#werewolf!soap

you were desperate. short on rent because your siblings couldn’t be bothered to return the money they borrowed from you after you’d been pressured by your parents to just give them what they wanted.

[Ghost/Soap] My boyfriend is a werewolf pt. 8

back when Soap was a freshly bitten werewolf and he couldn't exactly control his transformations... Ghost had some... explosive experiences...

Wolf | COD werewolf!au | f!reader x (any combination of things we will discover together, but originally werewolf!johnny)

you didn't know what to expect when you left everything behind to move into your aunt's cottage in the highlands. you hoped to find some kind of purpose to life, instead you find an injured wolf, befriend some of the locals and suddenly life is looking very different.

Part One: in memoriam

Part Two: hand that feeds

Part Three: hungry like the wolf

Part Four: basic commands

Part Five: a name is a name

Part Six: if you feed a wolf a biscuit

Part Seven: the neighborly thing

Part Eight: out for delivery

Part Nine: a menace at best

Part Ten: like ancient, ancient?

Part Eleven: Do you not have manners?

Part Twelve: not a vegetarian

Part Thirteen: bringing home friends

Part Fourteen: a snack

tbd

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*evil laugh*

(tw noncon) you kick and scream against the clawed hand that cages you against the ground. twigs and pebbles dig into your knees, dirt presses its pattern into your cheek, your tears wet it cake mud to your face, you don't care. your legs ache with the exhaustion of running, you don't care. your throat hurts from screaming for help and you don't care.

because the big wolfish mass that had chased you down is pressing its snout to your cunt and sniffing you through your clothes, and suddenly being eaten feels like the least of your problems. so you kick in a desperate attempt to hit something you can't see and nearly shatter your ankle when it does actually hit something. the pain shoots up your leg like hot pokers, arcing through your knee and fizzling out when it reaches your thigh. it's a small distraction from the pointed tips of claws that dig into your ass and rip. blood dribbles warm from where they skate your skin and the sound of fabric ripping deafens you.

you just wanted to take a nice hike through the mountains with your friends, you weren't supposed to get separated, you weren't supposed to run into a monster.

"fuck me," the beast growls behind you, "been wantin' tae lick ya all day."

"what?" you sob. you don't know what its saying --didn't know monsters could talk-- and you're still trying to parse it when you feel the wet drag of its tongue over your exposed cunt.

its tongue is so long, big and flat and wet. it covers you in spit, slicking you from front to back in one agonizing motion. the wet drag of its nose makes you shiver, makes more tears tremble on your lashes. its maw opens wide against your cunt, teeth settling precariously above your clit as its tongue forces its way into you. you clench around the intrusion, a new heat pouring thick through your veins. your eyes roll, lips parting. the air is wet with the noise of your cunt when the beast finally rolls its tongue over your clit.

the soft moan that leaves you is laced with shame.

Goddammit, you never felt this small before. Sure, all hybrids are twice or thrice your size, but why do you feel this way only now that you were standing in front of Johnny's kneeled down form?

He was kneeling down. Kneeling down. And was still bigger than you standing up.

He was large too. All of them were, really. Men as buff as them naturally had large bodies—it was impossible not to notice that their arms were as thick as your torso.

So....

How exactly were you supposed to fight with him?

It's a play fight, just a play fight, but still, you didn't know what to do. This was insane, how could someone like you fight with a werewolf his size...? And he wanted you to "mess him up"??

You should've suggest playing UNO instead, this is torture.

"Mhm.... I-I... dunno what to do...?" You mumble, uncertain. Your eyes flick to his form—the way excitement buzzes through him, his tail wagging fast behind him, ears pressed flat against his head. His toothy smile never wavering.

Big canines too, bigger than Ghost's.

"It's easy, lassie." He cooed, voice more controlled and calmer than what his body language was showing. "Come on, ya trust papa, right? Papa will never hurt ye."

"I don't know how to fight...." You insist, frowning a little in worry, still shuffling quietly in front of him.

“Don’ have tae. Wha’ does a wee pup ken?” He snickers, rolling his eyes as his accent gets stronger out of nowhere. “Ah just like ma kids messin’ me up! Ye can bite, scratch, or anythin’ else, really. Ah can take anythin’, ye wee runt!”

You hesitate, still looking over his form in worry and confusion. You didn't even move from your position, just holding onto your hoodie as you rubbed your socked feet with each other.

Johnny’s excited, competitive demeanor softened a bit as he sized you up, his tail wagging less and his ears perking up again.

“C’mere, puppy, c’mere… pstpst, it’s alrigh’…” He cooed gently, beckoning you closer with a small hand gesture. “Come tae papa, he’ll teach ye everythin’, aye?”

You blushed in embarrassment at his attitude, letting out a quiet sigh as you approached, still clutching the sleeves of your hoodie.

He immediately flashed you a big, toothy grin—sincere, yet still intimidating. His dangerous demeanor remained as scary as ever. Honestly? He looked kinda insane.

And then—

Big hands grabbed you, making you gasp in surprise as he took you down onto the mat. Technically, he just kinda grabbed you and eased you onto your back, but still—you weren’t expecting it! It was fast.

“Down ye go.” He smiled in a terrifying mix of gentleness and smugness. “Now what, wee bonnie baby?” His tone was pure challenge.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, frozen for a few seconds. His big palm rested gently on your chest, fingers spread just enough to frame your neck as he held both your shoulders down with one hand, caging you in. His feral eyes and sharp grin never wavered as he loomed over you, kneeling like a true predator.

You breathed in shakily at the thought, both small hands coming up to grasp his wrist, trying to gently push his hand away. Your legs curling up close to your chest.

“Don’ let him pin ya down.”

Ghost’s voice immediately caught your attention, making you turn your head on the mat to glance at him sideways on the edge of the mat. He stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face, watching closely.

“Aye, runt, why’re ye lettin’ me pin ye down?” Soap teased again, one of his fingers gently rubbing your cheek from where he held you against the mat.

You bit your lip at the provocation, anxiety creeping back in. You pushed with a bit more force, trying to make his hand move, but weakened your grip when he laughed mockingly, leaning his head down dangerously close to yours.

“Look at this… nae claws at all, such cute wee fingers… trimmed nails and all, eh, wee baby? Price was talkin’ ‘bout ye humans… how we’ve gotta keep ye groomed right—short nails on hands an’ feet, brushed wee teeth, and trimmed hair… are all humans frail wee thingies like ye, runt?” He snickered, a broad, teasing smile stretched across his face.

"Big talk for a dirty mutt." Ghost joined in, voice low and raspy as he steaped on the mat, feet covered in black socks.

You immediately tensed up in worry at his tone, eyes widening as your body locked up. It sounded harsh, and for a moment, you genuinely feared they might start arguing right then and there.

But...

Johnny just laughed it off, his smile still wide, his hand still pressing you down against the mat as he kept an eye on Simon entering the mat from his peripheral vision.

“Are ye gonna get in the way, Si?” Soap asked menacingly, tilting his head slightly, baring his teeth at the other man.

“No. I don’t plan on fightin’ ya. I’m here for the kid.” he answered simply, dropping heavily to his knees by your side. "Come on, fledgling. His fingers are wide spread, tuck your hands under them."

You blinked up at him, stunned for a few seconds, before quickly glancing back at Johnny’s hand. Letting go of his wrist, you forced your hands under his fingers, slowly but surely lifting it off your shoulders and chest.

Sure, Johnny wasn’t putting much strength behind it, and he was still cooing at you the whole time, but you managed to take his hand off of you, only for Simon to roughly shove Johnny down onto the mat.

“Hey!” Soap laughed, falling onto his back, his elbows holding his body up.

"Go, up, come on." Simon nudged you, pushing your sitted form in Johnny's direction gently.

You got to your feet, slightly unsteady, feeling the gentle push of his hand that made you tumble on top of Soap, who was just staring at you with a smile.

“Hurt him. Go for his neck.” Ghost instructed, arms crossed as he watched you both.

“Wi’ these wee hands?” Soap cooed mockingly, his hand coming up to gently grab yours and rub with his thumb.

Ghost sighed quietly at your lack of reaction, watching you sit on top of Soap’s waist, your hand held in his, looking uncertain. Truly, zero instincts with this one.

“Gaz was right… it really does feel like when we had only newborns.” Soap laughed quietly, messing slightly with your hand, moving it around. “Ah used tae put them on ma chest for tummy time, too.”

You frowned slightly in confusion at that, head tilting slightly to the side.

"What's that...?"

“Oh, it’s—Ah mean…”

Even though Johnny was still smiling, he frowned a bit too, apparently caught off guard by your question. Or at least, that’s what it looked like. For a moment, it even seemed like pity crossed his face too.

“It’s when ye put babies on a soft surface, belly to the ground, and leave ‘em there. Helps ‘em strengthen their bodies so they can start crawling later on,” Ghost explained calmly, pushing you up slightly higher against Soap. “Now, come on, try to hurt him. He can take it.”

You still hesitated at that, unsure about actually trying to hurt one of your foster parents. Still, you sighed quietly before grabbing the hand that was holding yours and pushing against Johnny's face, hearing him laugh.

"Yeah, that's not going to do much." Ghost commented dryly.

Before you could say anything else, you let out a small, surprised yelp as Soap suddenly switched places with you, grabbing your small body effortlessly and getting on top of you once again, big grin still plastered on his stupid smiling face.

This time, at least, you managed to place your feet against his chest, pushing him slightly away from your body.

"Ya ken, Price's always liked a rough fight," Soap chuckled, a smug smile on his face as his big hand wrapped around your calf. "Me too, o' course, but he's even more violent than me, if ye believe it. Big bastard roughed up everyone as a soldier, an' let all the kids rough him up right back as a parent. He loves it."

"To be fair, most of us do." Ghost nodded from his place on the mat.

"But how does a wee thing like ye plan to do it if ye dinnae even try?"

At that, your leg was quickly pulled back, your body dragged across the mat as you let out a small shriek, only to immediately laugh right after when Soap stopped pulling you by the leg.

Actually, you were so busy giggling in a mix of surprise and excitement that you didn’t notice Johnny and Simon looking at you with surprise and contentment. It took them a bit, but they finally managed to make you actually laugh.

And what a cute laugh you had.

"Guys, come on up, Price still wants to check if her cold's gone away and watch a movie!" Kyle called out from the stairs, smiling gently at the scene.

"Heard that, lass? Hope ye like cartoons, ‘cause we love ‘em!" Johnny smiled excitedly, helping you up onto your little feet.

"I actually developed a liking for them after bein' forced to watch thousands of different ones as our kids grew up," Ghost commented, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Coco's very nice. Would ya like to see it, kid?"

"I'm... not sure...." You mumble, not recognizing the name.

"Yer gonna love it, lassie! Ah guarantee!"

werewolf!soap who invites you out on a cabin trip that happens to fall right when he’s going to turn. he doesn’t mean to scare you bonnie, truly. he just needed a mate through this rut. and what are friends for, if not to take the other person’s knot and bear their litter?

Soap Edition

Living with a werewolf can be a hassle. It’s a lot of vacuuming and dusting and lint rolling.

You invested in the best rumba the market offers and it does kinda help. Especially when he spends his full moons at a cabin with the rest of his pack. Sometimes you join them and greet them in the morning with a fresh breakfast, but most often are you kept away by work.

You’ve gotten used to his habits too. The scenting and nuzzling before and after work. The excited tackle when you come home and he’s already there. The very large amount of fresh meat in your freezer. Throwing a ball just to mess with him. He always runs after it. Always brings it back and grumbles and lectures you that he isn’t a dog to play fetch with. That doesn’t stop you from doing it again though.

You’ve gotten used to him herding you to bed every night. Of him protectively cuddling around you no matter the temperatures. Thought its worst when he’s shifted and it’s summer cause he functions as a heater.

Even gotten used to him perking up when he hears dogs barking or a wolf howling. Him pulling you tight and sniffing you over when you come home after work. Figuring out who you were with and how you’re feeling. How he loves showers but hates baths yet has no problem playing in mud or natural bodies of water.