2 years. 2 years of wearing the Lieutenant down, bringing him tea every morning and sparring every evening and finally, finally getting past the rows of solid brick walls he’d built up around himself, just for this moment.
Soap finally has Ghost under him, shirtless. His lips are kiss-swollen, his breath comes hot and heavy, and all Soap can do is stare gormlessly.
Because Ghost has stretch marks.
Silvery lines snaking along the edge of his huge pecs, where the muscle had grown too fast for his skin to keep up.
Moreso than just redirecting all of Soap’s blood flow straight down to his dick, they’re proof. Proof of every growth spurt that put him half a foot above his mates. Proof of years spent hauling kit, weapons, weights, people. Proof of survival. His body couldn’t keep up with what was being demanded of it, and it left a record right here under Soap’s hands.
“…You gonna stare all night, Sergeant? Or was there a plan?” Ghost says dryly, though with his mask pushed above his nose like that Soap can see him smirking. Cocky bastard.
“Can I touch ‘em?”
Ghost’s brow raises.
“The stretch marks.”
“I knew which bit you were on about.” He shrugs one broad shoulder, looking decently bemused. “Go on, then.”
Soap traces one of the faint lines with his thumb, feeling the slight ridge of raised skin give under his fingers. He follows it absentmindedly until it disappears into the hollow of Ghost’s underarm. There’s more than he realised on first glance - thin pale stripes along his lats, and several more curving over the swell of his biceps.
“Johnny,” Ghost snaps eventually, but there’s absolutely no heat in it, never is. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re practically droolin’. Get a move on.”
Soap leans forward, presses his lips to the base of Ghost’s neck, and gets a move on.
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Ghost can’t understand you today. Usually, you’re so boisterous, loud and excited and laughing. Sure, a bit excitable for a beta, but none of them really fit into stereotypes. Today though, you’re acting like-
Well. Him.
Silent, eyes distant as you roll through the motions of the morning. It’s strange, to see you so skittish- arms folded like you’re hugging yourself. Like you’re keeping all your insides in, desperately not trying to let your guts spill out. The others all notice pretty quick, Soap visibly deflating when you don’t laugh at his usual antics. When he reaches out- you stand, letting out some kind of half assed excuse that your breakfast isn’t sitting well.
You end up hiding in your garage most of the day, fixing their gear up- exchanging parts, counting ammo. It helps, physically doing something you know will make a difference. You don’t answer the group chat, or their individual texts. You’re just.. a black hole. A pit of this strange emptiness, your scent stale and brittle- like dead grass. He wishes your pheromones were stronger, wishes he could understand you better.
When you skip lunch, Ghost decides it’s enough. The hangar is silent when he opens the back entrance- large garage door shut tight, like you were in a cocoon. No music, just the sound of a welding machine and distant sparks from under one of your little personal projects. He knows you can smell his scent- the way it sours when you don’t stop working and sit up.
“Hey.” He grunts, nudging your foot. The sound of the welder clicks off, and you slowly slide out on your creeper. You don’t lift up the welding mask, a black pit of nothing for Ghost to grasp onto.
“You skipped lunch.” He grunts, his scent souring more when you look away instead, shrugging your shoulders.
“Wasn’t hungry.”
“Weren’t hungry at breakfast either. You broken?” His voice sounds far harsher than he means, and he can tell it’s not working when you roll back under the hood of your project again.
“I’m fine, Ghost. I’ll just eat later,” you growl, and he probably should leave it at that. His broken instincts click and spark in the back of his skull though, an urge to examine his pack mate- soothe them, maybe.
How did Gaz usually do it? His nest was always clean and nice, he usually coaxed Ghost into laying down and taking a nap in the omega’s nest. He purred too, let Ghost relax on his chest and fall asleep to the vibrations.
Hm.
That must be what you needed.
You let out a shout that Ghost ignores when he yanks you back out from under the car. You thrash and kick at the alpha, snarling and yowling when he yanks off your welding mask-
“Simon- quit it- let go-!”
Puffy eyed. Your face is red and wet, and those broken instincts are suddenly pounding at the inside of Simon’s skull. He lets out gargled chuffs, hugging your body tightly against his and rubbing his masked face against you. Your teeth try to sink into his shoulder, only to shudder when you get a face full of pheromones instead. Usually Simon isn’t very good at using his, relying more often on physical presence since his glands worked poorly on good days, too thick with scar tissue to properly fill a room.
Somehow, the need to soothe you makes something in him work- old alpha instincts that are gnarled and twisted howling with desperation. Of course your arms go limp, huffing and sucking in deep breaths of your lieutenant. It’s almost cute, how fast you settle against him- that snarling dog you were mere moments ago fading like smoke.
He carries you like that all the way back to Gaz’s nest, your body clinging tightly to his massive frame the omega yips and jumps at the sight of you two. Circling the pair of you, his own pheromones blanketing you as the man wraps you both in blankets.
“I knew something was wrong, you should have been honest, pup! Now look at you both, all tuckered out hm? Simon, you did such a good job, such a good alpha,” Kyle cooed, scratching under the man’s chin and pressing kisses against both of your heads. Simon’s rumbling became louder, pleased alpha mixing well with the omega’s calming scent. You felt high, drooling and blinking tiredly against Simon’s tit- his rumbling rattling your skull just slightly in this- super satisfying way.
Your eyes finally closed when Gaz curled up against the two of you, face tucked into your hair as you drifted off to sleep.
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Dog trainer!reader who specializes in poorly trained or reactive dogs, helping kyle out with his Belgian malinois who seems hell-bent on chasing and biting anything that moves. You're firm with the dog, steady and unwavering in your command so it knows it can't get away with anything.
You walk kyle through your process, help him build confidence in working with her. He's an amazing owner, just falls into the trap of babying his girl too much, no shame there.
You offer to work with the German shepherd you see around his house too, the one that lays on the porch to watch you work, tail wagging the whole time. You're a bit confused when kyle laughs and says "oh, he's a special kind, love. He'd be too happy to learn from you."
All the while German shepherd shifter!ghost is watching you give commands like a hawk, fantasizing about what sort of commands you'd give him. Christ, was it a good idea to stay over at gazs during leave.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Simon is a stubborn man. He fucked you once but wanted you to initiate the second time. You on the other hand were too stubborn to give in to the man staring daggers at you from across the bar. So in an act of desperation, Simon cooks up a plan starring his favorite Sergeant. Too bad you're a very clever girl.
Contains: very little plot, unprotected sex, d/s ghoap dynamic, filming during sex, orgasm denial, oral, daddy kink, semi public fingering, double penetration, not edited in the slightest
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You'd let him fuck once.
A fuck that Simon had earned by getting in between some drunk dickhead and you, his chivalry manifesting itself as wetness in your panties. You let him walk you home and split you open on his cock, two things you normally didn't do.
Not saying it hadn't been worth it, it absolutely was.
He fucked you like an animal in heat, arching your back with your ass in the air as he pounded his long cock inside you over and over again. One hand was gripping your hip so hard he left bruises. His other hand was wrapped around your face, covered in the spit and drool you were leaking out as you moaned into his calloused palm.
You swore you weren't normally like this, and part of you was flaring in humiliation at letting a stranger do this to you, to fuck you raw in your own bed and bend you in ways you felt for days after. He spewed nasty filth in your ear, but was gentlemanly enough to heed your warnings and pull out to paint his cum on your lower back.
He didn't stay the night, and you were a little thankful he didn't. But now every time you and your friends went back to that bar he was always there, sometimes alone sometimes with friends but always staring daggers at you. The hulking freak never approached you, despite having already fucked you. Your friends encouraged you to talk to him, and while he did give you the best sex of your life...you were honestly a little annoyed. If he wanted you so bad why the hell was he being so weird about it?
Tonight was another one of those nights, where you were earnestly trying to have a good time despite the holes being burned into your back by Simon's eyes. You had pulled out all the stops tonight, low cut top and push up bra to shelf your tits pleasantly below your collarbone. A tiny excuse of a skirt, so tantalizingly short it was practically screaming to be pushed up to reveal your black lace panties. And he still hadn't moved an inch.
So when you stood up to head to the bar, dizzying a bit as the alcohol rushed to your head, you were surprised when you were intercepted by another man that hung around Simon sometimes. He was handsome, not as big as Simon but still dwarfing you, and had a mohawk buzzed into his hair. He sidled right up next to you and purred a bit in your ear as he introduced himself as Johnny.
At first his pushy flirtations were a little disarming, and you fought back the urge to place a hand on his big chest and push him back where he came from. But then it dawned on you as you looked over at Simon, perched on the edge of his barstool and ready to pounce.
Simon had sent his friend to bother you, so he could fake an intervention and take you home again. Coward.
You interrupted Johnny's rambling by grabbing his face tight, your hand barely able to fit across the broad expanse of his jaw. He shut up immediately, looking at you with a glint in his eye as his legs shifted, clearly chubbing up in his pants.
"You know that guy?" you asked, nodding to Simon. Hopefully Johnny was drunk enough that he forgot any script Simon had put in his head. He halfway glanced back at Simon, who narrowed his eyes at the Scot.
"Ye, thas my Lt." Johnny said, a grin breaking out on his face when he saw that the answer he gave had satisfied you.
"Mmm." you hummed, "And he sent you over here to bother me, is that right?"
That made him pause, clearly not wanting to tattle on Simon, "Uhhh..."
You pulled his face in closer to yours, giving him your best bedroom eyes as he breathed in the smell of your perfume, "If you tell me the truth I'll let you fuck me."
His expression went blank for a second, clearly wanting to get his cock in you more than he cared about any plan his friend had concocted.
"Ye. He did." he nodded, his pupils had swallowed up the bright blue of his irises as you pulled his squished face to yours and placed a light kiss on his lips.
"Good boy." you smile at him, appreciating the way his lids flutter a bit. You shot Simon one last look, and if looks could kill you and Johnny would both have evaporated on the spot. His body language remained as stoic as ever, but even from across the bar you could see his dark eyes swirling with anger as he watched you drag Johnny out of the bar.
Johnny on the other hand, was following you like a puppy, hot on your heels as you led him by hand down the few block to your apartment. Once the two of you were inside he was looking at you like a cannibal, practically drooling at just the sight of you. Before you could get a word out he was on you, pushing you back until you both tumbled onto the stairs where he mounted you and pressed a wet kiss on your lips. You moaned into him as his big hands roamed over your clothes, his body heat already making sweat prick at your hairline.
He pushed your panties to the side and groaned when he found you already wet and sticky for him, pushing a finger inside without any warning. Your back arched up into him as he sped his hand up, his big thumb rubbing mean and irregular circles on your needy clit.
"Johnny," you gasped the second his lips unlocked from yours, "Upstairs, now."
He grinned and obliged, removing his fingers and wrapping his arms around your back to lift you as if you weighed nothing, trekking his heavy boots up your stairs and heeding your guidance to your bedroom.
Given his reactions to being called a good boy, and the fervor with which he was following your commands, you foolishly thought you'd be in control. Figured that be was probably more submissive than his friend who had rearranged you, and that you'd be able to ride him until he was begging you for a break. But the second he tossed you on the mattress all his pretenses were gone as Johnny stared at you, his bright blue eyes holding something dark behind them. The dynamic had shifted in a fraction of a second, the air thick with the anticipation that was oozing from your pores.
You were frozen in place as he stripped you, then himself, revealing a strong broad chest carpeted with a layer of dark hair, hair that led all the way down to the base of his thick cock and covered the heaviest set of balls you'd ever seen. You mouth watered at the sight, eyes flickering up to his again as you licked your lips in a silent plea to please let you get your mouth on him. In a mirror image to what you had done to him at the bar, he reached down to clasp your face, not a hint of submission in his eyes as he squeezed the fat of your cheeks.
"You want 'im in yer mouth?" he crooned, voice low and dark. You nodded as best you could in his grip, limply letting him pull you up and force you down on your knees in front of him. His other hand came down to cradle the other side of your face as his cock rested heavily on your face, making him smile at the sight.
"S'pretty." he grinned, "Balls first, love."
Your body was on autopilot, your only goal to please him. So you opened your mouth for him to shift a bit and let his sack fall on your tongue. He groaned as you let your tongue wet both of them, before sucking one in your mouth as you palmed the other. They were warm and full, and his musk was egging you on as you tentatively reached a hand up to grip his shaft. He eyed you, but allowed you to stroke him slowly as you moved to the other ball. You batted your eyelashes at him and he hummed, pulling you off and guiding his tip past your lips and across the muscle of your tongue.
His hands found their purchase in the hair at the base of your scalp, lazily fucking into your open mouth as he let you adjust. Simon was big, but Johnny was thick, and your throat had no room for air flow as he pulled your face all the way down to his base. You coughed around him, the thick hair tickling your nose and making him laugh at you. He thrusted once to test you, and laughed again when you gagged around him, a string of spit leaking out and falling onto your bare breasts.
Johnny pulled out and let you get a quick breath of air before he was fully inside again, and again and again. His pace was borderline relentless now, not paying any mind to the tears that were falling down your face as you sobbed around him. Your body kept trying to expel him, but his strong hands held you in your place as he fucked your throat.
Finally, he pulled out completely, a mess of saliva, snot, and precut all mixed together in a string that connected your lips to his tip.
"Can see why he wanted ye so bad," Johnny said, using his cock to smear the mess all over your face, "Pretty bird."
You whined as you felt yourself leaking out onto the floor below you, and once he was done defiling your face he tossed you back up onto the bed and flipped you onto your stomach. You barely had time to get your bearing before you felt his hands on your ass, spreading you wide open as he pressed his face directly onto your cunt. You let out a long, drawn out moan as his muffled voice told you how good you tasted. He lapped at you like a dog, eventually adding his fingers back in. He brought you right to the edge, before cruelly pulling off and standing up behind you.
Now a whining mess, you begged him to let you cum, only to have him tut at you. Rough hands moved your legs into the exact position he wanted before cramming half his cock into you with zero warning. A brief shot of pain rocketed up your spine and you yelped out, only to have his thick fingers enter your mouth and gag you. As he pulled back and sheathes himself into you again, your walls finally spasm and relax, allowing him to slide all the way in with a grunt.
"Thought Simon woulda stretched this cunt out," Johnny groaned, snapping his hips up and making your whole body jiggle, "He's losin' his touch."
You couldn't muster anything more than a moan in response, the stretch from Johnny burning in the pit of your stomach as he fucked down into you. His thrusts were nonstop, setting a brutal pace that left you drooling into the duvet beneath you as grey matter oozed out of your ears. His hand was putting a delicious pressure on your back, keeping you pressed in place beneath him. He suddenly gathered your hair in a fist and pulled you upright so your back was flush against his chest.
"Y'wanna cum, pretty girl?" he asked, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as you nodded frantically. "Earn it then."
His voice was blunt as he pushed you back down, pulling his cock out from your hole and once again snuffing out your building orgasm. At this point you were not above begging, now turned into a blubbering mess of please please please and I'll be good I promise.
He hummed, not satisfied with your pleas as he manhandled you onto your back with your legs spread wide for him. One hand guided his cock back into you while the other gathered your wrists and held you down, forcing you to lay still and take him while he fucked back into you.
Despite the mess still on your face, he leaned down and pressed a searing kiss on your lips, licking it off your lips as you whined into him. Your hips were aching as he kept pounding, his grip on your wrists only releasing when he moved to hike one leg up over his shoulder. The new angle hit something inside you, and he grinned at you knowingly.
You felt like you were going to perish right there underneath him if he didn't let you cum, begging him for you release. He smiled through the sweat on his face, pinching your clit and making you sob again.
"Good girls cum when they're told, aye?" he said, your voice coming out in a blubbering yes yes yes!
You clenched down on him, trying to stave off your release as he built you back up once again. His fingers were exploring ever inch of your wet cunt that wasn't occupied by his own cock, his hand suddenly pressing down on your lower belly as he felt himself bulging inside you. Your hands were clawing at his wrist begging and pleading with him silently.
"Use yer words," he urged, applying more pressure to your already taught abdomen.
"P-Please, oh fuck," you said, "Please Johnny, I wanna cum so bad please."
"Ya gonna let me fill this pussy up? Hmm?" he asked, smirking at the immediate YES! that escaped your lips at the promise of an orgasm.
"Should record this, show Lt. how it's done." he growled, leaning to the side to quickly grab his phone from your bedside table. Both of you knew that you'd agree to just about anything at this point, delirious as you could see the cliffs edge right in front of you. So you put up no resistance as he pressed record on his phone, aiming the lens right at where his cock was bullying your hole, a sticky white ring around his base proof of your want and arousal.
"G'head baby," he croaked, close to his own release, "Show Daddy how good ye feel."
Once the words left his lips you let go of the tension you had been holding, letting your core relax as the rubber band in you snapped. You threw your head back and screamed out his name at the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls as they pulsed, milking him as he finished deep inside of you. Acutely aware of the camera now pointed at you, your hands moved to grope your hard nipples as you squirted a bit around Johnny's base.
"Fuuuuuck." Johnny moaned out, shifting back and pulling out of you, focusing the camera on where his cum was messily leaking out of you. One more push down on your belly had it spilling out of you in one go, your thighs shaking at the feeling of it running down along your ass.
Simon had fucked you good, but Johnny had fucked you dead.
Your one orgasm felt like three all at once, and your muscles were absolutely spent. Johnny chuckled to himself as he left your room, coming back with a warm washcloth after finding your bathroom down the hall. He started with your face, cleaning up the mess he had made, half of which had been wiped off on your duvet when he pressed your head into it. He cleaned the sweat off your chest, and most importantly he wiped away the stickiness between your legs, shamelessly cleaning every inch of you.
After he went back to the bathroom to clean himself off, Johnny came back in the room yawning as he stretched his arms dramatically. He picked you up, tucking you into bed as he crawled in next to you, maneuvering you to drape you over his chest as he rubbed your back.
"Y'did so good, baby." he said softly, getting a small mewl in response from you. Your throat was going to be sore tomorrow. Hell, your whole body was going to be sore tomorrow. His warmth and the gently rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep in a matter of moments, too exhausted to tell him he didn't need to stay the night.
The morning after your night with Johnny, you woke up to an empty bed. You sighed, figuring he probably woke up before you and saw himself out. Tentatively testing your muscles, you stretched and laughed as your body protested. Every inch of you was delightfully sore.
Sighing into a pillow, you were prepared to drift back to sleep when you smelled coffee. Your brows furrowed in confusion, surely he wasn't in your kitchen...
That is exactly where Johnny was. Happily cooking up eggs, toast, and some breakfast sausages he found in your freezer. He was too busy whistling to himself that he didn't hear you pad into the room behind him, only seeing you when he turned to plate the food in the pan.
"There she is!" he beamed at you, "Mornin' beautiful."
"Morning..." you said slowly, trying to piece together why the hell he was still here. He raised a brow at you expression, rounding the counter to walk up to you with his head cocked to the side.
"I got two heads or somethin'?" he asked quizzically.
"I just wasn't expecting you to...be here." you gestured around the kitchen, offering him a small smile to let him know it wasn't an unwelcome sight. He nodded, stopping short for a second when he asked you something.
"Simon didn't stay?"
His question made your cheeks burn a bit, remembering you had now fucked two men on the same military unit. You shook your head, not wanting to make Simon seem like a bad guy, it truthfully wasn't a big deal...was it?
"Didn't see the need." you said, not sure whether you were indicating to yourself not needing Simon to have stayed, or that Simon clearly didn't see the need to stay. Johnny frowned at that.
"Shame." he tutted, "Gonna have'ta teach that boy a lesson."
He shook his head while he said it, and something about his tone piqued your interest. Maybe you had Johnny's rank mixed up in your head? But you could have sworn he had mentioned being a sergeant, a lower rank than lieutenant, so what the hell could he possibly do that would teach Simon a lesson?
You didn't push the issue, opting to just sit down and eat a much needed meal. Johnny watched you carefully, encouraging you to eat all of it. Even just eating with him you felt the need to submit under his gaze. He insisted on getting your phone number, assuring you that your performance last night already had him itching for more. So he gave you a light kiss and a wink as he left out your front door.
While you remained at home resting up on your couch, Simon was waiting at the base with sweaty palms awaiting Johnny's return. He hadn't accounted for you wanting to fuck Johnny instead of him, and when he checked the sergeant's location early this morning he was still at your flat. He also awoke to a notification from Johnny, a text containing a shaky video of his cock splitting you open as you moaned like a pornstar in the background. Blood rushed to his cock as he watched the camera pan to your face, sweaty and covered in what looked like spit and mascara. His grip on the phone tightened as Johnny finished inside you, his cum leaking out of your gaping hole as if to taunt him for what he was not allowed to do.
So now he was lifting weights in the base gym, waiting for Johnny to arrive and regale him with how much better he fucked you or whatever stories he wanted to boast about. Then again, maybe he'd have more videos to share...
"She sniffed ye out, Lt." he heard from across the room, Johnny's grin plastered on his features as he made his way over to Simon's bench. "Figured out yer whole plan. Sorry but she was too pretty to pass up."
"You came inside her." Simon said flatly, making Johnny's grin just a tad more smug.
"She was beggin' for it." the man shrugged. "Heard ye didn't stick around after ye were done with her."
Simon's back straightened a bit at Johnny's change in tone. He was all too familiar with that.
"She didn't ask me to." he gruffed, scratching behind his neck.
"Not how you treat a lady Simon." Johny chastised, turning to walk out of the gym, "Come on Lt."
Simon sighed, dick chubbing up in his boxers as he followed Johnny to an empty barrack room.
So as you were in your apartment, settling into a warm bath to ease your muscles, you had no idea that Simon was enduring exactly what you had hours ago. Ass up in the air he groaned into the rough bedding on the sorry excuse for a mattress as Johnny pounded into him relentlessly.
"Not nice to leave a lady high and dry, aye?" Johnny said, eliciting a whine from Simon's lips.
"M'sorry." he muttered into the bed.
"No yer not." Johnny said, snapping his hips up and making Simon's aching cock dribble out as it was left unattended. "Next time we see our bird yer gonna apologize like a man."
Simon's brain went fuzzy as Johnny's hands gripped the flesh of his ass, spreading him open so he could spit down onto his hole. He reached a hand around to grasp at his own cock, but Johnny swatted it away. Tears formed at the corners of Simons eyes as he begged Johnny for just one stroke. Johnny did not budge, leaving Simon's cock aching and soaked.
Johnny played with his own balls, squeezing the sack and rolling them in his hand as he reached his peak, shooting his load deep inside of Simon as he groaned out. He stilled, placing a hand on Simon's sweaty lower back to steady himself.
"Ahh," he sighed as he pulled his cock out of Simon's gaping hole, "Only good boys get to cum, Simon. Remember tha'."
The empty feeling of his hole and the taught, full feeling of his balls was torturous, and Simon twisted slightly to look up at Johnny.
"Please." he croaked before pulling out a card that always worked in his favor, "I'll be a good boy, I will."
"Prove it." was all he got. Johnny stuffed himself back inside his cargo pants and left Simon to clean himself up.
Simon groaned to himself, collapsing on the soiled sheets as Johnny's cum leaked out of him. He should have known better than to involve his sergeant.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
None of your friends were available to come to the bar with you, but Johnny had texted you asking if you'd be there so you were dolled up anyway. Walking in, Simon was already in attendance, and for once he actually stood up when you walked in. He hurried over to you before you could even get to the bar to order a drink.
"Hey!" you protested as he grabbed your elbow, dragging you through the mingling crowd and towards the bathroom. He remained silent as he dragged you into a stall in the men's room and locked the door.
"Enjoyed making that little movie huh?" he spat, pressing you up against the grimy wall. You sputtered for only a moment before realizing that Johnny must have shown the video he recorded to Simon like he said he would.
"I did." you spat back, "He fucked me real good, Simon."
"You let him come inside you." he growled, clearly upset that you had held up that rule for him but not Johnny.
"He cooked me breakfast." you shrugged, knowing it was a bullshit excuse.
"I fucked you first."
"He fucked me better."
"Bullshit. I know he's not bigger than me."
You raised a brow at that. Sure, it was probably because they'd seen each other in the showers or something, but the corners of your lips turned up as your brain went somewhere else. Surely teasing a big macho military man about having gay sex wouldn't lead to any kind of retaliation.
"How would you know? Huh?" you teased, "He fuck you too?"
You expected a snarl, a biting comment, hell maybe even a hand around your neck. But before he grunted out a simple "no", something flashed across his dark eyes, something truthful.
"Oh my God." you said, grinning, "He does. He fucks you like he fucked me, doesn't he? I bet you're a whiny bitch when he-"
"Enough." Simon said, his hand coming up to grab your neck as he shoved your head back flush with the stall wall.
"Oh God if you're listening please let me watch that." you laughed, looking up tp the ceiling and lifting your hands in a mock prayer.
Before he could get another word in, the door to the bathroom opened, and a familiar set of boots walked up to the locked stall, easily turning the lock open with a knife. Johnny swung the door open, bumping it into Simon's shoulder as he had you pinned against the wall.
"What did I say about apologizing?" Johnny said flatly, making you blink in confusion. Simon faltered, and when you looked back at him he was staring wide-eyed at Johnny. The air was thick, tension brewing between all three of you as Johnny's eyes moved from yours, to Simon, and back to you again. Simon only moved when Johnny nodded towards the door, dragging you with him.
You thought the car ride to Johnny's would be dead silent, especially since Johnny had banished Simon to the back seat. But he made sure the big man sat directly in the middle seat so he would have a good view for when Johnny reached over and stuck his hand up your skirt and into your panties. He lazily fucked his fingers into you, barely looking your way as he unraveled you with just one hand. You could feel Simon's eyes on you, watching every twitch of your facial muscles as you moaned quietly.
While stopped at a traffic light, Johnny sped up, angling himself to pump further into you and bring you up and over the edge, letting you cream all over his fingers as you gripped his wrist and keened out for him. Once he pulled his hand out from between your legs, he sucked his fingers clean and turned around in the seat to look at Simon.
"See what good pets get?" he questioned lowly, making your breath catch.
Your mind was spinning with the fact that you had been correct about their dynamic. You had meant it just as a jab to what you thought was Simon's hyper-masculinity, but that clearly wasn't the way it landed. Can't always judge a book by its cover, sometimes the giant hulking behemoth who fucked you to so hard you cried also enjoys being submissive to big hairy men. You kept your giggle to yourself, wanting to stay in Johnny's good graces for tonight, but you couldn't help give him a dopey smile. He winked at you and pinched your cheeks as the light turned and he continued driving, Simon crossing his arms and pouting like a child in the backseat.
Simon was still pouting when Johnny finally got you in bed. You could barely register where in the room he was, Johnny had you folded so intensely you couldn't decipher left from right anymore. But when he flipped you onto your stomach, you were facing where Simon was sat, relegated to a chair in the corner of the room, forced to watch as his sergeant bullied his cock into your already sore pussy with double the ardor he had a week ago. Johnny pulled your face up so you were staring directly at Simon, and leaned his face down next to yours with a big grin on his face.
"Boy's conflicted, pet." he said, loud enough for Simon to hear. "Doesn't know if he wants to be in my place or yers."
The thought of that drew a long moan from your lips, and Johnny laughed in your ear. His thrusts had slowed down, just enough so that Simon could hear everything that Johnny spoke to you.
"What do you say?" he cooed at you, "Should I let him take my place? Hmm?"
Though you would love for them to both take turns on top of you, there was something you wanted to see more. You whined and shook you head, a little to Johnny's surprise.
"No? What do you w-" you cut him off before he could finish the question.
"Me." you said, unable to form a full sentence.
"You? Tell me what you want baby, use your words." he urged, rolling his hips once to encourage you.
"Want him- ah - t'replace me." you croaked out, and you felt his brows raise as he laughed again.
"Dirty girl." he murmured into your neck before sitting up and pulling his cock from you. He pushed you to the side, rolling you onto your back as he beckoned to the man in the corner.
"Yer lucky day big guy. Birdie wants to see how I taught you your lesson."
If being fucked by Simon was good, watching him come undone under another man was heavenly. Johnny was a bull, and when he got into a rhythm fucking Simon on his back, you clambered over Simon's chest and peppered his face and neck with kisses as he let out the sweetest moans you'd ever heard. Looking to Johnny for permission, you glanced at Simon's leaking cock, hard and red as it went unattended once again.
"Not yet." Johnny grunted, making you frown.
"Please?" you whined, getting a shake of his head in response as he pushed Simon's legs apart farther, earning a groan from the man.
"Sit on his face." Johnny said, making you freeze. "He can cum if he can get you off."
You swung your leg over Simon's chest, still facing Johnny at his request. Simon's arms came up and gripped you around your hips, pulling your cunt down onto his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as he suctioned onto your clit, and you felt Johnny's lips on yours as hen leaned in to kiss you. The three of you had formed an erotic triangle, hot and sticky as the you all moaned in tandem.
Soon enough, you lost control of your lower half, you hips rocking along Simon's nose and face at their own pace. He was eating you with a fervor, knowing that when you came on his face Johnny would allow you to service his cock finally. A light yelp escaped you as he gently teethed at your clit, applying pressure that made you leak out so he could lick you clean. Your shaky arms were reaching out for Johnny who was lost in a cloud of his own pleasure and the sight of you.
You looked at him, silently asking for permission to cum before you did anything out of line. He nodded at you, and the sight of his cock stretching Simon and making his cock bounce ripped an orgasm from your abdomen that surprised even you in its intensity. You felt a small stream flow out of yourself and Simon greedily lapped it all up, and you were unsure if that was to please you or Johnny.
"Good lad." Johnny said, reaching out and slotting his hands under your arms and dragging you closer towards him. He guided you down onto Simon's cock, making Simon jump a bit at the sudden sensation.
Johnny moved you up and down, almost as if you were a flashlight for Simon, and your poor cunt had no time to recover from your orgasm before the veins in Simon's cock were rubbing all the perfect spots deep inside you. The two you you moved in sync, and Simon was a mess under the two of you.
Suddenly, Johnny pulled you off and himself out, hauling you up and over his shoulder as you watched Simon's legs shake as he nearly sobbed.
"You said-" he started, only to be cut off by a look from Johnny.
"Clean me off before I go back inside her." Johnny demanded, and from your position dangling upside down you couldn't see Simon licking and cleaning Johnny's cock but you could hear all the wet, needy sounds his mouth was making. You wiggled a little, desperate for a better view, but Johnny swung a palm around and sharply smacked your ass to make you stay still.
Once he was satisfied with Simon's work, Johnny told the man to lay back against the headboards as he let you back down onto the mattress. He gave your ass a little tap, encouraging you to climb back onto Simon but the other way around. Johnny let himself rest for a moment, enjoying watching Simon fuck up into you while you straddled his wide frame in a pathetic attempt at cowgirl.
Just as you and Simon were both nearing your peaks again, you felt the bed shift behind you as Johnny loomed at your backside.
"Let's see how far she can stretch, huh Lt?" Johnny said, the smile evident in his voice. Simon chuckled and it became very evident that it was no longer Johnny fucking you and Simon, rather Johnny and Simon were fucking you.
At first you thought the Scot was going to try and press into you ass, so you squirmed a bit only to be met with Simon's big hands holding you in place as Johnny mounted you from behind. He told you to relax, and your brows furrowed as you felt his tip press at the entrance of your cunt rather than your ass. Simons massive length was already buried inside of you, and Johnny was trying to join?
"No, no, no, Johnny please," you sobbed as he pressed harder, his wet tip burning the edges of your hole as he stretched you further and further until he finally notched it inside you.
"Shhh," Johnny shushed in you ear as you begged him to have an ounce of mercy on you, "Just relax baby you can do it."
Not like you had a choice. There was no where to run with Simon's wide waist keeping your legs perfectly spread and Johnny's weight now anchoring you in place. So you sat there, trembling and unable to breathe as Johnny pressed further and further inside of your already occupied hole. Once he forced in as much in as he could, the two of them moved as a team, one fucking in while the other pulled out. Your brain was completely fried, absolutely no thoughts in your skull as the overwhelming feeling between your legs was making your vision go white.
They were speaking to each other, but you couldn't decipher what they were saying as they sped up, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as they allowed you to collapse forward onto Simon's chest while they fucked you. As you felt another orgasm building it felt so close yet so far away, almost as if you were looking down at the scene instead of taking an active part in it. All your nerves were so overstimulated you might have missed your own orgasm if you didn't feel a river flowing out of you and onto Simon's pelvis.
The scream that left your lips was sure to cause a neighbor to call 999, a loud sound that felt foreign to your ears. They are fucking in time with one another now, and they both had their massive mitts on your hips as they released inside of you.
Simon was first, letting out a guttural noise that vibrated the entire bed as his hips snapped up into yours one, two, three times as his seed finally met your walls. Johnny wasn't far behind, adding his own spend to the mess between your legs as he rutted into you. They both fucked their cum into you, letting it spurt messily out around their bases.
You were totally limp laid across Simon's chest as Johnny eased out of you, coaxing Simon out after him. He let the two of you lay there while he sat back and caught his breath again, Simon's hand coming up to stroke your back. You had never felt so utterly ruined in your life, and a part of you wondered if one cock was ever going to be enough again. You groaned as you tried to move, both men shushing you and telling you to stay still.
Johnny was the first to get up, leaving the room while you lay strewn across Simon like a throw blanket. Eventually, Simon swung his legs around with a small huff, standing and carrying you into the bathroom where Johnny had run you a warm bath.
They let you soak as they cleaned themselves off, before Johnny reached into the water to clean you himself.
"Ye did so good." he said softly, a small smile cropping up on your lips as he gazed at you, "Did ye have fun?"
Your voice was completely shot, so you gave him a nod in response. He told you Simon was getting the bed ready, so he helped you out of the tub and toweled you dry. It was so interesting to watch them working as a team to take care of you, and it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
That night you fell asleep sandwiched between them, happily snuggling your face into Johnny's chest hair while your legs were tangled with Simon's behind you.
The rain pounded against your door as you slammed it shut. And you were left absolutely soaked in your scrubs. Much good your umbrella did after a long ass shift.
Your apartment was darker then usual. All of the lights off. Something pricked at your consciousness when you could have sworn you left the living room lamp on. Now almost everything was pitch black. Occasionally illuminated by lightening.
Feeling goose bumps climb onto your skin, you turned on the kitchen light. Just random paranoia, you told yourself.
Until there was a click behind you, followed by a low voice. "Don't move."
Your heart lurched in your chest. But you didn't move another inch. Someone broke in? They sounded like they were just in the living room. You didnt have many valuables, your just a nurse starting your career, no real money to speak of.
"Turn around." He demanded again. It was followed by a quiet pained grunt.
You did. Shaking. Your legs almost collapsing beneath you. "Please...don't shoot." You managed.
He was on your couch, his black hair plastered to his face with either sweat or rain. A gun pointed at you with one hand but the other was holding onto his side. Your eyes widened when the blood became apparent..
"You're a nurse, correct?" He asked. It was hard to deny it when you had scrubs and your hospital ID on and well, a gun pointed at you. You nodded jerkily. "I have a GSD. Stitch me up and I'll be on my way."
You hesitated. The only reason you're still alive is because of his wound. Once he doesn't need you he could just shoot you. "I'll pay you, get on with it." He said, a palor coming to his skin.
Deciding it better to listen, you ran and grabbed your first aid kit. Turned on the lights and looked at his wound.
He was wearing business attire strangely enough. You tried not to pay mind as to why he had this kind of wound. Your fingers worked carefully as you cleaned the area. The bullet appeared to have went in cleanly, staying intact. Getting it out was another story.
He tensed as you prodded. The gun was still in his hand but no longer pointed at you. "I...apologize if I scared you. It wasn't my intent."
You almost paused. He was apologizing? His head tipped back when your finally reached the bullet, groaning quietly. "How did you get this?" You asked.
"Bad decision making skills." He said, gritting his perfect teeth. You tried not to look at his face too much, but his eyes, icy blue, were hard to ignore.
"Why my apartment?" You asked again. Grabbing a needle and then thread.
"Window was unlocked and it was the first I stumbled on." He explained. Sounding so...casual. It was almost reassuring. "I just got lucky when you were a nurse."
His hands flexed when you threaded the first needle through. Then again. But he was taking the pain fairly well. You could tell he was still staring at you. Crouching near the couch to take care of him. Didn't think you'd be doing that on a Monday. "You're beautiful."
This time you did pause. Looked at him and furrowed your brows. He smiled a bit. "What? Surely you already know that, love."
Heat flushed your cheeks and you cleared your throat. "It's hard to take compliments from someone who broke into my place and pointed a gun at me."
He chuckled. "Fair enough."
A few moments later you finished the job with wrapping a bandage around his torso. Making sure it was tight enough to staunch any bleeding.
You slowly stood up. He watched. Like a predator sizing up its prey. But he didn't move. Only watched. Your heart raced none the less. Waiting. "Well?" You said quietly.
His brow quirked. "Well what?"
You shuffled from foot to foot. "What happens now?"
"You get your preety little self in your bedroom and I will leave. And clean up the mess." He said, gesturing to the blood.
"Just like that? No killing me, no taking all of my money?" You asked, purely confused.
He laughed. Actually laughed. Your face burned. "Baby, I dont need your money. And you just saved my life. It's the least I could do."
"Oh," you said. Not sure how to feel. What do you say when someone you thought was going to kill you, doesn't kill you and calls you pet names? "Will you be okay?" You finally asked.
He sat up, perfect features pinching. "I'll be fine." Then looks at you. "Thank you, for helping me."
You should pull away but you dont when he grabs your hand and presses a soft kiss to it. "Im indebted to you."
Oh. Oh wow.
You blush for a whole nother reason. Then you walk away.
♡
The next morning the birds are chirping outside your window. Upon waking, youre immediately bombarded with the memories of last night. The man, the wound, the gun...the kiss.
Quickly you get up. Opening the door slowly. It smelled like cleaner. Invading your nostrils but in a pleasant way.
The blood was gone. You have to stare at it for a moment cause it looks like as if it was never there to begin with.
You looked around your apartment, wondering if he was still here. Then your eyes land on an envelope and a single rose.
There was no note, but a massive wad of cash. Hundreds of dollars inside. So much you had to pinch yourself and see if you were dreaming.
He did all this?
The rose stem was completely trimmed of its thorns. You stared at it for a long moment. Wondering if you would ever see him again.
ID: A screenshot of tags left on the tumblr post. They read "#it's actually kind of a reverse Chekhov's Gun #Chekhov's Gun says "If there is setup there must be payoff" #Asimov's Tail says "if there is payoff there must be setup" #and I think the tail is also important #a tail is not something you'd expect to see on a character unless explicitly pointed out #someone stepping on the tail not only reveals its existence but also tells us things about it #eg it's floor length sensitive and the character either can't or won't keep it out of the way of foot traffic #the upshot seems to be "acclimatise your audience to things they don't understand before you use them" #you don't need to explain how a gun on the mantelpiece works in the same way you need to explain how your protagonist's tail does" End ID.
Small fae reader, who is found by 141 in a glass bottle on some superior officers' desk. You were lethargic from lack of fresh air, your wings were weak and lacked the usual bright color most fae had, and you didn't even flinch when John lightly shook you in your bottle.
"Kept you around as a good luck charm, did they?" He hums as he gently shakes you out onto his palm. You turn your head towards him weakly, whimpering nervously when John curls his fingers around you. "Shh, it's okay. I won't crush you."
True to his word, he kept you safe until they reached the safe house and put you into a more suitable temporary home. "I've never seen a fae in real life before." Kyle whispers as he tries to peak at you through the slates of your cage. "Are the myths true? About their magic granting good luck to teams?"
"Not if you mistreat them. You saw those sorry bastards." Ghosy grunts, shooing Kyle away from your cage. "That's why we get to take care of them."
By the time you were feeling more awake, you were able to take in the space around you. It was a large enclosure, bigger than anything you'd ever had before. Plush moss, smooth rocks laid down in paths, twigs, and some beautiful flowers fill the area, making your dull wings flutter in delight.
"Oh, hello, little fae. How are you feeling?" You jolt slightly when you hear a voice, the same voice that rescued you. You pull some of the fern leaves away from the glass, grinning when you see his bearded face. "I assumed you would want more privacy in your little home."
"It's very nice. But I'm very hungry." You tap your tiny palms against the glass eagerly. "Do you have strawberries?" John chuckles as he gently opens your jar, placing down two strawberries and a small cupful of honey.
"Get your energy back, little fae. You'll fly better when you're full."
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Sorry, not a drabble, but I wanna remind everyone not to get themselves scammed.
Reminder, don't change your password to something someone else tells you. Don't contact support through any way except the official ways. Don't give out any information about yourself online. Be careful about links you press on, don't enter any information on a fake link. Be careful about what you download, only download from trusted sources.
When downloading applications (especially from unsecure sources, but also including on other, possibly trusted apps!), be especially careful. On desktop, run a malware scanner occasionally, especially if you feel your pc is unusually slow, laggy or noisy. Remember to occasionally clear cache and cookies, especially on mobile.
And a special reminder that if someone dms you "hey, I accidentally reported your account!", then that isn't true. Your account is fine.
They will tell you to contact support through other apps, usually discord, possibly whatsapp.
Don't. Do not contact support through any ways except official, even if you feel pressured because they tell you your account will be deleted soon. Some of these have gotten quite good and will send you a fake document. The fake support may send you a "certificate".
It is a fake. Do not follow their instructions. Report any involved accounts, often times these got hacked themselves.
If in doubt, ask support through official ways.
If you did follow their instructions, immediately change your password.
Also, not scams, but be very careful about which information you give out online. People can be dirty liars, and even if they're not trying to scam you, they don't always have the best intentions.
johnny and simon both eat like dogs. like you could actually feed their meals to a dog. sweet potato, ground beef, and whatever veg was about to turn rotten. and no seasoning. time can’t be wasted on seasoning in their household.
dinner is a fleeting affair. both of them hunched over their bowls and inhaling. you’re staring at them in shock as they devour their flavorless, meaningless slop.
then to the couch for tv time. you feel a bit like a zookeeper that’s just thrown a limb of mean into a lions enclosure. the beasts fed, and now they lick their paws and relax.
they don’t even like the two teams playing on the television right now.
“why don’t you two come to my place tomorrow for a change?”
“wot? something wrong with our flat, dove?”
“no, no! of course not!”
they may look like lions but they frighten easily. the last thing you mean to do is scare them off.
“course not, just thought a change of pace might be nice?”
they share a weary look. change isn’t their favorite thing, not after years of strict military routine. they agree nonetheless. and they show up right on time, no surprise there.
they share another weary look when you ask them to take off their shoes before coming in.
“i made dinner. just something light,” you smile despite knowing dinner was far more effort than you care to let on.
johnny barrels towards the kitchen. “what’s the occasion, lass? you did all this for us?” and you shrug.
“just thought i’d thank the two of you, y’know. you’re always around to lend a hand.”
they just gape at you like there’s no brain activity happening within their thick skulls.
“well, have a seat then.” you gesture towards the set table with proper cutlery and a vase of flowers in the center.
you bring them both their plates of food, no ground beef, or sweet potatoes, or cottage cheese. and they hunch themselves over, ready to inhale as per usual.
“hasn’t anyone taught you how two to take your time?”
they stare at you again. just as stupidly as they did moments ago. this time they’ve gone silent because both of them are half hard beneath the table.
“going slowly makes it better, you know. not everything is a race.”
and that’s how you end up with simon between your thighs and your back pressed against johnny’s chest as he rubs your shoulders.
“slow, right? that makes it all better?”
simon is rolling his hips agonizingly slowly, dragging his cock against your warm walls.
“simon, faster please,” you beg him. he’s been going at this for the better part of an hour.
he tuts at you. “none of that. you wanted slow, you’re getting slow.
“that’s not—not what i meant,” you pant. you roll your head back to look at johnny, hoping he might help you out. he just brushes your hair from your sticky face instead.
“dinner was nice, sweetheart. now enjoy your dessert.”
So imagine you're out at a pride, right? A big one. You travelled to a large city for this, having been invited by a couple of friends and hey, you want to meet them again, join the demonstration, and maybe you'll even hit someone up!
And boy, you're having a blast. It's loud, it's full, but after getting over your initial anxiety you start to enjoy yourself more and more.
You don't meet anyone you'd like to approach, and neither does anyone approach you. While some people do look hot, they either aren't in your age group or are already taken.
You don't worry too much about it though, after all, this wasn't the main reason you came here for.
By now, your feet start to hurt. The pride march is over, although the mood is still high and you're still laughing, making your way to the nearest transport station, seeing a guy with a "kissing station" sign.
You smile and laugh at him, ready to tell him it's a cool sign, thinking that he wants to be kissed. A little confused when he points at you — does he want you to kiss him? What is going on?
But you realize a few moments later when he points at another guy, then you again.
"You two, kiss!" He cheers.
You're caught off guard. You're usually a rather shy person, you haven't even had a one night stand, and kissing a stranger?
The guy seems just as caught off guard as you.
You've gotta admit, he's hot — wearing a black mask that covers his mouth and nose, walking with three other men, which were grinning at the sight.
You approach him, a bit surprised at yourself, but deciding to live a little.
You were also maybe a little drunk.
You lean in a little, eyes flitting up to him, looking at where his lips are hidden underneath the mask.
Should you? Would he even be comfortable with it?
You divert. Simply choosing to kiss his cheeks instead, ready to pull back again already.
This sufficed after all, right?
Simon looked at you in shock as you pulled back from the kiss. This was not how he had expected his day to go when he had came with.
But then again, fuck it. Might as well.
And so, he pulled his mask down. Leaned in and kissed you on the lips.
Your soul seemed to have left your body for a second there.
And then you grabbed his chin, pulled him down towards you and kissed him, long and deep. Lips moving against eachother, basically making out.
So you know how Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all enlisted when they were practically kids? I cannot stop thinking about how that means the military basically raised them, like they know how to dismantle a rifle blindfolded, patch a sucking chest wound, and conduct recon in hostile territory, but put them in a normal house, in a normal neighborhood, in a normal environment and suddenly it’s game over.
Which is fine, whatever- until they get assigned to go undercover in some suburban cul de sac and have to act like normal civilians. That’s when the cracks start to show.
Because they’re bad at it. Really bad. By Day Three you have already decided that the four men across the street are either undercover agents, aliens trying out human cosplay, or the weirdest polycule of gay men on the eastern seaboard. Because how the fuck do four fully grown men collectively fail to figure out how to operate a lawn mower or light a grill without a column of flame visible to the ISS?
Or: A comprehensive log of why your home insurance premium is about to skyrocket.
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Thinking about mer!reader who was born in captivity meeting mer!ghost who was born wild...
You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.
But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.
He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.
Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.
This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!
Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!
....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.
Request fill for nonny who wanted captive vs wild mer!!!
Okokok this is great I love this I want to shove this fic into my chest and keep it locked inside my heart
BUT WHAT IF
Actual child mer!user that has been born and raised in captivity meeting Ghost. Actually, yknow what, the whole 141 pod.
You've been rescued from a "collector", being kept as a pet in a small, lonely tank all your short life so far. You don't know any other mers. You can't communicate and you're smaller than you probably should be at your age.
The mer rescue, unfortunately, doesn't have any free regular tanks anymore, and they don't entirely want to isolate you any further either.
So they decided it'd be best to throw you in with an established, adult pod, even if a wild one, especially since this one has a history of taking in pups and returning them to their pod.
The workers have high hopes for you hopefully socializing a little in there. If they were lucky, they could acclimate you enough to release you into the wild later on.
And so, you are rolled from the stretcher into the water, chirping in distress as you swim around, the tank being big enough for you not to spot the other mers yet.
Until you see a shadow fall over you, hear a curr, and look up to see a huge Orca mer swimming above you, looking at you.
You dart away at the sight, manage to crawl into a hiding spot and not come out for the next few hours.
But you keep seeing the Orca mer in front of the entrance, and a couple of other mers too. Chirping and curring and clicking and cooing at you, but all of them are huge and scare you.
It's four, you notice. Four mers that try to approach you again and again. The Orca mer you've already seen, a salmon shaped one, one with black markings on the fins, and a huge dark brown mer.
You've refused to come out until evening now, when you smelled food in the water and you realized how hungry you were.
Seeing as there seemed to be none of them around for now, you dare crawl out of your little hole and swim closer to the surface to get some of the food you had noticed.
Only to scare when you notice one of the divers approach you. You're about to turn around to try and swim away, only for a deep growl to resonate behind you, making the human back off.
You don't understand any sounds they've made so far. However, even you could interpret this one.
You whip around, seeing that Orca mef behind you, and quickly try to dart away, downwards toward your little hideout again.
However, before you get the chance to, two arms wrap around you from behind, the blacktip shark having been too fast and now holding you in place as the pod chirps and coos at you, basically inspecting you.
Meanwhile all you manage to do is instinctually squeak and cry, which earns you some head pats and some churring.
The 141 is absolutely consumed by their parent instincts for you.
They don't quite know why you had been added to their tank after it having been only them for the past few weeks they had been here while Price, Ghost and Soap recovered from their injuries with the fisher boat incident, but they sure as hell weren't about to let you out of your sights again.
A small little pup, apparently young enough to not be able to properly communicate seeing as you only managed to squeak in response to their "Pup? Pod? Pup? We're safe, are you okay? Are you hurt?" and their constant "It's okay, you're safe" instead of being able to properly communicate.
They decided not to try and drag you out of your hiding spot, waiting for you to come out instead yourself.
And when you finally emerged, Ghost scared the absolute shit out of the diver, showing that protectiveness over you before Gaz grabbed you and cooed at you, eventually passing you off to Price who held you like a baby pup.
Noticing you hadn't ate yet, you were getting fed small pieces of the salmon that had been tossed in, torn into even smaller pieces in order for you to eat and digest better.
You aren't let go for the next couple of days, someone always holding you, cooing at you, not being let out of sight for even a second.
The scientists, on one hand, are delighted to see how well the pod has taken you in. You're basically their pup now! If you just manage to grow a bit now, it'd definitely be safe to release you into the wild along with them.
They are, however, not so delighted at not being able to reach and inspect you anymore now, a diver nearly getting torn to shreds just for trying to touch you.
But it seemed like a small price to pay in comparison to their huge victory... Even if they had to find a way to deal with this now.
