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Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader
Status: Ongoing
Tags: Alternative Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Simon "Ghost" Riley, Omega John "Soap" Mactavish, Beta Reader-Insert, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta, Beta/Omega, Retired Simon "Ghost" Riley, Retired John "Soap" Mactavish, Established Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish, Polyamory, Developing Relationships, Courting Rituals, Misunderstandings, Mental Health Issues, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Age Gap, Simon is 50, Soap is 44, Reader is 24, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Multiple POV, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top/Bottom Versatile | John "Soap" Mactavish, Bottom Reader-Insert, Virgin Reader-Insert, Threesome - M/M/Other, Penetrative Sex, First Time, Eating out, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cuckold, Sex Toys, Knotting, Rough Sex, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Creampie, Facefucking, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, There Will Be Grammer/Spelling Errors, I Tried My Best To Proofread On My Own, Sorry Not Sorry, Gender Neuttal Reader-Insert, No Usage of Y/N for Reader-Insert.
Summary: Longtime mated pairs Simon and Johnny take an unexpected inkling to their young Beta tenant.
Genitalia Term(s): Hole, Entrance
Word Count: 5k+
CW: Past bullying, mental health issues, and a bit of violence in the end.
The swings groaned with each kick of air as you soared high in the sky. It felt like you could touch the sun with just the tips of your fingers or possibly lay down on a fluffy cloud. The wind caressed your skin as it brushed your hair - it was liberating.
A smile stretched out your cheeks as your eyes twinkle with the sun beams, laughing of other children filling the air. It was relaxing. It was peaceful.
The bark mulch digged painfully into your skin as your nose was throbbing as blood dribbled down. A bigger kid had pushed you off the swing.
"You had enough time on the swing!" They screamed, "Yer a weedy! Get out o' here! Ye plank!"
Hot tears streamed down your face as you cried at the top of your lungs.
-
It was a chilly, windy day as you stepped out and locked the front door. The brisk cold air penatrating a tad bit through your thin jacket. You double-checked the front door to see if it was properly locked before heading out. You were about to unlock the side gate when the call of your name grabbed your attention.
"Headin' out to uni?" John asked as he walked out the side door with a smile on his face. His blue eyes gleamed as he had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
You nodded in confirmation.
"Not in this weather. It's way ower cold fer yoo tae walk. A'm gonna give ye a ride over, arright?" John said as he pulled out his right hand and jingled his keys. "And no whingin'." He pointed at you with a raised eyebrow.
You pursed your lips and nodded in agreement, "Thanks, John."
"Ah, it's nae bother!" He grinned out as his hand patted your back before skimming up to your nape, squeezing reassuringly.
The drive over was peaceful as John had the radio turned on at a low volume, "Sae, how's uni goin'?"
"Oh, it's alright! Um, it's a bit hard at times, but it's grand." You replied with a smile.
"Ah, that's guid!" John responded back. "Ye got any plans wi yer mate's anytime soon?"
"Mm, no. Uh, we usually try to knock about once a month or so. We're all occupied with our own lives." You said with a shrug of your shoulders.
"Ah ken." John sighed out with a nod. He pulled up at the front entrance and shifted the gear into park. His blue eyes discreetly roamed over you. "A'll pick yoo up when yer finished, arright? Juist text me."
You opened your mouth to tell him that was not needed, but his hand reached out to gently shut your mouth, putting an end to your protests before they began. His hand rubbed at your jaw as he reassured you in a purring tone, "Dinna fash yerself, yeah?"
Your cheeks and ears turned red as you simply nodded, "Guid." Johnny whispered out as he let your jaw go.
"Have a guid day, arright?" He smirked out as his tongue swiped at his lower lip.
You nodded robotically as you popped the car door open and stepped out. Was he flirting with you? Nah. You're definitely mixing up his niceness with flirting. There's no way someone his caliber would be interested in someone like you. It was all delusional thinking.
If their words rang true, and they probably did.
-
"Who'd even be a friend o' yours?" A girl snickered out as she walked down the same path as school had finished and everyone was going back home.
You glanced around to see who they were talking to, "We're talkin' to you! You numpty!" The blonde hair girl gritted out.
"Yeah! Yer so ugly that I bet you'll die alone!" The other girl sneered out as they ran away laughing at the top of their lungs.
You stared at yourself in the mirror for half an hour that night.
-
Simon and John were now practically your personal chauffeurs with how they would consistently drive you to and back from uni. They would also continually invite you over for dinner, sometimes breakfast when they pressed you enough to admit you had skipped your first meal of the day. Was all of this a common thing that landlords did for their tenants?
Your only experience with landlords was your previous one, who was not as benevolent as Simon and John were - not even close. You were self-aware of how clueless you can be, but surely all their hospitality towards you was normal?
You sighed out as you gathered the remainder of the chocolate chips cookies and placed them neatly into the food container. Your mates had just left after a quick get-together as you walked down the path to the side door as you rang the doorbell that they had placed there for times like this.
The wait wasn't long for the door to be unlocked and then swung open to reveal Simon, whose eyes immediately went down to the container in your hands. He shut the door softly behind him (once John left the door open too long, that resulted in a squirrel running inside their home). He immediately nabbed it, popped the lid open, but paused at the presence of something white in it.
"Oh, I, uh, added marshmallows this time 'round. I saw a recipe f'r it online and decided to give it a shot." You explained as Simon took a bite out of one, letting out a growl in satisfaction.
"Bloody cookies are more-ish. Absolutely banging." He mumbled out as he was still chewing on the cookie, popping the other half into his mouth.
You smiled at his compliments as he pushed the lid shut as he looked at you. He leaned in as he took a whiff of you as you just stayed still, assuming this was another security check of his. He let out a hum as he stood up straight.
'Well, then. Goodnight, Simon." You waved up at him with a smile as he looked down at you as it seemed he was contemplating something for a split second before his usual poker face set right back in.
"G'night, kid." He whispered out as he pulled you into a hug, which stunned you. Your face was practically smushed against his pectoral muscles as his thick, muscular right arm held you snugly against his rigid body. His body heat warmed you up quickly in the cool night air as you hesitantly reached up and patted his back in return.
Simon seemed to be touch averse. You once saw him practically become a contortionist to avoid brushing against someone in a crowded supermarket. He seemed to only like and allowed John to touch him, which was why you were practically frozen in place at him casually hugging you. You could smell his cologne radiating off of him as it was sure to stain your clothes.
Guess he saw you as a good friend.
[Read The Full Fic Here]
📓: Chapter three is here! It took a pretty dark turn, but it'll lead us to the next arc, which is the reader getting together with Simon and Johnny! I'm also thinking of making the reader have an overbite and tmj pain, which causes them to need braces. It's definitely self-indulgence, but as someone who doesn't have perfect teeth, I feel like it's often overlooked. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
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Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader
Category: M/M, F/M, Multiple
Rating: Explicit
Status: Ongoing
Tags: Alternative Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Simon "Ghost" Riley, Omega John "Soap" Mactavish, Beta Reader-Insert, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta, Beta/Omega, Retired Simon "Ghost" Riley, Retired John "Soap" Mactavish, Established Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish, Polyamory, Developing Relationships, Courting Rituals, Misunderstandings, Mental Health Issues, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Age Gap, Simon is 50, Soap is 44, Reader is 24, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Multiple POV, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top/Bottom Versatile | John "Soap" Mactavish, Bottom Reader-Insert, Virgin Reader-Insert, Threesome - M/M/Other, Penetrative Sex, First Time, Eating out, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cuckold, Sex Toys, Knotting, Rough Sex, Creampie, Gender Neuttal Reader-Insert, No Usage of Y/N for Reader-Insert.
Summary: Longtime mated pairs Simon and Johnny take an unexpected inkling to their young Beta tenant.
Genitalia Term(s): Hole, Entrance
Word Count: 7k+
Disclaimer: Simon calls you 'kid' multiple times in this chapter, and from now will refer to you by that nickname.
Simon never thought that Johnny would ever want to open up their relationship. He was way too possessive of him, and it was the same the other way around, so he was rightfully gobsmacked when Johnny mentioned he wanted to add their tenant into their relationship. The whole reason for looking for a new tenant, specifically a beta, was the fact that he didn't want their tenant sniffing him up and trying to weasle their way into their relationship, only for Johnny to sniff at the tenant and now, wants to weasel them into their relationship.
It was extremely ironic, and perhaps the whole tent application criteria was futile.
"A know it's sudden, but their scent really is good. Bloody good, man." Johnny panted out as he licked his lips, "It got me thinkin o hou sweet they are, ye know. Plus, they're a bloody beaut, ainae A right?" Johnny remarked.
It is all too sudden.
Though, he couldn't lie and say he wasn't intrigued by you this whole time. Perhaps he's unconsciously been checking you out this whole time. It wouldn't surprise him, considering he had done that to Johnny when they had first met. It wasn't until Johnny had enough of his bullshite that he barged into his room in the dead of night and yelled his head off that he realized his feelings for his sergeant.
But, he still was suspicious of Johnny. If he was eyeing their tenant this whole time, wouldn't it count as cheating? And why had he changed his mind about not wanting to share him with anyone else?
Simon was lying in bed as Johnny was doing his night routine in the connected bathroom. He could hear the faucet running as well as the sound of him brushing his teeth. Simon let out a huff as he then threw his legs over the side of the bed. He needed to know - now. He leaned against the doorway as he quirked an eyebrow at Johnny, who looked at him quizzacly and shrugged his shoulders.
"Why the change o' heart, Johnny?" Simon spat out as he folded his arms across his chest. "Thought the whole point o' gettin a Beta tenant was so they wouldn't 'get a 'whiff o me'."
"Only f'r ya to get a whiff o them, and now, all o the sudden you want to share me," Simon laid out his observations.
Johnny stiffly nodded as his kept brushing his teeth, toothpaste foam getting all over his chin and dripping down to the basin of the sink.
"Explain yerself to me, Johnny." Simon ordered as he held his chin up high, his lips pursed.
Johnny quickly finished brushing his teeth and cleaned himself up, "Look, A know A'm bein quite the hypocrite right now."
"But, A really didnae want tae share ye with anyone else. It's juist - their kindness, their awkwardness, and hou easily flustered they get slowly got tae me, and thare scent wis the nail in the coffin."
Ah.
Perhaps they've both lost the plot.
"A wis originally gonna shove it away since it wad be disrespectful tae ye, until A saw that look in yer eye." Johnny pointed at Simon with a smug smirk, "I was actually plannin on yellin yer head off fer that, but, then A started thinkin durin that dinner that perhaps, I wouldnae mind sharin ye with them."
Simon smacked his lips, "Geuss, that makes us both cheaters, then."
Johnny belly laughed at Simon's joke, "Both o' us have gone daft. Plus, if A remember correctly, ye didnae exactly push back at ma suggestion, no?"
Simon let out an amused huff, "All the blood was in m'dick and not my head, Johnny. Momentarily loss o' judgment. That's all."
Johnny snorted, "If ye say so. Now, let me finish ma routine, ye big olf."
-
It's been officially over a month since your arrival as rain pounded against the windows and the roof of the Mactavish household. The roaring thunder shook the home as flashes of lightning lighted up the dark sky. Johnny stood in front of the window with his right hand perched on his hip with a cup of coffee in his left.
"It's pishin' it doon out there," Johnny mumbled out as he took a sip of his coffee. Simon was seated on the couch as Riley slept against his thighs, his hands petting the wiry, coarse fur. Those six words pulling Simon straight to the past, to Las Almas. The city that brought them together in more ways than one.
"Speak English," Simon teasingly replied as his eyes flickered to his mate for his reaction. He saw Johnny's eyes light up in recognition through the glass as he affectionately shook his head.
"It's rainin' fockin' hard!" Johnny repeated those same four words as he glanced over his shoulder at Simon.
"Then say so," Simon instinctively replied back as Johnny took a seat to his left, his arm pressed against his.
"Ya ever gonna get tired of quotin' that?" Johnny asked aa he took another sip of his coffee, already knowing the answer.
Simon shook his head, "Nah." He sighed out as his phone chimed, causing his attention to get pulled elsewhere. He unlocked his phone to see a text notification from you as he glanced out at the downpour outside.
You [15:32 p.m.]
Hello, my afternoon classes got canceled due to the rain. I was wondering if you or John could give me a ride home? I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Me [15:33 p.m.]
sure.
it's no problem. no need to apologize.
just send me your location, and i'll be right out.
You [15:35 p.m.]
*location sent*
Thank you so much! Is there anything that I can do in repayment?
Me [15:36 p.m.]
no. you're alright.
i'll notify you when i'm nearly there.
You [15:37 p.m.]
Okay, then.
Drive safe!
Me [15:37 p.m.]
👍
"Kid's stuck in the rain. 'm gonna go an' pick them up. I'll be right back, Johnny." Simon informed his mate, patting his thigh as he stood up to get his keys.
"Be careful, Si." Johnny worriedly wished his mate off as his scent had lost its top notes, only the sharp base notes left for Simon's nose to pick upon.
Simon growled out to ease his mate's worries as Johnny relaxed into his arms. Simon pressed a kiss to the crown of his head as he rubbed at Johnny's nape. "It'll be olright, Johnny. I'll drive slow and be on high alert. I'll text you when I arrive, yeah?"
Johnny nodded as he let go, "Orright." He whispered out. Johnny's sister had gotten into an accident in the exact same weather conditions Simon was about to go out right now. She had been carefully driving home from work when another car in the next lane over, hydroplaned and knocked right into hers. Since then, Johnny's never liked going out whenever it stormed hard.
Simon quickly texted you that he was already on his way as he started up the vehicle. The garage door opened as he shifted the gear into reverse. He glanced out at Johnny, picking out the window as he didn't wave 'bye' at him; Johnny thought it was bad luck.
Simon arrived in twenty minutes' time at the uni. His eyes landing on you huddled under the library porch with an umbrella already opened. Luckily, it was a short walk as you had texted Simon the location of the back entrance instead of the front where the walk would've been longer.
You hurriedly, but carefully, speedwalked to his vehicle as Simon had popped the door open, so all you had to do was slide in. You immediately closed the umbrella and placed it on the car floor, and quickly pulled the car door shut.
"Thank you again, Simon." You repeated as Simon just grunted in response. Simon waited until you had your seat belt on to pull away from the curb. The drive was silent, saved for the rain drops hitting the vehicle. Simon saw you shifted a bit in your seat through the corner of his eye as a light bulb went off in Simon’s head.
He couldn't hold back his smirk, "Relax, kid. Johnny n' I didn't shag where you're sittin'. We shagged in the backseat." He snorted at your reaction as his eyes flickered to see you had your eyes squeezed shut and your entire face beet red.
"Good to know," your low mumbled barely reached Simon’s ears as he lifted a brow in approval. He reached out his right hand and rubbed at your nape. His hand warm to the touch as it was a nice contrast to your cool body.
"So you do got some humor in ya, hm?" Simon growled out as he slyly watched you squirm in your seat. He saw the tips of your ears red as he removed his hand from your nape, pretending he had an itch on his nose in order to smell his hand.
Lavender, huh?
The engine was shut off as he shifted the gear in park as the garage door shut plunging the two of you in darkness. He heard you shuffling about to gather your things as he reached out to hold you still.
He couldn't see what expression you were making, but he knew your eyes were wide open in confusion as he felt you stiff a bit before relaxing.
"Yer probably gonna 'ave to stay the night over," He informed you in a calm tone. "We got an extra bedroom f'r ya. Don't worry, Johnny n I didn't shag in there." He snorted out as he heard you sigh with annoyance.
Simon showed you where you could hang your damp jacket and place your shoes out in the garage as he then led you inside. Johnny immediately made a beeline to the two of you as he checked up on his mate.
You simply moved to use the bathroom as Simon took this opportunity to shove his hand under Johnny's nose. "Managed to get their scent on me. Smells like lavender, yeah?" Johnny inhaled your lingering scent deeply as he hummed in agreement.
"Lavender, aye?" He mumbled out as he looked up at Simon.
"Kid's gettin high score on my assessment so far," Simon hummed out as he glanced at the closed bathroom door. "How 'bout you?"
"Practically checkin every box on my assessment," Johnny answered as the toilet flushing was heard through the closed door. "Juist neit tae see hou they clean up after themselves."
"From what I can tell, it seems they're pretty neat." Simon gave his input as he glanced at the bathroom door as the faucet could be heard running.
"Let's do a flat inspection once the weather clears up." Johnny proposed as Simon nodded in agreement.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Dinner went on as planned. You helped clean up after dinner and finished some school work on the kitchen table. The rain continued to come down as it would momentarily lighten up, then, to only come down even harder just a few minutes later.
The clock hanging on the living room wall right next to the side door read 10:21 as you deemed it time to head to bed. You didn't have classes tomorrow, but you had a strict bedtime routine in place to curb your insomnia.
You packed up all your stuff as you carefully held your laptop against your chest as you walked down the small hallway that led to the living room. You heard the telly playing some movie you didn't recognize as Simon and John were practically smushed into one person from how close they were to one another.
"Um, I'm gonna turn in f'r the night." You awkwardly interrupted them as you rocked back on your heels.
The two men nodded as John got up, "Arright, then. Let me show ye the guest bedroom. Oh! Dae ye have extra clothes? A could lend ye some."
"Uh, no, I don't, and that'll be well. Thank ya!" You replied back with a smile.
John nodded, "A'll go get them. Simon can show ye the bathroom an whit ye can use tae freshen up, yeah?"
Simon grunted, "Follow me, kid." He said as he placed a hand on your shoulder for guidance. The restroom was spacious and neatly organized. There was a dresser tucked into the corner of the room as Simon opened the doors to reveal three sets of nicely stacked towels on the top row, as well as some extra toiletries for times like this.
John walked in, carrying some folded clothes as he set them on the counter. "Here ye go. A tried lookin fer the smallest size A haed stored away, hopefully they wonae fit too big fer ye."
"It's no problem, honestly. Thanks for everything, Simon and John." You said with a smile as the two men then left the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it as you got ready for bed.
"Kid's too bloody nice," Simon remarked as they entered their shared bedroom.
"Ye worried aboot 'em?" Johnny prodded as he stacked his pillows against the headboard. He grabbed his kindle from the bedside dresser as he sank into the pillows.
"How could I not?" Simon retorted back, "Kid needs to grow a pair o' bullocks. They're a beta, but there are some Alpha's that'll still take advantage o' em." Simon ranted as he threw himself onto the bed.
"I ken, I ken. Ye should probably scent 'em, then." Johnny proposed as he looked over the rim of his reading glasses.
"Mm, yer right. 'm gonna go and scent the bedsheets." Simon got up with a grunt as Johnny chuckled at his swiftness.
You came out of the bathroom freshly cleaned as your cheeks were a tad bit red from the hot shower you took. You tucked away your dirtied clothes into your backpack as you then made your way over to Simon’s and John's bedroom as the door was left ajar. You sofly tapped your knuckles against the door before pushing it open slightly to peek in.
Simon's and John's eyes flickered down for a split second before looking back at your face. "Thanks once again for everythin. Just came 'ere to wish ya both a good night."
"G'night, kid." Simon replied back as he was watching some telly.
"Guid night," Johnny repeated with a soft smile.
With that, you left and closed the door behind you as the two men looked at one another.
"Steamin' bloody Jesus." Johnny mumbled out.
"Fuckin' hell." Simon gritted out.
"Kid's practically swimmin' and glowin' in yer clothes, Johnny." Simon palmed his twitching cock in his sweats, his breathing growing ragged.
"A ken. A was mighty close tae bendin' em over n' havin' ma way with 'em." Johnny hoarsed out as his own cock was filling out, his clit pulsating as his vulva began to secrete slick.
"Yer gonnae 'ave to pry me off o' 'em once 'm able to get a taste of 'em." Simon boasted out as he pulled Johnny in for a passionate kiss.
Johnny snorted, "They're gonna 'ave their hands full with us."
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📓: New Chapter! This was originally supposed to come out yesterday (6/22), but then I had a last-minute idea to add to this chapter! Sorry for any (there will be) spelling/grammer errors! I proofread as I go, so things miss me. Please don't be afraid to comment down below, and please reblog my work! The next chapter will be mainly courting based, and there will be some drama!
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The second chapter of "Take What I Want When I Wanna And I Want Ya" is still in the works! I'm probs like 1/3 or 2/3 in.
I'm trying to update this series at least once a month, maybe two if I write fast enough. Keep in mind that I'm aiming for at least (!) 5k words, plus, I'm also simultaneously working on other projects at the same time, so updates will be slow!
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Pairing: Alpha! Simon "Ghost" Riley x Omega!John "Soap" Mactavish x Beta!GN!Reader
Category: M/M, F/M, Multiple, Other
Rating: Explicit
Status: Ongoing
Tags: Alternative Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Simon "Ghost" Riley, Omega John "Soap" Mactavish, Beta Reader-Insert, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta, Beta/Omega, Retired Simon "Ghost" Riley, Retired John "Soap" Mactavish, Established Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish, Polyamory, Developing Relationships, Courting Rituals, Misunderstandings, Mental Health Issues, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Age Gap, Simon is 50, Soap is 44, Reader is 24, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Multiple POV, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top/Bottom Versatile | John "Soap" Mactavish, Bottom Reader-Insert, Virgin Reader-Insert, Threesome - M/M/Other, Penetrative Sex, First Time, Eating out, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cuckold, Sex Toys, Knotting, Rough Sex, Creampie, Gender Neuttal Reader-Insert, No Usage of Y/N for Reader-Insert.
Summary: Longtime mated pairs Simon and Johnny take an unexpected inkling to their young Beta tenant.
Genitalia Term(s): Hole, Entrance
Word Count: 7k+
Simon and Johnny were at a crossroads. They had been renting out an accessory dwelling unit for the past nine years, and their most recent tenant, an omega, had their lease terminated and immediately removed from the premises for trying to seduce Simon.
Johnny was absolutely livid. He practically had to be removed from the shaken Omega as he was quite possessive of his mate, naturally so. It was absolutely hell for him when they both were serving in the SAS, and all the young Omega recruits were chirping away at Simon.
He had to put countless recruits in their place back in the day. He didn't think he would need to do so again when they both retired eleven years ago. Sure, there were glances at Simon whenever they've stepped out. He could handle that, but to actually rub themselves against him and crane their neck up at him?
He was gonna bite their throat out.
Johnny was still fuming, although a whole month had already passed since that incident. Simon didn't mind it one bit. Especially with how libidinous it made Johnny in the bedroom. Though, it did make his cock feel like it was gonna fall off at any given moment, but he still didn't complain.
"We should make the rental listin Beta only," Johnny proposed after two rounds of steamy sex. His head propped up by his hand as he laid on his side, glowing from a combination of a thin layer of sweat covering his body and a body shaking orgasm.
"What're ya on about?" Simon grumbled out as his cock was still twitching from the aftershocks of his equally intense orgasm. He glanced over at his longtime lover as his eyes roamed over his naked body.
"Well, after the whole incident. A think we should only accept Beta tenants from now own, sae they wonae get a whiff o ye an want tae have ye for their own." Johnny gritted out as his usual sweet scent turned bitter.
Simon raised a brow as he contemplated Johnny's offer for a bit before letting out a hum of agreement. "Sure, why not?" He mumbled out as he sat up from the bed. The sheets unsticking themselves off his broad sweaty back.
"Arright, A'll edit the listin right now then." Johhny mumbled out triumphantly as he nabbed his phone off the bedside dresser. "We should also interview them at a different place than our own home."
Johnny began to ramble," So A can make sure they ainae eyein ye up or anythin like that. Then, we can brin them over tae get a view o the rental once they pass ma test."
"Sure, Johnny." Simon snickered out as he stepped into the shower as his nose caught his scent, it turning back to its usual sweet aroma. He could faintly hear his soft purrs coming from the other room.
"Already updated!" Johnny beamed out as Simon walked out of the bathroom. "Hou aboot after A get freshened up we go oot an grab some grub?" Johnny proposed as he set his phone on the bedside dresser while he stood up from bed.
Simon smirked at Johnny's use of English slang as their habits have long rub on each other by now. "Olright, your choice." Simon agreed as he popped Johnny on his arse as he walked into the bathroom.
"Hand's tae yerself, ye numpty." Johnny playfully scolded as he turned the shower on and stepped inside. He only was able to get his hair wet before he felt familiar muscular arms wrap around him and a hard cock rubbing at his lower back.
"Sorry to tell ya, but 'm afraid you're gonna 'ave to miss those lunch specials, Johnny." Simon murmured out as he lined his cock up with Soap's pussy as he pushed inside. He groaned at the warm, wet walls shaping itself around his cock.
"Fooock! Ye big bastard. Yer gonnae owe me fer this." Johnny panted out as he placed his hands on the wet shower wall. Wet skin slapping echoed the spacious shower as Simon licked at the bonding mark at Soap's neck.
"Put it on my tab," Simon mumbled out as he lapped at the nape of Soap's neck.
-
This was too good to be true. Your eyes stared at the rental listing on your laptop screen as you kept on over-scrutinizing it. The listing was sure to be a scam, and there had to be something incriminating to prove your suspicions. Nothing. It was legit.
"Christ Almighty," you mumbled out as you frantically filled out the application form and submitted all documentation needed. Your heart pounds away at your sternum, sweat beginning to seep out of your skin, and your hands shake so much, causing you to keep making repeated errors.
You really couldn't stand to live in your scummy flat anymore. The walls were thin enough that you became an unwilling third participant in your neighbor's sexcapedes. The landlord wasn't on top of getting the utilities repaired when needed, and the commute to your university for the upcoming school year was gonna be god-awful.
You needed to move out immediately, or you were gonna become a statistic.
Once you clicked on the submit button, it was like a weight was both lifted and placed on your shoulders simultaneously. For one, you were close to finding a new and greater place to live. But, then again, there was a chance you wouldn't be approved. With your luck, it would be the latter.
Now, all you had to do was wait for that life changing email.
Easier said, then done. You kept checking your email as soon as you woke up, right before you went to bed and throughout the day whenever you had time. The app refreshed countless times, then closed and reopened. Even the spam folder was checked religiously.
It felt like a millennia had passed, but in reality, it had only been three days when that fateful email finally made its appearance in your inbox.
You had just woken up and immediately checked your email like clockwork as you sat at the edge of your bed. It was like time froze as you stared at the long-awaited email sitting in your inbox, staring right back at you. The nerves got too much that you had to place your phone down and do your morning routine immediately to calm you down.
Your finger shook as it hovered over the email as you kept on stalling. A deep breath later, and you bit the bullet and tapped on your phone screen.
We have carefully reviewed your application as well as all the necessary documentation you have sent us, and we are pleased at what we have found. We would like to conduct an interview for further assessment at a later date.
Please reply back with what time and day is most best for you.
Best regards.
Your jaw dropped as you let out a breathy laugh, feeling triumphant. Although it was just an interview and you could still be denied. You were pretty confident you were gonna be approved. Everything was gonna turn out fine, and you were gonna get your life back on track.
-
The day of the interview came, and you were a wreck. You had only managed to get three hours of sleep last night despite going to bed early. It was a night full of tossing and turning, and your mind created a jumbo of scenarios at how the interview could go wrong.
You walked down the pavement to the coffee shop that wasn't located too far from their place. The bell dinged as you swung open the door, swallowing down the lump that's been stuck in your throat since last night.
You glanced around the shop as you quickly found the two landlords sitting in a booth in the far corner of the coffee shop. The two men dwarfed the booth they were practically squished in as their shoulders were pressed right against one another. What a great first impression. You took your seat across from them as you politely introduced yourself with a bright smile.
The man on seated on the left who donned piercing brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, and his pale skin etched with numerous scars kept staring at you like you owed him money. It was deeply unsettling, but you gave the man grace as he was most likely doing a security check on you.
John, on the other hand, was smiling with complete politeness and a welcoming demeanor, which instantly relaxed you. His bright blue eyes practically sparkled as he had a pack of papers set right in front him with a cup of coffee set to the side.
"Glad ye can make it! A'm John an this here is Simon." John introduced himself and pointed a thumb at his mate who simply grunted in greeting. You smiled and nodded as you fiddled with your hands in your lap.
"So, Simon an A here reviewed yer application thoroughly, an we found everthin tae be quite satisfactory." John began the interview as he glanced down at the stack of papers in front of him.
"But, we have a couple o questions to ask first." John stated as he looked up at you, "Wot date would ye like tae move in?" He asked with a smile.
You pursed your lips for a few seconds before answering, "Uh, whenever available, really. I don't have much stuff to move, so it honestly won't take me a while to transport m'stuff over."
John nodded his head, "Arright, that wonnae be a problem. Now, uh, are ye in a relationship?" He asked a little to forward, making Simon let out a puff of air through his nose. "Simon an A gonna need tae know in case it's serious an the two o ye plan tae get married an then move oot so soon."
You made a quizzacle expression at John's sudden change of tone, "No?" You answered with a confused smile, "Uh, m'not in a relationship at the moment. I'm more focused on attendin' uni than anythin, honestly."
John nodded his head as his eyes seemed to gleam at your response, "That's good! Really glad tae hear ye have yer priorities set." John praised you with a big smile as he shifted in his seat.
You saw Simon smirk out of the corner of your eye, but you tuned it out. You geuss John here was admitting his scent, but you couldn't tell at all. You wondered what it smelt like.
"Hou long have ye lived in yer current place an why are ye movin oot o said place?" John inquired with a now investigative expression. He had his hands clasped together as you glanced at the wedding band around his left ring finger.
"I've been living at my current flat for about four years now," you began to recount as you pursed your lips in deep thought, "I decided to move cause of three main reasons: my current landlord is not on top of repairs, the walls are quite thin so I'm hearin personal details, and the commute to my uni would be forty minutes."
John nodded his head in understanding, "Sorry tae hear that." He sympathized with you as he held out a hand in a motion to convey his words.
"Which uni are ya attendin?" Simon chimed in, making you jump in your seat as this marked the first time he's spoken in this conversation. His tone was sharp and suspicious as his eyes didn't waver off of you.
John lightly jabbed his elbow into his mate's ribs, but the larger man ignored him. You smiled in understanding as you answered his question.
"Commute from our place will cut it down to just fifteen minutes. Is that why you chose our rental?" He prodded as his eyes looked you up and down.
You nodded in confirmation, "That's the main reason, yes. Um, I also chose it cause I won't have to share walls with a jackrabbit, and it looks quite nice. I love the garden and all the nature your place is surrounded by, and it's a remote location, too." You ramble on as you hoped they wouldn't think you were being an arsekisser.
Your cheeks turned red as you fought the urge to fan yourself. John gleamed at your reasoning as he seemed to puff out his chest. Simon, on the other hand, let out a small, amused snort.
Turns out John was completely responsible for the garden you mentioned as he immediately began to gloat about his pride and joy until Simon reminded him about the interview. Simon informed you John's the type to brag about his garden at any given opportunity he has.
"Now, tae double check, yer no a smoker?" John asked in a serious tone as he cocked an eyebrow up, "Cause if we find oot ye're lyin an dae indeed smoke, we will immediately terminate the lease an bill the damage repairs tae ye."
You immediately shook your head, "No, no. Not a smoker. I actually have asthma, so I can't even if I wanted to." You responded back with a sheepish smile.
John nodded his head, "Ah, okay. Hou bad is yer asthma? A'm askin in case ye haed an asthma attack an canae contact emergency services. Simon an A here are both certified in first aid. Ye got an emergency inhaler?" Johnny worriedly asked.
"Oh, it's not that bad, honestly. It hasn't acted up since I was in year 8, so I doubt it'll get worse anytime soon. I, uh, never even had an asthma attack before. I usually notice my symptoms before it gets any worse." You eased the man's worries.
The rest of the interview was just the usual questions any landlord would ask. John sighed out as his end of his questions were asked. Now, it was Simon's turn. You nodded with your lips pursed as you turned to look at the bigger man.
"Now, earlier you stated that you weren't in a relationship, nor lookin for one. Do you 'ave any exes? I don't want any o' them on m'property jus' cause they couldn't handle a bloody breakup." He grumbled out as he pinched his brows together.
You slowly shook your head as you felt the tips of your ears going red, "Uh, no. I've... never been in a relationship before, so... " You meekly revealed with a shrug of your shoulders.
Simon grunted in response, "Any o your friends troublemakers? Or the rowdy type? If ya want to get together at your place, that's fine, but I don't want any ruckus in the wee hours o' the mornin, or any property damage. If there is, it'll be your sole responsibility."
"Nah, I only got two friends. Uh, one girl, one boy. They're both Alpha's and already got mates o' their own. Bonded already, too, actually." You replied back with a smile as you couldn't hide how happy you were with your friends' life achievements.
Simon hummed in response, "Ya don't got any weird kinks, do you? I don't want to go outside and find ya shaggin some lass or bloke in m'lawn." Simon mumbled out in discontent.
You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his question as you immediately schooled yourself. "Uh, sorry. I'm the type to laugh at bad moments. Uh, no. 'm not that confident or adventurous." You answered.
"Now, ya mentioned uni earlier. 'm assuming this is your first year, yeah?" Simon first asked, and when he saw you nod in confirmation, "Why so late, then? 'm not judging you, but we gotta know your background a bit. Says a lot about a person."
You let out a surprised hum as you went quiet for a bit. "Uh, I wasn't in the right head space back when I was finishing up secondary school, and I didn't exactly know which career I wanted to go into, so I just went straight into the workforce." You replied in earnest.
You honestly didn't want to speak about the true reasoning of not going to school immediately since employers often found someone with mental issues as a liability. Simon and John were veterans, as said in the description, so you felt they would understand completely.
Simon and John nodded in understanding. The interview was concluded, and you were now gonna be given a tour of the rental. The three of you got up and made the short walk to their place. You awkwardly trailed behind them, but Simon pushed you to the left side of John. He was doing the pavement rule with you and John.
Huh.
Their house came into view as it was grand. Their home was just a typical house you would find throughout the UK, but with little differences here and there. It was two stories with an attached garage. It was surrounded by a wooden lap panel fence that prevented any unwanted glances into their home.
You were let in through the side gate as the rental was approximately thirty feet away from their home. It was also the same architecture as their home, but way smaller and only one floor.
The front door immediately opened to the living room with a wall to the left that separated it from the kitchen. Next to the couch that was pushed up against the wall were two doors. The one closest to the couch that led to the bedroom with a connected bathroom. The one furthest to the couch led to a small closet like room that held the washer and dryer.
All in all, it was a massive upgrade from your current flat. The three of you bid your goodbyes as you took the train back home. Now, you had to wait once more to see if you've been approved, and you felt like you were gonna be the lucky winner.
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A/N: My first omegaverse series! My omegaverse will be a tad different than the typical onegaverse that I grew up on. I'm talking about the early 2010s before the whole emergence of enigmas, gamma, etc. In my omegaverse, Male omega's possess both male/female genitalia. The Vulva is placed where the perineum is, basically between the balls and the anus. Updates for this story will probably take a while since I'm aiming for at least 5k words per chapter. I hope y'all enjoy this series! I apologize for any grammatical/spelling mistakes! The title is from My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish!
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Tags: Alternative Universe - Retired, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Top John Price, Bottom Reader-Insert, Original Female Character(s), Post-Cheating, Post-Infidelity, Flashbacks, Grooming, Emotional Manipulation, Mental Health Issues, Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Sexuality Crisis, Possessive John Price, Protective John Price, John Price's Dad Bod, Dom John Price, Daddy Kink, Size Difference, Size Kink, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Shower Sex, Multiple Sex Positions, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Blow Jobs, Face Fucking, Rough Oral Sex, Rimming, Orgasm Control, Edging, Spanking, Creampie, No Usage of Y/N for Male Reader-Insert.
Summary: Side stories from the main series. A look into your new life with your husband, John Price, and your kids with him.
Genitalia Term(s): Cock, Arse, Hole.
Word Count: 3,261
"Why are you doing this!?" You sobbed out as you kneeled on the floor of your new shared bedroom with John.
"John - !?" You whimpered out as your whole body shaked, your heart thumpering in your chest.
John stood above you as he held an expression of contemptuous, "I can't 'ave you leavin' me and the girls now, can I?" He smacked his lips as his hands were clasped behind his back.
You let out a wail as you heaved, but nothing came out. "I - ! I wasn't gonna leave you." You hoarse out as your fingers pried at the collar around your neck.
It was made of high leather material and had a D shaped ring in front. It was fastened behind your neck with a small padlock keeping it on.
John let out a hum, "You weren't?" He scornfully repeated as he looped a finger onto the collar, yanking you up. "Then, tell me why you have a bag packed then, hm?"
Your bottom lip quivered as you opened your mouth to say something, but only a croak came out. "Come on, then. I know you can do it." Price mocked out as his eyes grew furious.
"I... I just... thought it would be best f'r me to leave," you choked out as hot tears streamed down your face. "The girls are smart! They'll put two and two together and know I'm a homewrecker."
John scoffed, "Lies!" He pulled you up and slammed you against the wall, causing a picture frame to fall and shatter to the ground.
You sobbed, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, John! I just - I got scared!" You pleaded out, "I got scared! I never... been in something like this before!" You babbled out as you stood at the tip of your toes.
John cooed at you, "You got scared?" He repeated back with malice in his tone as his rough palm cradled your cheek. "Why didn't you tell me, hm?"
You gulped, "I... I thought I could handle it on my own! I've grown up alone, so..." You trailed off as you pursed your lips together. You let out a small whimper as John played with your left earlobe.
"You're not alone, sweetie. You got me n the girls, olright?" He cooed out as he brought you in a brief kiss. "Don't close yourself off, kid. We don't keep secrets from one anotha."
You nodded your head, "I'm sorry, John!" You panted out as he brought you into a hug. He shushed you as his hand petted at the back of your head, his other wrapped tightly around your waist.
He rocked on his feet as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Your sobs muffled into his shoulder as he comforted you until they ceased.
John pulled back as he held your face in his hands, "It's okay, but I don't appreciate bein' lied to, yeah? Sorry, sweet'eart, but 'm gonna have'ta punish ya." You whimpered out as you nodded your head.
"Get on the bed," he mumbled out as you did as told. You sat on your haunches as you watched John strip himself completely bare.
His tummy hanged over a bit as he was covered in both thick and fine hair. His body hair was mostly thick and nicely groomed as it covered the expanse of his chest and then tapered to a v-shape down to his navel.
It lead down to a happy trail to his thick nest of trimmed pubes that surrounded his engorged cock. The head was a deep red as it leaked precum, twitching impatiently as his balls were hard and taut.
John climbed onto the bed as he pushed you down onto the bed, pulling out your legs from under you as he straddled your chest. His bulbous head makes your eyes go cross eye as it makes direct eye contact with you.
He grasped the base of it to steady it as he rubbed the head against your lips, smearing precum on your mouth. "Normally, I would've had you kneeling on the floor, but I don't want any glass embedded in you."
He purred out as he gently pushed the head into your mouth, groaning as your tongue lapped at the slit. "We can't have that now, can we?" He chuckled out, "Only I'm allowed to hurt ya."
You nodded in agreement as you wrapped your lips around his cock as he gently thrusted his hips. He allowed you to work him up for a couple of minutes before wrapping his fingers at the hair you had at your nape.
He tightly gripped it as he held your head still as he ignored your gags, forcing his cock down your throat. He groaned out at your throat muscles, clamping around him like they were trying to both pull and push at the same time.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled out as he leaned on a hand a couple inches away from your head, haunches over causing his cock to go even deeper.
You gagged around his shaft as his pubes tickled at your nose, inhaling his musky scent as it was intoxicating. You kept your hands to the side as you didn't need to be told anymore.
John kept still until he felt you relax, and then it was no holds barred. He pulled his hips back until only the head remained and slammed his hips. He set a rough pace as the bed creaked, his balls slapping against your chin.
You heaved as the head speared the back of your throat, your legs kicking out as your hands gripped the sheets tightly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as spit dribbled down the side of your cheek.
"So good. Yeah, gag on it, sweet'eart. Gag on Daddy's cock." He grunted out at each thrust of his hips, sweat beading at his forehead as his mouth hanged open letting out hot breaths.
You moaned around his cock which made him let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering momentarily before finding their rhythm again. You squeezed your eyes shut as hot tears came falling down your face.
John pulled back as you stuttered out, globs of foamy spit running down out of the corner of your mouth. Your face was bright red as you heaved, fighting to catch your breath.
You let out a whine as he gathered your spit and smeared it all over your face. "Y'look so good right now." He smacked his lips, "Straight outta a porno." He breathed out as he lifted his cock up, dangling his achy balls in front of your mouth.
"Suck on em, darlin." He growled out as you lapped at his balls, the fine hair tickling your tongue. You sucked the left testicle into your mouth as you rolled it around with your tongue before repeating with the other.
"Yes, jus' like that." John groaned out as he pumped his cock while you worshipped his balls. "Gonna pump m'cum into ya. It's a shame you can't get knocked up."
He murmured out as he shuffled to the other side of the bed, away from the shards of glass that littered the floor. John motioned for you to follow him as you crawled on all fours towards him.
He easily maneuvered you onto your back so your head can dangle off the edge of it. You opened your mouth as wide as you could as John rammed his cock back into you.
His balls slapping your forehead as he pumped your own cock. His rough palms slicked with a mixture of his spit and your precum twisting at the head. You squirmed as your body began to quiver, eyes rolling back into your skull.
"Shite, gonna bust m'load." He breathed out as his hips sped up a bit as you roughly gagged around him. You kicked out your feet as your eyes squeezed shut as foamy spit ran down your face and into your hair.
"Jesus Christ! Oh - fooock! Swallow Daddy's cum!" John groaned out as his hips stuttered before stilling, pressing even more forward as his hot cum coated your throat muscles.
He pulled out with a loud pop as spurts of his cum landed on your mouth, lapping it up quickly. John heaved as squeezed his eyes shut, his hand still pumping his too sensitive dick until every last drop was pushed out.
He let out a gruff chuckle as he glanced down at you, "Get on yer knees, sweetie. Daddy's not done, yet." He barked out as you squeezed your eyes shut.
-
You stood in the bathroom freshly washed as today was the one year anniversary of you and John getting together. You scrubbed dry your body as your eyes trained on the necklace you donned around your neck.
It was a somewhat thick chain link style necklace that had a gold circular plate that lay against the space in between your collarbones. It had your birth month flower engraved in it. The clasp was nowhere to be found as it was permanent jewelry.
John had given it to you when he deemed you not an at fight risk where he had made you wear a collar when the two of you were alone. If you had gone out, John made sure he had a grip on you at all times.
You fiddled with the circular plate as you were one hundred percent positive that John had a tracker put in this thing. He had also made you wear an ankle monitor at one point. How he got it, you didn't want to know.
You got dressed and headed downstairs as you had the house to yourself for a couple more minutes. John had left at the beginning of your shower to pick up Amelia from school while Olivia stayed after school to prepare for her play tonight.
You and John had already celebrated your anniversary the weekend prior due to Olivia's play, which the two of you weren't gonna miss out on. John made it a point to show up at every event if it meant having to celebrate a relationship milestone on another day.
Your mind couldn't help but wonder to Rebecca at times like this as she had moved back to her hometown the last you heard. She saw the girls mainly in the summer, who didn't seem to be all that sad to not see their mum as much.
They had taken a shine to you ever since your early days as their mother's gardener. It seemed you've filled that gap plenty enough.
You wipped up a quick snack for Amelia to put her hunger at standby as she was an absolute monster when she gets hangry.
The garage door opened as the engine of John's truck rumbled, announcing his arrival back home. You sat down the plate at the dining table as you reached into the pantry for some crisps.
The side door opened as Amelia came barreling in, "Papa!" She squealed out as you immediately carried her in your arms.
"Aw, how was primary today, sweetie?" You asked as John walked in carrying Amelia's book bag. He placed it on the designated hook by the side door.
"Yes, sweetie. Tell Papa what you jus' told me right now." John said in a slightly annoyed tone as he shifted side to side on his feet. His hands clasped together as his thumbs fiddled with one another.
Ah.
"Oh! I got a flower from George today!" She exclaimed in a giddy tone with a big smile, showing off the gaps in her mouth.
You smiled at the news, "Really, now? That's lovely! Say, do you like this George?" You investigated as you carried Amelia to the kitchen, with John following close behind.
Amelia hummed in thought, "I don't know? Maybe?" She shrugged her shoulder as you set her down at the kitchen table. "Thank you, Papa!"
"You're very welcome, darlin, and you don't know?" You questioned as Amelia chowed down on her snack, swinging her legs.
You sat at the table at your seat while John took his at the head of the table, "Well, he's not that bad looking." She admitted as John's eyebrow twitched.
You silently scolded him with your eyes as you turned back to Amelia, "Well, don't force yerself to like 'im, sweetie. It's okay to not return his feelings, olright?"
John hummed, "That's right, poppet. Plus, you don't need any boy in your life right now. Only me and Papa, okay?" He stated as he pinched Amelia's cheek, making her swat away at his hand.
You rolled your eyes, "Well, your Daddy's right. Focus on your education right now." You agreed as John pressed a kiss to your temple and a rub to your shoulder.
-
The three of you attended Olivia's play as she landed the lead actress role after being a supporting character all last school year. She had worked hard to land this role and has been putting her all in it.
She sacrificed time at home to stay after school practicing each line. Even at home, she practiced as you, and John aided her. He was a proud and very involved father as he would do anything for his girls.
The three of you sat front row as you carried the bouquet of flowers you had picked from the garden and got it all wrapped up nicely. John held a bag filled with gifts for Olivia as Amelia sat in the middle holding previously her hand-made card for her older sister.
Olivia was absolutely terrific on stage as her demeanor demanded your attention. You couldn't overlook her as she was a natural. A smile couldn't help but form on your face each time she held the spotlight, John's, too.
The three of you stood up to applaud as Olivia and her cast mates took a bow. John wiped tears away as you fondly smiled at his emotional response. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a crybaby when it came to his girls.
"Aw, you did so good, poppet!" John cooed out as he held Olivia in his arms, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "You did amazing, Olivia!" Amelia chimed in as she waited eagerly for her turn to hug her sister.
"Thank you!" She panted out as she was high on adrenaline, pulling her little sister into a bear hug. The two girls had a bond like no other.
"You were brilliant out there, Olivia! I'm so proud of ya!" You complimented her as you held out the bouquet of flowers. Olivia immediately hugged them carefully to her chest.
"Thank you, Papa! They're so pretty and you even got my favourite flowers!" She exclaimed out as her eyes widened with admiration. Amelia stood on her tip toes to smell the flowers.
You saw the corner of your eye, a woman you recognized as Mrs.Hughes, she was the mother of one of Olivia's close friends. You pretended not to notice her scornful gaze towards you, as well as some side eyes from other parents.
It didn't take too long to put the puzzle pieces together of the timeline of your relationship with Mr. Price. How you quickly moved in with him even before the divorce papers were filed and how Rebecca was rarely seen, and you now filling her spot and playing house.
A lump formed in your throat as you got full body chills, the strong urge to vomit overcoming you. You pressed your lips into a tight line to keep the nausea at bay, shuffling on your feet.
John glanced at you as he held a worried look before returning his gaze down at Olivia. He ushered the three of you out immediately to head to the restaurant he had made a reservation for.
The two girls strolled in front of you as John wrapped an arm around you, "You olright?" He asked in a concerned tone, "Looked like you wanted to hurl jus' now."
You nodded your head, "I'm fine. I just... don't like it when people stare at me f'r too long now. I mean, they definitely know about the circumstances of our relationship." You mumbled out as you trembled slightly.
John rubbed at your shoulder, "Don't pay any o' those wankers any attention, now. They don't know what's best f'r us. What we have 'ere is no one's business, but our own, yeah?"
You nodded in agreement, "Yeah. Thanks for the support, John." You thanked him as he pressed a quick peck to your lips.
"Eww!" Olivia and Amelia both gagged out as you and John laughed at their antics. "What're you two gaggin' f'r? You don't like seein' Daddy and Papa in love, now?"
John teased at his girls as they exaggerated their disgusted expression, making you laugh hard enough to make your stomach hurt.
-
The restaurant was nice and quiet as classic music played faintly. Murmurs of conversation added to the nice atmosphere as the girls dug into their desserts.
Amelia kept glancing at you, then began snickering to herself while Olivia glanced at her father with her lips pursed. John seemed unaffected by their stares as you felt like you were out of the loop.
A waiter came and placed down a plate with cloche on top. The waiter walked away with a proper send-off as you stared puzzled at John. The two girls kept shifting in their seats as they each had a hand covering their mouth.
"Right, what's all this now, John?" You asked in a suspicious, nervous tone as John cleared his throat.
"Darlin, I know we didn't exactly meet under the right circumstances, and it's a shame we didn't cross paths earlier, but you're are one of the greatest things to happen to in m'life." He softly began his monolog.
You smiled like an idiot as your heart palpitated in your chest, your hands getting clammy as you wanted to bolt out of this restaurant. Your eyebrow twitched as you glanced at the girls who were giddy.
John's monolog became gibberish as he lifted the cloche to reveal your favorite dessert with chocolate drizzle on the plate reading: 'Will you marry me?'
"Luv, will you make me the happiest bloke in the universe and marry me?" He asked as he stared at you with love and something else hidden from ordinary eyes.
Olivia and Amelia held back their squels as they exchanged glances with one another. "... Jesus Christ!" You gasped out as you fanned yourself with your hand.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed other patrons' ear shot away, glancing at you with suspected gazes. They knew John was proposing to you as they, too, eagerly waited for your response.
You nodded your head, "Yes, I will marry ya, John!" You laughed out as your face turned red. The girls cheered as they had high-five one another as they danced in their seats.
John got up as he walked around as other patrons clapped in congratulations. He kneeled as he produced a velvet box. The ring was your birthstone as it was not that dainty, but not too bulky, and slide it on your ring finger.
He kneeled up with a crack of his knee, making you snort as he brought you in a loving kiss. He pulled back as his eyes glanced down at the necklace around your neck and the ring around your finger.
"To death til we part," he whispered out as you smiled in return.
Death couldn't come fast enough.
A/N: Surprise! I had long plans of making a part two of this series, and had this draft sitting in my phone's notes app for quite some time. I decided since the trailer of MW4 was recently released that now it was the perfect timing to post this. Title is also from Judgement Day by Five Finger Death Punch. I hope you enjoy this continuation, but it won't be updated as frequently. It'll be updated sporadically in between my other projects. I am currently working on other works which will be released some time in the future! I apologize for any grammatical/spelling errors!
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things I won’t let ai take away from human writers
em dash
“not x, not y, but z”
short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice
none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.
no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.
speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
