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Drabble after rereading my A/B/O thought! This is definitely darker than my other works so please read the cw tags! MDNI

CW: noncon, dubcon, bullying, talks of breeding, mean yandere obsessed 141 men, dead dove do not eat

Bully!Poly141 x BunnyHybrid!Reader

Something something Bully!Poly!141 who are yandere level obsessed with poor BunnyHybrid!Reader. They all love messing with your long fluffy ears and pulling on your cotton tail to make your eyes water and bunny nose twitch. :( You can stomp your lil foot and run all away all you want but there’s no stopping them.

Johnny prefers to chase you down like prey while howling for his “sweet Bonnie”. He’ll tackle you down, flip your skirt up and dry-hump you until you’re both cumming.

Prices forces you to sit on his lap and read his paperwork out loud. His large hands wonder leisurely, from pinching your nipples to your thighs. He rubs you over your undies until they’re sheer. He add one spank each time you stop reading aloud because of his actions and spanks your poor bunny ass until it’s bruised for him.

Simon loves to corner you, intimidates you with his size to watch your fluffy ears go flat on your head. He squeezes your cheeks together with his large fingers and kisses you like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs. He loves to pry your mouth open to spit in before he leaves too.

And Kyle. Mean ol’ Kyle, who pretends to be so caring unlike the others at first. Rubs your back and comforts you when you cry on his lap. “Everyone’s so mean to you bunny aren’t they baby? It’s okay Kyles got you” You trust him with your little bunny heart and that’s how he finds out-

Finds out if they scruff the back of your pretty neck, you’ll immediately go nice and pliant for them. Dazed, drooling, and ready for breeding, like the good lil bun your supposed to be. 💗

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Poly!141 - gets adorable stay at home wife/husband who loves them 💗

You- get 4 paychecks to support hobbies and 8 hands to open jars ✨

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Simon definitely thinks it’s funny to go “pspsps” to get your attention, like a naughty cat he’s wrangled.

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Simons large fingers squishing my cheeks together to kiss me would be so healing tbh

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and what if I said cod x the pitt crossover? Maybe you used to work with Alex and robby makes a joke about you attracting military men with one leg?

Lmao this made me snort! So I’ll admit. I’m a littleeee bit of a fake fan, never reallyyy played but watched my partner and clips (cough thirst toks of the 141 cough) so my portrayal of Alex might not be 100% c: hopefully I did okay tho! Enjoy! c:

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The Pitt x Call of duty Drabble

Reader x Jack Abbot & Platonic Reader x Alex Keller

Sum: a blast from the past comes to ask you an important question!

CW: COD timeline/cannon story changes, medical training inaccuracies and implied reader works primarily with children in the trauma unit! Not proofread! F!Reader

One way or another, you had won this amazing lottery to intern across the sea at St. Mary-Rose training hospital.

Then the next thing you know, you’re taking care of a wounded solider, who sadly just lost his leg.

Meeting him was a coincidence, really, during your in short time in the UK. You were meant to work with emergency Peds only, but the hospital was short-staffed for a bit, so of course you helped where you could.

You were the first person he saw, waking up groggy after his surgery. You’ll always remember him asking if you were an angel and if heaven had rugby, much to your delight.

Handsome, charming and British? It only a matter of time before you developed a little crush on him, in between helping with physical therapy and teaching proper prosthetic care.

You almost confessed too, months in.

Until you learned about Farrah, the strong, beautiful woman still fighting out there.

Alex tried to play it off, claiming they were just friends but you couldn’t deny they way his eyes softened or that small smile that graced his face when he spoke of her.

You convinced him to be true to his feelings instead, when he tried to kiss you one day. Told him you’d always be a friends of his, in or across the pond but not to stop himself from finding a way to be with her.

The two of you had blossomed a beautiful friendship, and when the year was up— Alex was on his way back to war and you were back to the states.

Your little crush was thankfully gone and you appreciated the way Alex had become an older brother to you. While most surprisingly, Farrah has become your best friend.

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Fast forward, you’re working as an R3 at the Pitt. Switching between day and night, you could confidently say you had found your place.

This was going to be your home once you graduated, especially if one Dr. Abbot was there.

Dr. Abbot was perfectly snarky with the best comebacks, competent, attentive and one hell of a doctor. You always appreciated his calm demeanor, especially when you had to work the hardest cases involving kids.

He’d compliment your pink scrubs and taught you to remeber that caring too much didn’t make you any less of a doctor.

And if you always had an extra green apple heart loli for him in your pockets?, well that was just between you and him.

You giggled internally, thinking about the first time you gave him one. How his eyes met yours as he sucked it, after pretending he didn’t want it.

Dr. Jack Abbot was perfectly swoon worthy.

He was everything you needed and more. If only he’d just give in and finally asked you out, thinking shaking your head.

Speaking of swoon worthy, you notice said man just walked in.

With your favorite drink in hand, iced this time, as he walks in with Robby. Their friendship was one you respected, knowing they understood eachother in ways they needed.

“That for me? Or Shen?” You can’t help but tease as they make there way over to you.

“Who says it’s not for Myrna?” He smirks before handing it you, making the three of you laugh.

“Careful, or she’ll ask for another vaginal exam” Robby snorts, putting on his glasses to read your charting notes.

“Another vaginal??” You ask looking between them .

“Don’t ask” the two of the reply in sync, making you giggle as Dana calls out for you.

“Hey kid!, there’s a flower delivery here for ya?”

Look around, you spot the one and only Alex, in his military suit holding a beautiful large bouquet of peonies.

“Alex!!” You can’t help but squeal as you rush toward the Brit, giving him a big hug.

“Is it just you? What are you doing here?” You ask as he hands you the flowers.

“Just me for now bug. Quick stop before London. Wanted to surprise ya” he says, smiling gently at you.

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From the side, Jack watches like a hawk, his arms crossed and face in a permanent scowl.

“The hell is beans and toast over there?”

Dana and Robby share a look, as Jack fumes. He’s listening in, of course. You look so excited and happy, with those stupid flowers in your hand.

She prefer white roses, not peonies, Jack thinks smugly.

He spots the military outfit and the leg, as his scowl intensifies. His hands are restless, from crossed to in his pockets, waiting for beans and toasts to, he doesn’t know, leave?

Jealously, he notes. An emotion he doesn’t feel often.

At least. That was until he hears —

“Will you be Farrah and I’s best man and maid of honor bug?”

Happiness blooms through you, the smile on your face hurting as you quickly agree.

“It’s about damn time!!” You say hitting him in the arm. “Yes!! Tell Farrah I’m calling her asap to discuss the wedding!! Oh! You have to meet my friends before you leave!”

You wave over Robby and Abbot. The later looks a little bashful and pink you notice, as you give Robby a look. Robby only shakes his head at you smiling, as you go on to introduce them

“This is my basically my brother!! We met during my internship in the uk! I’m gonna be the man and maid of honor!” You gush out to them, feeling an incredible amount of happiness and love for the couple.

Alex laughs, “Alex Keller mates, bug and I go way back. Fixed me up right as rain when we met. Even had a wee crush on me and my fiancé after meeting her,” teasing you, as you go to playfully hit him again.

“Hmph!! My crush on Farrah lasted much longer thank you bery much.” You pout out.

“Dr.Robby. Congratulations man, couldn’t have picked a better women for the job or to lose your fiancé too,” Robby shakes his hand as Abbot follows.

“Dr. Abbot. Congratulations to you. Military?” Abbot asks, as Alex peeps his leg and demeanor.

“Something like that, you?”

“Marines”

The two gun eachother down for a second, which you completely miss. You hear Princess calling you over, signaling one of your patients needed you as you excuse yourself for a moment.

“Jack can you put these in the staff room for me please” you ask, puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“Course sweetheart, lemme walk you” he nods to Alex and Robby, as he places a firm hand on your lower back, while taking the flowers from you.

“Ever been to Europe?” You ask slyly, as you walk away with him.

Robby can’t help but look at the two of you and then Alex again. “Guess she attracts a type” he jokes out as Alex snorts.

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Ghost Writer

Part 1~ part 2

Sum: You buy a charming cottage unaware it comes with 4 handsome poltergeists. c: Poly141 x F!Reader

(I’ve seen some stories where this concept has been done before with soap, all of tf141 and ghost! So I really wanted to write my take on it! I’m not sure who the original creator of this idea is to tag them tho! Also can you tell I love cottages?)

Cw: poltergeists!TF141, noncon touching, this story will get darker as it proceeds, MDNI

When you bought this (suspiciously cheap) charming cottage in the woods, you knew there had to be a reason, but quite frankly, you didn’t care. It was quite literally the perfect place to isolate and write.

The two-story cottage was stunning, with a small flower garden and lake view. The first floor consisted of a half-bath, spacious living room and kitchen. The second floor was home to your master bedroom and bathroom, which had the most dreamy tub. Sure there was a bit of fixing up to do!, but nothing you didn’t have years to do!

It’s a home you’d only dream about owning, as being a ghostwriter doesn’t exactly pay the big bucks. So when you found this little gem, nothing was going to stop you. 

(Not even the four handsome ghosts that haunt it.)

Move-in day was one word, rough. Doing it alone didn’t help, but you managed to get all of your boxes inside, at least, away from the downpour that had just blessed you. 

A tired sigh escapes you as you look around the living room. This is a mess for tomorrow, you think to yourself as you shiver. It was surprisingly chilly for late April, but Manchester weather and all. 

As you head up, you can't help but feel a little nervous. This was your first time living alone without roommates. As you get ready for bed, you change into an airy white nightgown, sheer and frilly. Sleep finds you quite easily as you snuggle under the covers.

Deep in slumber, you don’t feel the sheets being carefully pulled off you. Invisible hands play with the lacy strap of your gown while another pair pushes it up, revealing smooth, lush legs. Rough groans fill the air, covered by the sound of the rain.

The four men watch you sleep, their little intruder, no matter what the dead says. Their leader watches from the corner, cigar in his mouth, pondering what to do with you. They had no problem scaring people away; have done it plenty of times, but never had they had such a cute, lonesome visitor. He puffs out his cigar, the room now smelling faintly of smoke. 

He watches his men gently touch you, their eyes burning with a dark desire. Even as ghosts, his men had needs.

Needs you couldn't help with, dead or alive 

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As you wake, you can’t help but snuggle deeper into the blankets, the cold air making you shiver. Sniffing, you vaguely smell a lingering scent of smoke, which makes you unwillingly get up. Slipping on a robe and bunny slippers, you make your way down to the kitchen to ensure you hadn't mistakingly left anything on.

Everything looks fine, you think. Chopping it up to being an old house. You gently look around the boxes in the kitchen to find your coffee press. Thank god I remember this and the beans.

As you mentally make a list of things that need to be done, youre greeted by a firm but gentle knock on the door. 

You still, unsure of what to do. You quickly head over and peek through the window to see a large man...with flowers? Covering yourself up with the robe, you move to open the door. If I die, I die.

“Hello?” You say, looking up to the tall man. He was handsome, with brown hair with specks of salt, a thick beard, and blue eyes. Reminds you of the bear form The Bear in the Big Blue House. 

“Sorry to bother you this early, dove. Names John Price, my three men and I live at the house across the lake. Bit of a track, but I wanted to introduce myself,.” he says while handing you a stunning bouquet of wild purple flowers 

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh!! That’s so sweet of you!! Ah, please, would you like to come in for coffee? I’m y/n, and thank you! These are stunning!” You say as you graciously take the flowers. What a kind man! you think.

“I’d love to dove, but I have to get back to work. How about the boys and I come over later? Introduce you and all,” John suggests while leaning against your door frame, which you quickly agree to. Getting to know the neighbors sounded like a good idea! Having no idea that the man you just spoke to wasn’t even there, nor were the three men who stood behind you as you spoke to him.

Johnny was downright giddy as he watched you talk to Price. While they could be solid and seen, they prefer to stay ghostly (pun intended) to conserve energy and watch. And watch they did, as your robe slipped up, revealing your lush form to him as you looked for a vase once Price left. He can’t help but groan out, making you look around for the noise. 

“Must be the house settling,” you say to yourself as Simon hits Johnny on the back of his head. Not that Simon could blame him, you were a pretty bird. And pretty birds needed their cages.

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Soon, it was time to work, and Kyle came around to watch. He snooped, learning everything he could about you. Pretty, smart, and a ghostwriter. How fun. No family as far as he could discern, making him smile. Maybe keeping you would be the right idea after all, as he watches you google DIY projects for the cabin in between writing.

Kyle leans over your shoulder to read your work, causing a shiver down your back. You really need to figure out where that draft is coming from. 

“She writes… Porn???”

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Pretty girl

Your'e the town's sweetheart! and they’re the new sheriffs in town! Set in an old town, no specific timeline but think horses, cowboys and some electricity. Probably a one shot!

Cw: MDNI, Poly!141 x F!reader, reader is naive and sheltered and they definitely take advantage of that. Father passes away in this chapter but not in detail.

You were the town's sweetheart, their baby, the one who stayed. While all the kids your age had dreams of leaving the small town, seeing what’s out there, and marrying someone from a big city— you were content at home. 

You had your father, your animals, and stall during market days to sell bread. Truthfully, that’s all you needed. Sometimes, your father felt bad he couldn’t provide you with new “fashiony ladies' gowns,” as he loved to call them, but you paid no mind. You were content, sheltered, and spoiled with love. 

Until your father passed away, old age finally catching up to him. For the first time, you felt a deep sadness. A sadness you’ve never felt before, it was a heavy burden as you tried to maintain the house by yourself. Word spread of his passing spread like wildfire, and the town had all sent their regards to their town's poor sweetheart.

They worried for you, but that didn’t stop them from finding a new sheriff. Many men had traveled far by carriage to interview, but none were chosen until an older British captain and his three men made their way. Far from home and looking for a new home. The town would be silly to pass up a captain and his men as their new protectors

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Settling in was no problem, as they got used to the station and little inn they called a temporary home. It’s when they started venturing into the small town to learn more about its people, had they also learned about you. 

Whispers about you, a pretty lil thing, all alone now. Unmarried, sweet, and loved by the town. The women especially worried about you, now that your father wasn’t there to guide you. The men couldn’t help but be a little curious, ears perking every time your name was mentioned.

“Maybe we should pay the wee lassie a visit? Send regards and stuff for her old man,” Johnny states, as he watches his team get ready for another day of patrolling. The town was small, quiet, and, so far, danger-free. 

John couldn’t help but contemplate Johnny's words, a pretty girl, all alone is what everyone stated. He wonders how pretty and if you’d continue to catch the attention of his men. 

“Might as well during rounds. But no funny business, ay boys?” He orders the men, getting a nod back from Kyle and Simon, and a mischievous grin from Johnny. He sighs, knowing he’ll have to reel his pup in soon. 

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Galloping away on their four-horse, the men quickly made their rounds and ensured that nothing had happened on their watch. New safety measures would have to be put in, but it would be no problem for men like them. 

With that, they made their way over to your ranch house towards the outskirts of town. Simon noted how it needed some upkeep, “too much space for a bird,” he grunts out, sharing an understanding look with John. 

They tied up their pretty horses and let John lead as he knocks on your door. A delicious, sweet smell hit their noses as you opened the door. You were a vision of beauty in your long dress. John couldn’t help but frown at the obvious weight on your shoulders and at how you didn’t even check to see who it was. 

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The firm knocks startled you, as you hadn’t expected any company. Placing your cookies down, you quickly wiped your hands and made your way over.

Much to your surprise, behind your door were four impossibly large yet handsome men. The one with the funny hat smiled at you, making you blush.

“Ah! Hello? I’m sorry, how may I help you?” You smile back, taking them in.

“Names John Price, the new sheriff, and these are my partners, Johnny McTavish, Kyle Garrick, and Simon Riley. Heard you were the old sheriff's daughter and wanted to pay our regards, darling.”

Ah! The new sheriffs! You think, as you invite them in for lemonade and cookies. You know your father would want you to be polite to his successors. 

“Please get comfy Sir's! You must be parched!!”

My you were a sweet thing, John thinks as he watches you scurry into the kitchen, and he knows his boys were thinking the same. 

“Should be more careful,” Kyle can’t help but point out. He’s also upset at how quickly you had let them in but grateful to see your space. 

It’s cozy and warm, just like you, by the looks of it. 

“Gonna have to train our lil bird,” Simon replies, eyes focused on where you had disappeared too. With those words, your fate was basically sealed. 

You quickly returned with a tray that held a heavy pitcher of fresh lemonade and cookies. 

My they’re handsome!!, You can’t help but think! Another blush graces your pretty face as you fidget with your dress, wishing you had worn something nicer. 

After handing everyone their drinks, you offered them a bite. “Please help yourself! Just took them out of the oven; that’s when they're the best.” You giggle out, watching the one with the odd haircut, Johnny, immediately help himself.

“God, these are mazing' Bonnie,” he moans out, making your smile brighter. 

“ Bonnie?” You tilt your head innocently, making Simon clench his fists. 

“Term of endearment pretty bird. Must be hard losing your father. I hope you and your husband are doing okay,” Kyle starts off, sending you a gentle smile. They knew you weren’t taken but were keen on making sure.

“Oh! It’s just me sadly, Father never got around to that. But it’s been okay, hard on the house now that it’s just me. I miss him tho,” you quietly whisper out, shoulders slumping.

John lays a large, warm hand on your thigh, surprising you. You stare into his blue eyes as he says, “We’re sorry, darling. We’re here for you, too, you know. Your father wanted us here to help you.”

“He did?” You question, having no idea these men knew him!

“Course, love, and we’ll do just that, I promise.” John smiles at you, already placing the seeds in your head. Only a matter of time until you were their pretty lil wife, as they watched you demurely wipe a small tear from your eye. They would take care of you from here on.

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I never knew how much I needed simon cuteness aggression in my life

I’m sorry for the late response! D: Literally it’s so perfect for him!!! 😭😩This is what I picture!

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From the moment Simon saw you, he knew you were his. His to keep, hold and love. These feelings were only solidified once he got to know you- so why does he get this overwhelming and irritating urge to squeeze your head until it explodes when you smile at him. Or do anything near him, really. That and fuck you until your guts are rearranged

His irritation only grew, as Kyle laughed at him when he finally found the chance to ask him. Asking soap would only lead to more issues, knowing that Scottish bastard.

“It’s cuteness aggression mate. You like her so bad you wanna smush her. Never felt that way towards I don’t know… babies or animals??” Kyle gets out in between laughs.

Only for Simon to huff back because no. Stupid fuckin’ cute aggression