#poly141 x reader

Price was mean to you today, not letting you get worked open by the sergeants before tossing you to Ghost. You sobbed and writhed, whimpering for him to slow down.

"Come on, love. You can take Simon's cock good for daddy, can't you?" Price teased, his fingers sliding into your mouth.

You whined, but nodded. You could take it, you could be good!

You sobbed out a high-pitched sound when Ghost bottomed out. He barely gave you time to adjust before he was harshly fucking into you.

Ghost and Price both obviously didn’t care that you had cum around Ghost's cock already. They were busy making out over your head.

When you whined for attention, Price just smacked you upside the head and fed his cock down your throat to placate you.

So you're more reactive to small things, and the guys find it so cute that they simply can't help themselves.

When red wolf!kyle grabs your shoulder and licks into your mouth to greet you in the mornings, he makes sure to press his whole body against you. Without fail, you melt into his body, tail wagging when his other hand travels to the small of your back. More than that, kyle loves pulling away to see the lust in your eyes, how you desperately want more, only to smile "I'll see you later, yeah? Gotta go meet with price. Bye, runt."

Later, when border collie!soap finds you in an empty recroom, he doesn't hesitate to flip you around and hump your ass. He's the most eager about finally not being the lowest of the group, and makes full use of his privilege to rut and hump you all he likes. You seem just as happy, bowing for him and tilting your head submissively. Unfortunately, price has his rules, so soap just ends up groaning "open up, runt, or it's yer face ahm hitting." When he strokes himself over your face.

During closed training is when grey wolf!ghost likes to remind you of your place. He remembers how annoying it was when he had to introduce kyle to the dynamic. Pushing you into any lock he decides and growling when you try to get out. Hearing your surprised yip followed by loud whimpering and tucked tail is nothing short of satisfying for ghost. Especially when you don't fight as he rubs his scent on you in his preferred method, only pausing to huff "hold still, runt. I won't ask you twice."

Of course, kangal!price gets to properly enjoy you, at least for the first few weeks while your mind sorts out the pack dynamics. He dedicates an hour at the end of each day for you to kneel between his legs, and is always happy to see you do so obediently. That cloudy look in your eyes happens so quick whenever you look up at him, so reactive. Later, when he's got you tied on his knot and you try to squirm away, all he has to do is remind "no, no pup. You sit still for me, yeah? Yer obedient, aren't you?"

You wake up so hard, and sweating. Sheets clinging to your much larger body as you grind your new cock into the mattress. Whines so much deeper as you bury your face into the pillow.

How on earth could Johnny live like this. He was hot all the time. It was nice to cuddle with in the winter, but now you're sweltering in the summer heat. And he's so horny. No wonder he's always having to duck away to deal with a surprise boner. The wind will change direction and suddenly your chubbing up in jeans that feel far too tight for a man with so many muscles.

After you deal with your morning wood, once in bed and then again in the shower, you rush off to find Johnny. Or find you to be exact. Flushing when Kyle smiles at you and you feel all the blood rush south. Price claps a hand on your shoulder as you pass and you have to bite your lip close to bleeding to stop a moan. Ghost is the worst though.

He corners you against the wall with narrow eyes. Immediately catching that something is wrong. He scans your face carefully. Aware of every subtle shift and twitch. Then he reaches down, cupping 'your' cock and squeezing hard. Your knees buckle as you groan. Eyes rolling back into your head. It feels so damn good. You're so sensitive. The curses that spill from your lips come out much deeper, and also much needier, than you've ever sounded in your life.

You hear Ghost hum. Nosing against your neck as he palms your cock through your jeans. Grinning below the mask when you cum horribly fast.

"Fuckin'... fuckin' hell sir."

Your head knocks back against the wall. Eyes watering slightly from the overwhelming rush of pleasure. Then you cringe at the sudden sticky feeling. Appalled to realise that you actually loved the soaked fabric rubbing against your softening cock. If you didn't hurry you'd never find your own body.

"Knew it was you. Found Johnny in your room."

He didn't elaborate further, but you could hear the smug grin in his voice. You rushed away. Dreading whatever Johnny was doing with your body.

The bastard had propped your mirror up against the wall. Watching as he curled four fingers deep inside the body he was hijacking. More than you could usually handle. And by the looks of it he was going for a fifth. When he heard you enter he glanced up with a grin. It was eerie seeing your own smiling face.

"Christ, hen. This things amazing! Why don't you do this all the time?"

You scowled, pinning his, your, hands so he would focus.

"Because I'm not a bloody deviant like you."

Vampires don't sleep during the day. You weren't sure why you believed that silly myth for childhood, but you did. You'd nearly jumped out of your skin the first time you saw Simon up and about right after sunrise. When he sees you, he grins at you with a deep predatory gaze.

"God, live for how your heart jumps when you're so scared." He groans, sniffing the air like he could taste your fear in the air. "Come here, pet." He beckons you closer, which you know better than to disobey.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? The sun -"

"You believe that old wives tale, love?" Simon leans back, studying your face with a slightly judgemental stare. "No wonder Laswell gave you to us. Can't think for yourself, can you?" You feel yourself flushing in embarrassment, looking away from him with a huff.

"I just thought -"

"Blood bags don't think, they bleed." Simon growls, the gravely tone that always makes you melt into him. Vampire mind control doesn't exist, John insisted it didn't, but you couldn't explain why their voices had such an effect on you. You instinctively bear your neck for him, whimpering in pain when he sinks his teeth into your veins.

"Simon, if it gets blood on the floor, you're cleaning up after it." John grumbles as he walks into the kitchen, stepping lazily around the two of you. You track him with your eyes, whimpering a little, but John just smiles at you. "He won't take too much. I'll get you some orange juice."

"Apple is its favorite. Told me itself." Kyle joins the kitchen for breakfast, grunting hungrily when his eyes land on you. "Mine turn next, Simon."

18+ mdni (smut, literally no plot LOL)

cw: sub!fem!reader, cnc (reader says things like stop, too much, but it's established there's a safe word), dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, poly!141, daddy kink, squirting, spanking, mean!141 lowkey, abrupt ending, word count: 1.4k

You’d been pent up for days, it didn’t go unnoticed by the team. Especially because you were usually the happy go lucky one in the group.

They noticed it all from the moment it started. Like when you pushed Soap away after he tried to do some light roughhousing, claiming you weren’t in the mood. He wasn’t mad, you were allowed to speak your mind and create boundaries.

But then you cussed Gaz out while sparring, something you would never dare to do. Not even a day later you were rolling your eyes at Ghost, telling him to shut up before walking away.

Sure this would seem tame to the average person, but to them it was different. You never acted like this. You were just a sweet thing, never mean unless it’s what you were ordered to do. Word quickly spread to Price when the team started complaining to him, with concern in their tones nonetheless.

That’s why you got called to his office the next morning. He stood close to you without touching, just to explain that if you needed to talk he was always open to it. Just the doting alone made you storm out. He let you go, you’d come to him when you were ready.

Sure enough, you did.

Price had stayed late in the office to finish up some paperwork. It was well past midnight when a knock sounded throughout the room lit only by the lamp on his desk. Cigar smoke swirled around in the air in front of his face as he breathed out, announcing that the door was open.

What he least expected was to look up to see your tear streaked face, some still actively falling. Nothing you said really made sense, just a mumbled mess of “I’m sorry” and “please forgive me”.

Price couldn’t help himself from pulling you onto his lap. Your back was leaned against his left arm as you sobbed into his shoulder, his right hand smoothing over your thighs and patting you gently.

Yes you were his soldier, but at the end of the day you were his little lamb that needed guidance and to be held when things went wrong.

Even though he went easier on you, that didn’t mean apologies were out of the question. But for right now, he just wanted to hold you.

always more than eager to please, to the point it almost feels like self-harm. you try to ignore the lump in your throat when you catch their smiles to each other, the way their eyes crinkle at the corners, the gentle nudges and touches and everything you’re deprived of.

they never save you a seat at the mess or offer to take you off base for a few hours after a particularly rough day; but you’ve more than once caught them doing that for each other. price cupping the back of simon’s neck, thumb gentle on his jaw as the stress of the day melts away off him. the way soap viciously guards the last pudding cup from the mess, making sure gaz gets the treat he loves so much.

it’s your birthday and they haven’t said a word. you understand — it’s busy, and even kate gives you a tight-lipped smile when she passes you in the hall.

(at least she acknowledges you).

it’s late, the stack of papers on your desk significantly smaller than it was this morning. you groan as you stretch your arms above your head, back clicking and cracking into place. you shake your hand out, rubbing at your wrists as you hope that maybe price would be okay with taking you to your favorite bar with the boys once you’re done. it’s close, after all. just one drink.

you think of the little cupcake you tucked away in the fridge earlier. you bought it yourself and even put a little bow on top; just something small to make your night a little better. it was 15 pounds; a bit ridiculous to spend on a cupcake, but didn’t you deserve at least that much?

a knock on your door, the hall light spilling in as price walks in, steps sure and measured.

“hey, kiddo,” he rasps, looking as tired as you feel.

you try for a small smile, relieved to see him after being cooped up in your office practically all day.

he doesn’t return it.

“sorry, i forgot about this,” he starts, hand coming out from behind his back.

your heart thumps hopelessly, that spark of happiness almost enough to crush you.

he stacks some papers on your desk, signature line empty and pages out of order.

“think you could take care of that for me?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, only able to nod as heat from shame and embarrassment flood your face, eyes stinging harshly.

“oh,” he says as he turns back to you, “soap ate this cupcake in the fridge. it had your name on it, but you know how soap is.”

you still, breath dying in your throat.

“i want those on my desk no later than 0800,” he says with finality, the door closing behind him.

your hands shake as you reach for the new pile of papers, words blurring past the point of recognition as tears slip down your cheeks.

your maw is covered in blood. most of you is covered in blood. your hands are shaking as price drags you to medical, his grip on your lead tight but not harsh.

"please, sweetheart," he said when you refused to move. he wasn’t above forcing you, but you weren't in the right frame of mind for that.

you stared at the blood on your hands and under your nails, tasted it around your teeth. was it yours? so much bad shit had happened on that op that you couldn't remember. but you were on your feet, walking around the base now.

you looked at john and closed your fists, dried blood on your palms cracking at the movement. when you took a step, he took one too, keeping a lead length distance between you.

you were hurt and dangerous right now. john didn't want to become your last victim.

(he didn't look into your eyes. if he had, he would have seen fear and hurt. you were a scared little pup that didn’t want to be scared anymore. more than anything, you wanted the people that made you feel safe).

john got you to medical. "good birdie," he whispered when you hopped up onto the table.

the medic cleaned the blood from your hands and took in the damage underneath. nothing too serious, nothing a few plasters wouldn't fix.

that was the state of most of you.

until she got to your tail.

you growled and snapped when she prodded it with her pen, but john gave your lead a harsh tug. "would you mind muzzling her while I bandage it, captain?" she asked.

john didn’t mind. it was in the interest of safety, after all.

you fought the muzzle however you could. moving your head away like a defiant child and snapping at his fingers when he tried to put it on you.

finally, he got it on. your mouth was covered, the tears digging into your face as your eyes welled up with tears. even if you wanted to speak, the muzzle was so tight that you couldn't.

it hurt so damn much as she bandaged your tail. your tail. you loved your tail. you loved brushing through the fur and how expressive it made you. and now at least half of it was covered in a white bandage.

the medic gave price some painkillers and told him to mash them into your food. as if you were too stupid to swallow them with some water.

you hated it here, this sterile room where you were treated more animal than anything else.

when john finally led you out of there, you found walking inexplicably difficult. stumbling, unable to walk straight, ready to sit on the ground.

walking without your tail for the first time in your entire life. you had no balance and it left you unsettled, unsure of every step.

john let you stop on the floor. he didn’t pull you up or drag you behind him. "guess yer put 'f the field f' a bit, huh," he commented so offhandedly.

out of the field. thats what they all said before moving you onto the next team.

you were in full blown distress, backing yourself into a corner with your knees pulled up to your chest, head shaking back and forth as you cried.

no words ever uttered, but the muzzle didn't help with that.

john tried his best to comfort you, to calm you down. but there was only one man for the job.

and when john managed to get your muzzle off, his name was the only thing you'd said.