Reaper_chan

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.

Ghost understands, vaguely, that gifts and certain gestures are shared with someone as courting. He's seen it plenty between soap and gaz, and with the young pretty betas price always goes for at bars.

So of course he thinks he knows what he's doing when he decides to court you, the other lieutenant he sees around base.

"For you." He'll appear out of nowhere while you're talking to a colleague, just to place a pair of metal utensils in your hand after watching you grab a handful of the plastic ones the mess uses. "I have more, if you need it."

He likes to bring you lunch in your office, set down a big plate of meats and veggies and rice with a "it's hot, be careful. There's a drink in yer bag." Before promptly leaving. Ghost doesn't even realize he's expected to stay in the room and eat with you, let you get used to his scent and mannerisms.

When he starts to smell pre-heat on you? Doesn't ask to be your heat partner at all. Instead you get a box of snacks, vitamins, and two hoodies for your nest from him. Ghost reeks of pleased alpha the entire time because he's doing such a good job providing for his future mate.

The craziest part? You love it.

You love all of ghosts weird mannerisms, how he's nothing like the typical alphas who've tried to court you in the past with excessive physical touch and crude gifts. In fact, you don't think he's even touched more than your elbow to get past you in the hallways.

Ghost is unlike any alpha you've met, and that's the thought that runs through your head when you slip his hoodie on a settle in for your heat.

It's absolutely adorable. Your little baby who raises her arms up, and babbles "cuddle!! Cuddle!!" With tiny grasping fingers and excited kicking feet. Without fail, when you tuck your head down for her to rest her chin on and hold with little hands, she squeals and laughs in delight.

It becomes significantly less adorable and much more embarrassing when she does it to neighbor, simon.

You're just stepping out of the apartment with her while simon is getting home, he's always out at odd hours. Apparently your little girl looks up at this behemoth of a man, covered in scars and a permanent scowl, and decides that's the one she wants.

"Cuddle! Ahhh!! Cuddle!!" She coos, arms outstretched towards the man.

Simon freezes, looks between you and her like a deer caught in headlights. You sigh, patting your little girl on the back "you don't have to, she'll be fine."

"No," simon interrupts, he looks at her and his entire body seems to soften. "it's alright. Little miss wants a hug, aye?"

He handles your baby like she's a small animal, soft and so so aware of not accidentally hurting her. Simon brings her up to his chest and tucks her under his chin, swaying slightly on the spot. You're not even sure he knows he's doing it.

Your baby squeals happily, little hands bapping his chest and arms in her way of showing joy. She looks up at him like he hung the stars.

Seeing this big, obviously dangerous man, being so gentle with your baby should not make you feel the way you do.

It's stupid, and he feels like a teen asking his older friends for rides whenever he has to text someone because he needs to be someplace farther than a thirty minute walk. No one says it, but soap can tell they get tired of driving him to the shops.

Well...everyone except you that is.

You love to have soap in your car, or at least soap thinks you do. He doesn't understand why until he brings up his worries about being a burden and you scoff with a glance to his side "what? You're like my passenger princess, johnny. I'm not letting a pretty thing drive himself."

Which...that comment definitely shouldn't make soaps face burn tomato red. He used to be so good at maintaining a straight face.

You glance at him again, then bark out a laugh at his flush. "Oh? You like that, johnny?" A hand leaves the steering wheel, lands heavy on his knee "you like being my eye candy? Hm?"

Soap can only squeak in embarrassment. His dick, which he thought lost function after the gunshot with all the good it did him, jerked to life. "Jesus, dove." He scrubs a palm over his face "don't play like that."

You raise your brows and let your hand creep up to his inner thigh. Soaps lost some of the muscle definition you remember seeing in the gym last year, and a delicious layer of fat has taken it's place. You knead it just to feel soap jerk in his seat, "not playin' johnny. You look damn nice sat in my car, relying on me for a ride. so cute when you thank me, too."

"...really?" Soap asks, voice high and tight with tension as your pinky grazes over his crotch. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from humping your palm.

"Yeah. Really." This time, soap can't stop the moan he lets out when you fully cup him, rubbing the heel of your palm against his clothed erection. "Why don't you give me a show, princess? Entertain me, hm?"

Soaps never shoved his pants down so fast.

Butterfly hybrids are weak, delicate. They roll over at the slight implication of a threat, everyone on base knows this.

Ghost also knows this, and resents the fact such a weak thing has been hogging his gym space. Sure, it's not technically his space, but ghost always uses it at the same time every other day and no one has dared to challenge him on that.

No one but you.

"The fuck did you just say to me, lieutenant?" You turn around slowly, eyes narrowed. The gym goes dead silent, because no one speaks to ghost like that.

"I said you need to move, runt." Ghost crosses his arms over his chest, scoffing at the way your wings slowly open and close, delicate. "Let someone who can actually do something on the field use the space, yeah?"

For a long moment, you're quiet. Ghost genuine laughs when you push your sleeves up your arms, "really? Just move, lieutenant. It's not–"

Crack!

Blood spatters across the mats as your fist connects with ghosts nose, a sickening crunch followed by astonished gasps around the room. You don't stop there, knocking ghost onto his ass and climbing atop his chest to wrap two clawed hands around his throat.

"Don't you ever" you hiss, wings flaring proud behind you "ever, imply i don't belong here, lieutenant. I'm not scared of you."

"....right" ghost groans around blood.

Fucking you through three orgasms just to make sure you're exhausted and loose enough to take them. Price huffs warm in excitement, leaning so close over your body he might crush it while he slowly pumps into you without ever pulling out "hold still for me, yeah? This mnhh– takes some work–"

You can feel the eggs travel up towards you, stretching you open impossibly more. Even at the instinctive squirming, price doesn't stop, simply purring in an attempt to comfort all while he nudges the eggs deeper with the next one. They nudge and rub against your cervix but he just keeps going, tail wrapping around your torso when you whine about being too full "just one more, darling, one more."

The final egg is accompanied by a sick pop, forcing itself into your cervix in a way that makes your entire body jerk and spasm. Price holds you through it all, wings wrapping around his pretty new clutch holder, but his dick is still nudging all those eggs around, and with a sick jolt you realize he's trying to fit them all in.

It's a new type of freedom in being understood the first time when you chirp, coo, or flap your wings. No need to translate yourself when most avian hybrids are familiar with others unique quirks. Gaz even goes out of his way to mimic some of your coos just to make you feel safe!

You fit right in with them, making a lethal member of the team in your own right. You and gaz are a duo people learn to fear, able to hunt and chase targets through most terrain. It's likr bonding for you two, hardly even a chore.

There's just....one thing.

"No. that is not a nest." Kyle narrows his eyes at the thing you've proudly proclaimed as your nest. "I don't know what that is, but no. Absolutely not."

"What?" You frown, wings drooping as you look between gaz and your nest with confusion. "It's a good nest! It's perfect, even!"

"It's made of what seems to be half a cardboard box and two socks." Gaz waves his hand at your nest, wings flaring in indignation "there's not support walls! No comfort! You don't even have a blanket!"

You tilt your head "why do I need that?"

Gaz screams of frustration echo down the hall.

He bans you from nest making when the inevitable happens and you move in together. You sleep in his fancy comfy best because it makes him happy. Little does he know, you've still got your own nest too!

....gaz knows about the two socks and a coat hanger that's at the bottom of your closet. He thinks it's just clutter and not a nest until he accidentally cleans it up one day and comes back to you sobbing over your lost work.

You're in the middle of enjoying the feeling of ghost snug inside you, the thick underside of his cock twitching every so often in his sleep. He loves to have you cockwarm him, something about feeling close to someone else helping with the nightmares.

You're nearly drifting off too when you feel it, a small nudge against your hole. It takes you a moment to realize what it is, assuming ghost is just adjusting himself when a sudden pressure pushes, stretching you.

In an instant, you're wide awake and reaching for your phone, trying to pull up the app and figure out what the fuck is going on. Only for what is now clearing the head of a dick to pop in, stretching your hole far beyond its used to.

"Fuck! Mmhh–!" You mewl, thighs clenching. You have to try three times before you manage to unlock your phone, the cock having coaxed itself halfway in by now. A quick glance at the hub and you're dialing soap.

"Johnny–! Wh‐what the hell are you doing?!" You hiss, whole body shuddering as the cock begins to thrust slowly, nudging ghost around inside you too.

"What? Line was open, can't a guy please himself?" Soap pants into the phone shamelessly. Embarrassingly, you can hear the slick sounds of yourself over the speaker "ghost always hogs you at night."

"Ghost is still in me!!" You gasp at the sudden, sharp thrust that earns you, soap moaning at the realization. Almost intentionally, soap starts thrusting harder, rutting against ghosts cock and using it to rub into your sweet spot.

You can only gasp and whine, stretched beyond you're used to and already overstimulated. Soaps moans continue to spill from the phone beside you, muttering "christ– can't wait to tell kyle about this, aye? Wonder how much ye can take–"

When he finally, finally cums, it's right alongside ghost. So much cum fills you you swear it leaks out a puddle below you, despite knowing it will go to the portals. You wait, but...soap doesn't pull out.

It's only when you hear snoring that you realize he intends to sleep with you stretched on two of the biggest cocks on the team.

He's just arrived home, bloodied boots still one. A duffel bag full of gear at his side. You really should let him settle down, but you're impatient. You round the corner just as he pulls off his balaclava, leaning against the wall "welcome home, simon. I missed you."

Ghost makes a half-choked, dying sound. Were he a weaker man his knees would've buckled at the sight of you in a virgin killer sweater. It hugs over your round tummy, leaves your plush thighs and the rolls on your side exposed to cool air.

The sweater barely covers your crotch, and almost instinctually ghost knows you're not wearing anything under it. You laugh at his expression, stepping closer "I've never seen you so red before, baby. I can't look that good."

Ghost groans, hands finding your hips and kneading the fat there. "Fuckin' 'ell love, you've no idea."

You don't get time to even yelp before ghost is hauling you over his shoulder with a huff. He's going to ruin you.

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