long 😅 (also idk why I’m using a raven for this, I just really like birds) 🫧 also I am really sorry about this rant again but it is 2am I can’t sleep and 🦐 struck gold here
It’s Price who extends the olive branch first. The bear shifter sees how crooked the new edition is, and reads her files to see that anything regarding her being a shifter is redacted. Laswell informs him that she is a forced shifter and he keeps it quiet.
He sees her as a little baby bird, isolated and struggling to understand her foreign body and new instincts. He leaves her a coffee every morning, which she seems to appreciate, but the perches he had installed around base go unused and he finds his peace offerings right where he left them at the end of the day. He’s confused, but undeterred, and decides to leave it for a while and see if she settles in herself.
It’s Gaz who tries next. He’d been a little unsettled at first, bristling when she first stepped onto base, but he soon came to the conclusion that even though she was… different, so we’re the rest of them. He paid attention to what she would eat and tried to fix her a plate, but she pushed him away and stopped turning up to the mess hall. That one hurt, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t abiding by normal etiquette, but he talked to Price and decided to try being a little less pushy, instead offering her to join him on runs and sticking near her during training.
Soap has always been the most outgoing of the ragtag pack. When she arrived, he ignored her strange scent and wary stares and tried to throw an arm around her shoulder but she’d just jumped away and stared at him like a deer in headlights, fighting the urge to either tilt her head or peck him with a beak that wasn’t even there. Even after a couple of weeks she was still recoiling at him and while he was confused, he shrugged it off with a simple “it’s alright, Hen, I don’t bite” and a smile that showed too many teeth.
Ghost was a faceless operative with no trace of a backstory and an even less polite disposition. He wasn’t scared of her when she arrived, simply staring her down with stony eyes and squinting when she pushed Johnny away. He picked up immediately that she wasn’t normal, but wasn’t particularly phased. Her clinical scent wasn’t worse than being buried alive, after all. Despite this, Ghost was still a cheetah, known for being wary and skittish. He kept his distance, and didn’t say anything when she kept rolling her shoulders like she was ruffling wings or reaching to preen phantom pin feathers. He got used to her quickly, and while he was a little cautious of how detached and uncomfortable she was and how she would never shift, he did his best to respect her boundaries and stop Soap from tackling her in the mornings.
It came to a head when one morning, Soap decided to pull a harmless prank on their new edition. If he knew what would have happened, he would never have done it, but when he jumped out at her on a random Thursday morning, he wasn’t expecting the sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing followed by a screech. In her place, instead of a person in military gear, Johnny saw a pile of clothes with a raven sat atop it, screaming at the top of its avian lungs.
Then he saw it.
Her eyes were too large, her feathers were ruffled and covered in stress bars, and she was limping on normal foot and another with only two claws. He felt awful, but the damage had been done, and he was being pulled back by the collar by Ghost and Gaz was running to get Price. The raven made for the closest cover, underneath a cabinet they were all too big to get under, not trusting her wings to take her away.
It took Price the best part of half an hour to coax her out with soothing words and treats, and when she did finally hop into his hand he handed her a tab from a can, which confused her. Why did this trash seem like treasure? Why did she want it so much? He used her confusion to gently pet her head and start picking at the itchy keratin sheaths on her new feathers. He sighed, the little bird didn’t even know how to take care of herself.
At that point, the 141 took her in, vowing to work through her fears and teach her everything she needed to know.
MY HEARTTTTTTT
Okay but this right here is It. This is how it would go. Especially with a made raven? She's fighting so hard against her instincts and she's itchy all the time and she's so uncomfortable in her own skin that she has trouble connecting to people.
You are so absolutely spot on with these though, how each of them would act and react.
Price trying to give her treasure is so damn sweet I swear. Just. My heart can't take this it's so gooooooood
Title is the song “Roardin” by Marcela Bovio. Highly recommend listening to it before/during/after reading.
This idea started as musing on this headcanon from the amazing mind of @soapskneebrace and she gave me permission to run with it. And then, uh. This happened. I… have no idea how. This one got away from me. There was an entire subplot that I cut. Gaz wasn’t even supposed to be here BUT HE IS. Look idk I’m just gonna yeet this and run.
Soap x plus size f!reader
You’ve loved Johnny for a long time, but you’re convinced the feeling is not reciprocated. So you keep it to yourself and, well, at least he’s still your friend.
Warnings: Swearing, some very unhealthy mental state on reader’s part, they’re both idiots, idiots to lovers.
Word count: 7.5k
The first time you met Johnny was at a party. Your friend Emily had promised you it would be a lowkey thing.
So of course there were twenty people.
You ended up sitting on a chair, watching Emily flirt with one of the others. You were trying not to be bitter, but it was hard when you felt so alone. You didn’t know anyone but Emily, and you weren’t great in big social situations like this. So you sat and watched people, holding a cup of beer that was slowly growing warm in the balmy night.
Hooray for blurbs! My request is for the protective list, number 4 - "when I say run, don't wait or look back just run" - I figure this would work either with Price/Mama Bear or Gaz/Cat. Your choice as to if it's the human or the shifter who's making a break for it.
I went with Gaz/Kitty because it felt right at the time. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: threat of violence, minor character deaths, 141 are all protective of kitty.
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You weren't sure how these people had found out you were a shifter, or how they'd followed you, or how they'd managed to catch you shifted.
But they had.
Your gaze darted between the five of them, all armed, all prepared. One had a fucking net ready to toss at you.
In other words... you were fucked. Well and truly fucked.
You wished you'd been able to say goodbye to Gaz, leave him some kind of note, something so that he had some closure. But you were rapidly running out of time as one of them edged forward, testing you. You hissed, all of your fur already floofed on end, back arched.
But they'd trapped you in a corner and you all knew it. There was no way out for you. Even if you shifted, you didn't stand a chance.
"Make it easy on all of us," one of them said, even as the one with the net lifted it. "Give up now."
You hissed your answer. It wasn't in your nature to give up so easily.
There was a soft crackle from above you, almost like a radio. Your ears flickered in that direction. Maybe you'd misheard? But no, there it was again. Another deliberate crackle.
Your heart leapt.
"When I say run, don't wait or look back," Gaz said quietly from above you. So quietly, in fact, that you thought maybe the men hadn't heard him. They certainly didn't seem to have. "Just run."
You flicked your ears deliberately back at him, tail twitching. He knew you well enough by now to know that was agreement.
The man who'd spoken stepped forward, one hand stretching out towards you.
"Run." That was all the warning you got before there was a muffled gunshot, and the man dropped, a hole in his head.
You didn't wait to see what the others did. You booked it, leaping into the open space left by the dead man and running hard. The shouting behind you barely registered, but the gunshots did.
The net that managed to catch your back half definitely caught your attention. You yowled, momentarily caught, struggling to free yourself.
"Blue," came a familiar rumble, and you jerked to find Price kneeling down to rip the net away from you. You jumped up onto his shoulder, headbutting the side of his head in greeting. "Alright?"
You chirruped a soft reply. Sure, you were still a bit panicky, but your pack was here. Your person had saved your life.
You were much better than you would have been otherwise.
"Gaz," Price called. "Soap and Ghost are on the way for cleanup."
"Rog." Gaz dropped carefully from his sniper point, passing by the bodies without a second look. He'd killed all of them. For you. "You alright, love?"
You chirruped at him too, slow-blinking too for good measure. As soon as he was close enough, you abandoned Price for Gaz, headbutting him and purring.
"I'm sorry, love," he murmured, one hand rising to steady you. "Dunno how they knew about you, but I'll find out."
"We'll find out," Price corrected, eyes stormy as he walked past to check the nearest body. "It'll be handled. Keep close to one of us in the meantime. I will make that an order if I have to."
You mrrped, more then agreeable after this little misadventure. You headbutted Gaz again, licking his ear.
"Did we miss the fun?" Soap asked as he sauntered up to the little group of you, Ghost steps behind him.
"Oh no," Price said with a little grin. "Fun starts now."
Soap groaned, way more dramatic than he actually felt, and you watched as they worked on cleanup. It was nice to know that they'd come for you, as you would for them.
You'd be bringing back gifts for them for days, and you didn't mind in the least.
A CoD Poly!fic idea I had, if anyone wants to write it.
Sorry, kind of long, but it's been an idea I had for a while.
The reader is a tiger shifter, their tiger form is larger than normal tigers. Not by much but enough to warrant some suspicion while around non!shifters.
The reader finds the 141 and Los Vaqueros while they are on a mission, but they get ambushed. Reader, in tiger form, comes across them just as the enemy is about to kill or torture one of the team. Reader jumps out attacking the people holding the 141 and Los Vaqueros.
Price and Ghost notice the same tiger on other missions, become suspicious so they set up a plan to capture it.
Noticing they have possibly been found out, reader tries to escape without being captured but is caught in a poachers trap. The team finds the tiger and bring it back to base.
That's as far as I have thought. You can create your own timeline for when they learn the readers secret, but have it be a slowburn. (Reader has trust issues about being used or sent to a lab.)
