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Cod boys and how they come home.

Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?

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queenhunter102 · 1 day

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Update!

Hello, my little loves. How are you? I hope everything is good with you. I have officially finished editing parts 10 - 14 of my HOTD (Which I know not many people read), so they should be out in the next few days, I.E., Saturday or Sunday. My Cod MAIN story (Which I know is my famous story) should be out on Sunday or Monday, and the Cod NSFW should come out on Wednesday or Thursday. So, in rolling order. HOTD will be posted first. COD (Story) will be posted second The NSFW stuff will be posted last

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queenhunter102 · 3 days

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Slight update

Hey, little loves. I apologise for dropping off the face of the earth; I promise everything is good; college takes up more time than I thought. (That speaks to my time management and pre-planning, as well as my procrastination) But anyway, I'll try to post things soon, especially the NSFW, like ALL OF IT, for COD, as promised. I'll also post parts 16- 19 of the Cod story and then parts 10 - 14 of my HOTD, soon-ish, like in the next few days. As always I'll update if things change, talk soon my little loves. Kisses.

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queenhunter102 · 9 days

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Part 9

Part 8 Content warning: there is a brief talk of orgasms and the frustrations of not orgasming.

You limp your way around the washroom, often grasping at the ledges to breathe. You grunt a little as you try to stretch and dislodge the feeling of weary and aching bones. You push off the ledge, trying to gain momentum to push yourself to the pile of wet clothes in the water basin. You sink to your knees, using the edge of the water basin as leverage gently. You pick up each item of clothing and sort them between each house member. As you went, you counted who needed to be given higher priority than the others. You rolled your eyes when you saw it was Aegon. Of course, it was the drunken fool. You gathered his clothes as best as you could, pulling them into an empty basket and using your feet pushing the basket across the floor with out you having to stand, you froze when you heard a voice. “Wilding! Get off the floor this instance,” it boomed; you closed your eyes as you hoped, you prayed that it was not who you thought it was, but when you finally opened your eyes and found Taryn marching his way to you when he finally reached you, you half expected him to yank you to your feet. But he took hold of both of your arms firmly and gently pulled you to your feet, using both hands to steady you before he let go. “The maester has instructed that you must not perform on your knees,” he said, eyeing the basket you had previously been pushing across the floor. “What had you been doing?” Taryn asked, turning his back to you. I was attempting not to strain my injuries,” you said, taking the stance you were taught to do, head down, hands behind your back. It was uncomfortable with your injuries. “DO NOT STAND LIKE THAT!” Taryn snapped, giving both of your arms a light slap, “It will do no good for your injuries, " he said, picking up the basket of wet clothes and bringing them to the drying rack. He put the basket on the floor before pulling each item of clothing out and hanging them to dry. You had never seen Taryn act so kind to you or show you much concern. You had heard rumours that he protected the servants despite his rough exterior and harsh words. “I presume you will not say who attacked you,” he asked as he hung one of Aegon’s Tunics. “I was not attacked, Sir; I simply missed a step”, you say, not wishing to receive a beating for informing Taryn of what had happened. Taryn only hummed as he pulled one of Aegon’s trousers and hung it closer to the fire. “Yes, and Prince Daemon is King,” he said dryly. You knew what he meant; he knew you were lying, but you stood firm in your lie to him; you did not wish to seek further punishment. “Was it a lord?” he asked, his head barely being seen over the clothing line. When you did not answer, he asked, “A lady perhaps?” Again, you said nothing, refusing to give him anything. You could see his head tilting side to side. “Was it one of the girls? One…one of my servants?” he asked hesitantly. You shifted then almost instinctively. When you had done that, Taryn stopped asking questions. He just finished hanging Aegon’s clothes in silence, and when he was done, he brought the empty basket to you and filled it with more wet clothing. “I will have justice for what was done. I do not permit fighting with my servants, despite my view on where some of them come from,” he said, taking the now-filled basket and placing it by the fire before leaving. Aemond was blood thirsty on the training field, Aegon could tell it was from not seeing their sweet mouse, that delicate little thing, Aegon winced as he watched Aemond nearly run a poor attendant through with his sword, hardly stopping when Sir Cole stepped in between the pair trying to turn Aemond’s wrath away.

“Brother, come, let us walk,” Aegon called. He had become bored this hour ago, but not his brother, no, not Aemond. That man would get himself killed if he or their little mouse did not rein him in. Aemond just grunted as he threw his sword down. A look of anger and tension-filled his already scowling face. “Where are they? Hmm, it has been almost two months! TWO….” Aemond paused and breathed as he approached Aegon, his jaw tense and looking rather painful. “Aegon, it has been too long since I have seen them… smelled them,” Aemond said, almost pained. Aegon would laugh at his brother's pathetic state if he did not understand what his brother felt. It had been too long since you were last spotted by the pair. But by the gods, could they hear you moving around or smell that sweet scent of yours, lingering in the halls, but no matter who they spoke to, no matter their method, you had just vanished into thin air, like a sweet dream that faded the fast one woke. “I know, brother. We should find something else to occupy our time,” Aegon said. He knew what the answer would be, and he agreed, but he had become frustrated in the same way he imagined his brother was. Aegon had been unable to finish, unable to reach his peak. He knew his brother was experiencing the same thing. Aegon pulled away sharply when his brother pulled his dagger from his pocket and charged at him, a crazed look in his eye; he dodged him, sliding back away from him, “It was only an offer, brother” Aegon said, as he rushed off to the stairs Aemond chasing after him, “Do not offer such a choice, brother” Aemond grunted.

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queenhunter102 · 12 days

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HOTD PART 8

Part 7

You feel hands gently cup your face, pulling you into a sitting position; you think your face grimaces, your eyes flickering a little from the sensations of pain flickering across your face.

You grumbled as you tried to pull away from the gentle hands causing you pain. The gentle voice, “Sh-Sh-Sh,” was enough to grant the instinctive need to pull away. You felt yourself getting lifted, your head finding its place on someone’s shoulder, and your brows furrowing.

It was a man. Was a man carrying you? You thought. You brought your face closer as you tried to figure out who was carrying you. You blink, but all you see is a flash of fabric before another ‘Shh’ comes, soothing you back with a gentle nudge as you are placed into a bed and a blanket is pulled over you.

Father? You thought as another gentle hand came and gently pulled your hair away from your face. “Gentle Wilding, gentle, no need to make your wounds worse,” the voice said. Your eyes closed again, and you fell asleep, only to stir at the feeling of damp cloth pressed into your skin.

You wake with a start; your breath is sharp and almost painful; two sets of hands reach out to stop you from moving off the bed, “Stop!” came a voice. “You have a serious injury to your head. Lay back down” You turn your head to find Carth, a bloody cloth in hand.

“Wilding, you must rest; I will not have you running around less competent than what is expected of you”, Taryn said, pushing you back down with a bit more force than Carth had.

You settle back into the bed, your eyes flitting between them. "Did I fall?" you ask, knowing it was a lie, your face scrunching a little from the sharp pain. Taryn sighed as he perched on your bed, gently fixing the thin blanket. "I am unsure; I found you unconscious on the stairs leading to the kitchen," he said.

Carth soaked the cloth before rinsing it and bringing it to your forehead, “There are some discoloured marks on your cheeks, as well as gashes; your face received the worst of it.” you made a noise of agreement before hissing when the cool cloth touched your forehead, it gently wiping the blood away. “Who called for you?” you asked as you grabbed Carth’s wrist, letting It slide up to his hand, gently pulling the cloth from his hand and using it to wipe the blood off your face gently. Taryn stood quickly from the bed. “How long will they be unable to work, Maester?” he asked, heading to the door and glancing over his shoulder. Carth looked up at Taryn. “A few days, if not perhaps a moon”, Taryn growled, stomping his feet a little, “Wilding, you will have those few days then you are back to work in the washrooms”, he said, before slamming the wooden door shut, you groan as you sink further into the straw mattress, you could feel it poking and prodding at the bandages on your back.

“I didn’t think I had hurt my back,” you say as you try to sit up again, but now, with Carth’s help, helping you to lean against the wall. "You had slid down the stairs, may that be to try and call for help or due to your body pulling to the floor, I can not say,” Carth says, gently taking your hands and undoing the bandages on them. “Now, little wildling, these seem to have no wounds. Did you not defend yourself?” he asked. You looked at him, and you mean you looked at him. He was tall, towering over most of the masters, and had short, deep black hair pulled back by a cloth. You had rarely seen it, but you thought it was beautiful in its natural state, tight curls that stretched. Carth gently shook you, bringing you back to the moment. “Little one, did you not defend yourself against your attacker?” he asked again; you shook your head, pursing your lips together. Why would I? It would only show them what they already believe of me, you think? Carth sighed, his jaw jutting out more than what you knew was typical of him. “Gods be damned, I should go to Lady Alicent and inform her that there is infighting with her servants.” He said through gritted teeth; you shook your head, “Why? It could make them more violent.” you grumbled; Carth stood and paced the room. “May I know their name? So I can alert the guards.” It had been days since Aemond had seen you; he had smelled you and heard your voice to the point that his mother had thought he was driven mad, especially when Aegon joined him in his wallowing, sitting with him in the dining hall. “Brother, where are they? Do you think they are hiding from us?” Aegon asked while he pushed his barely touched goblet around the table; Aemond shook his head. “I do not know. I have asked Taryn, but he does not know whom we speak of”, he said, as he rolled his shoulders; Aegon huffed, pushing himself to stand his chair scraping behind him. “I am sick of waiting; I wish to see them”, Aegon said, stomping his feet to the door, only stopping when he heard Aemond’s voice. “Where would we look first, brother?” he called; Aegon paused ‘Where would they look? Who would they speak to?’ Aegon marched back over to the table, leaning against it, watching Aemond. “What would you suggest, brother? Who would speak to?” As they walked the servant's halls, Aegon and Aemond looked like formidable pairs. Aemond looked beyond angry, and Aegon looked sulking behind him. They paused at the door they had been told was their favourite servant’s place of rest. “This is their room? Our byka genes remain here?” Aegon said, sounding disgusted. “They are servants. It is appropriate for their status,” Aemond responded. Before he gently knocked on the door, someone pulled it open. “Oh, Prince Aemond,” Aemond eyed the more petite servant, who had long blonde hair as yellow as the sun and thinner than he had expected. Aemond watched as the servant’s eyes flicked behind him to Aegon. “P-Prince Aegon, what can I do to serve you?” they ask, but Aegon barges past Aemond and the servant, pushing them against the door and into the room. “Brother, is there any need to be cruel to our servant?” Aemond says dryly before he follows after them.

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queenhunter102 · 14 days

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Apologies

Hey my little loves I apologise for the lateness of parts 16, 17, and 18. A few things have happened, and this has taken a backseat, but everything should be posted tomorrow if I can get my ducks in a row. I promise to keep you updated, talk soon my little loves. kisses

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queenhunter102 · 15 days

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Absolute random question

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queenhunter102 · 17 days

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PART 15

Part 14

You look up to find Simon and Johnny lifting Jenson up into the air, “What the fuck does this little runt think he’s doing” Johnny growled as he pinned Jenson to the hard tiled wall, while Simon dropped to his knees, pulling you in close, as he gently pulled your hair from your face.

“It’s alright, we got ya”, he said, the omega in you bristling at the touch; he shushed you, rubbing his thumbs into your cheeks, allowing you to adjust to him and his scent, “Come on, Ven”, he said, as he lifted you up a little, to allow him to rip off his t-shirt, and stuffing it into your hands.

“Take deep breaths, big breaths,” Simon said as he watched you inhale his scent deeply before gently picking you up. He froze a little when you growled at him. “Simon, give them a second,” Johnny said as he punched Jenson.

Johnny pauses for a second as he watches Jenson reel from the blow; Johnny tilts his head and smiles, his voice as sweet a pie, “Their omega is losing its mind, reeling from being abused to suddenly being pulled into safe arms”, he says, as Jenson tried to growl at him. Still, he was cut off by Johnny’s fist connecting with his jaw.

Simon hummed. The only thing that showed that he had heard Johnny was that Simon had waited until you had settled a little further and lifted you to his full height as he walked out of the shower block and past the lockers before pausing at the door.

He looked down at you and then at the door before walking to the lockers. Gently placing you down on a bench, he pulled the shirt you would wear out of the locker and handed it to you.

“You need to cover, Ven,” he says, quickly pulling the shirt over his head. You roll your shoulders as you try to stand, ready to toughen this out, but you quickly sit back down when a growl comes behind you. “Let him carry you, Ven,” Johnny barked.

Simon lifted his eyes to Johnny, eyeing him. “If they're ready to walk, let them,” Simon said. Coming to your defence, Johnny shook his head as he now dragged an unconscious Jenson out of the shower block.

“They are an Omega; they need protection”, Johnny bit back. You looked at him over your shoulder. One look and you knew that his Alpha had reached its breaking point.

Simon sighed as he helped you onto your feet, his grip a little tight, causing you to snap at him. Simon pulled back, and Johnny snapped at you, forcing you to growl.

“ALRIGHT! Johnny, drag that Runt to Captain, and I’ll take Ven to Doc,” Simon shouted as he gently guided you out of the room, hardly touching you, just using his arms to herd you out; Johnny grumbled about how you should be carried, about how you should be buried in their smell.

As Simon herded you to Med Bay, he snapped, growled, and threatened those who looked at your two without having to utter a single word. When you finally arrived at Med Bay, you found Gaz and Alejandro waiting for you.

“Ven, Hey,” Gaz said as he stood from his seat in the mini waiting room, giving Alejandro, who was daydreaming, a rough shake. You watched as Alejandro snapped out of it, bounced out of his seat, and approached you. “Hey you,” he said as he opened his hands to wrap you in a hug.

But he was quickly stopped by Gaz getting in between you and Simon, growling, “That’s not a good idea right now. They need to see Doc first, and then we can barricade them in our barracks,” Gaz said as he pushed Alejandro to the side, allowing Simon to shuffle you into Med-Bay to find Doc.

You could hear Alejandro argue with Gaz about this, about you, asking if it was really safe to have something like you on base while Alpha's like Jenson and Wells ran around freely.

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queenhunter102 · 17 days

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Updating the Lore post

Hello, my little loves. I'm updating the Lore post. Is there anything you'd like me to explain? If so? you know what to do. I will be explicitly updating the following: - the pheromone controls (i.e., the patch, the shot, etc.) with a pros and cons list - as well as giving a more detailed outlook on the laws, While I will be adding: - a bit of history of what the world was like before. - Omega Biology and Dynamics - Supportive Resources and Services - Public Education and Awareness - Implementation and Monitoring - International Perspectives Talk soon, my little loves. Kisses.

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queenhunter102 · 18 days

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PART 14

Part 13 Part 15

Okay, Slight content warning: Our lovely reader gets attacked, and there is talk of SA (BUT IT NEVER HAPPENS, just more like a villain monologue of what they want to do to our poor Venom), plus Fighting.

You and the boys spent the better half of two weeks on base with no mission to complete, not that you minded; it meant that you could settle in without being gone from your heaven for too long.

Which was always preferable, but you could see the tension start to wear the team out; you knew that alphas need a few things in life to be able to function: 1) have an Omega, 2) have some form of pack relation, and 3) they needed to relieve their aggression.

Now, here you were, running around the training field as you dodged every swing, kick, and punch, jumped over stray limbs, and deflected blades.

You yelp when a strong hand pulls you down to the floor, the left side of your body taking the brunt of the fall; you start kicking wildly at the hand that drags you through the slough of bodies that fought over you.

You pause mid-kick. As a whistle blows, the hand lets go before the bodies over you pull apart, letting you roll onto your back comfortably.

“Damn Venom, any need to try and break m’a wrist” came the gruff voice. You saw Simon gently rubbing his wrist from your repeated stomping. “I’d rather take their stomps over your punches” That came from Gaz rubbing his jaw.

“Alright, Alright, you little fucks, shower and hit Medbay; I don’t need Doc giving me a lecture,” John said as he helped you up, you grunted as you twisted yourself side to side, trying to relieve some pressure off your back.

The boys collectively groaned. “Oh, come on, Cap. Do we HAVE to go see Doc?” Johnny said as he threw one arm over your shoulder, leaning onto you. John only lifted a brow before Johnny grunted and pulled you towards the showers.

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You sigh as you walk out of the shower, gently rubbing your face from the water; as you stumble your way to the sink, ready to brush your hair, you wipe the mirror with your towel, rubbing away the steam from the shower when you pause…

Seeing a flash of black flitter behind you, your eyes scanning the mirror and the contents of the background, all that stood behind you were lockers and not big ones either, small lockers you would find in a gym big enough to hold your essentials and nothing more.

Look yourself in the eyes. “It’s nothing. Captain Wells wouldn’t be stupid enough to try you in the bathroom,” you mutter to yourself as you gently try and dry off the ends of your hair in the towel before you hear it…

Soft, light, and gentle breathing, like they were trying hard not to be seen, but it was there, and most definitely male. You continued to dry your hair, letting your eyes lazily scan the bathroom again, trying to identify where the breathing was coming from.

When you finished with your hair, you brushed and pulled it back, letting the towel around your shoulders, before walking over to the lockers and pulling out your clothes; you quickly pulled your underwear and trousers on before you heard it…

Something dropping down, you froze a little, keeping your back to the sound, letting whoever it was thought that they had the drop on you; before you reached into your locker again, reaching for your gun, you felt something hard Press into the back of your head, cold and solid.

“Put your hands up, Knot-Tease,” the voice said. You slowly raised your hands, “A-Alright, there’s no need to get violent”, you say, trying to figure out who held you at gunpoint, “I am so sick and tired of your slick holes and your rights”, he growled, as he gripped your wrists and dragged you away from the lockers.

You kick and scream, only for it to be cut off by a sharp, painful hit to the head. “Oh shut up, I want my fine first before you lose”, he says as he pulls you to the showers. You reel back from the pain as you try and turn your head up to your attacker, your NBOC Captain’s words ringing in your ears. ‘If you can’t see your face, you will likely see the next sunrise’ You barely catch a glimpse, but you make it out to be Jenson.

You try and wriggle your way out of his grip, but the attempt is followed by a swift hit to the back of your head, your vision suddenly going dark.

You gasp back into reality when cold water hits your face, your vision is blurry, and your eyes seem to be sensitive to the light as you roll away from the attacker on the cold, hard tile, only to find Jenson smiling down at you.

“Now, aren’t you a sweet little thing? I wonder what your slick hole will feel like,” he says as he drops down into a crouching position in front of you, “Hmm…I always wonder if prissy fuckers like you are even pure,” He says as he reaches his hand out towards you, only to be rewarded by you snapping your teeth at his fingers. He growled as he snapped his hand back.

He was quick to hit the button on the shower, spraying you with the same cold water that shocked you awake “Listen here, you slicker, You're going to take me like the fucker you are, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t pass you around, to my friends” he says, as he gives you a sharp kick to your stomach.

He laughed as his hands went to your wet trousers, pulling at the buttons only for him to be ripped away and a growl so loud you thought it was going shake the tiles loose.

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queenhunter102 · 19 days

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part 13

Part 12 Part 14

Johnny sighed as he slumped into a chair next to Simon. “How are we still without a mission?” he grumbled, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Tell me about it,” Gaz says, slouching his arms onto his thighs, his shoulders slumping forward, a bottle of water hanging between his thighs. “I can feel my Alpha become shifty,” he says as he watches you enter the room.

“Is this not normal?” you ask as you sit beside Gaz. “Hardly. We’re usually on a mission by now,” Simon says, his knuckles going white from grabbing the arm of the chair. John sighed as he leaned against the wall of the standard room.

“Hardly, Wells may not have sway over us as a team, but he does have sway with who gets what missions and when,” John grumbled, scratching his beard. Ven, "How’s your sleep since staying in our barracks?” Johnny asked. You froze a little. 'How had you slept? Better than normal, that’s for sure,’ you shrugged.

“Fine, how have your Alphas been with an Omega in the room?” you say, deflecting away from you. It was a fair question. They took turns staying awake over the last few nights, making sure Captain Wells or any of his boys tried anything.

Simon shrugged. “I haven’t had any problems” Gaz and Johnny nodded, agreeing with them, but Alejandro pursed his lips. “It’s not a problem per se, but more of a want to smother you in my scent,” he said, flicking Gaz’s shoulder and hand out for the water bottle.

Gaz grumbled as he passed the bottle to Alejandro. You nodded your head as you tilted your head up to the ceiling. “I’ll take that over being bred any day of the week,” you said. Alejandro nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll take it over the need to rut,” he said, shivering a little.

“So is no one going to ask why Captain Wells knew they were from MI5, or are we just going to skate past it?” Simon said, cracking his neck. The room turned silent as their eyes flicked from you to Simon and then to John, rinse and repeat.

“That is a damn fine question,” Gaz said as he now turned his full attention to John, “Do you know?” he asked; John shrugged as he preached on the arm of the couch next to Johnny, “I don’t know, Like I said he decides who gets what missions and when so maybe he got a hold of their file before I did?” John offered.

You shook your head. “No one should have been able to see my file unless I was going to be under their command”, you say, your face scrunching as you tried to think; Alejandro tilted his head side to side. “Maybe you were originally supposed to go with his team?” he said, sipping the water bottle. You nodded your head in agreement. “Possibly, but I don’t get why that would stick out, you know," you said; what you really wanted to know was whether he had your NBOC file and your MI5 file.

You could practically hear Johnny’s teeth grate together. “I don’t like the fact he knows so much about them,” he says, his shoulder tensing. Gaz’s eyebrows lifted briefly in agreement.

You let your eyes drift around the common room, wondering of a way to get them to stop talking about you, when Johnny’s dog tag came into your head, the bright orange and blue vivid in your head, “Johnny, how did you get what every company it was to send you custom tags” you ask quickly hoping to distract them.

The boys collectively groaned as Johnny turned to you with a shit-eating grin, “Well, Ven, it all started in Basic Training”, he said…..

You regretted ever asking Johnny about his stupid tags. As you listened to him ramble on about how he got those custom tags, you blinked slowly, trying to keep yourself awake. You had brought this torture upon yourself, and you were going to see it through.

You could hear Simon softly snoring away on the couch, his head resting on his arms, while Gaz had his eyes closed, lightly banging his head off the back of the couch while Alejandro lightly thumped his fist on his leg while trying to be anywhere else in his own head and John, the Captain, YOUR Captain, well he was stood behind Johnny sending you a hate-filled look that said ‘you JUST had to ask didn’t you.’

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queenhunter102 · 19 days

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WHO IS READY!

Officially, Part 13 of COD drops tomorrow at 8am UK time (Which is like 3am for most of my American audience). I promise things will start to pick up from here. (Considering that Things have been incredibly slow in this story) Anyway Love ya, talk soon

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queenhunter102 · 21 days

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Master list

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CALL OF DUTY

Our Omega PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10 PART 11 PART 12

Lore page

CHRISTMAS TIES - CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE, JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY.

CAPTAIN'S COUCH SNEAK PEEK OF NSFW - HERE

The 141-task force decided to get married. (Civilian) - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Buying a house/flat with you for the first time - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Getting you alone on your wedding night - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

The picture they use to show you off on base - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

First date - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

NSFW Links (My written work) - Simon, Johnny, Kyle, John

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Master list

(This is how I see the boys looking at you Aemond's eyes lazily following you around, not really giving anything away unless you look real close, while Aegon's face just gives him away, like his whole face is following you, smiling like a twat)

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - Aegon and Aemond.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Nsfw - GN!reader | Male!reader | Fem!reader

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queenhunter102 · 21 days

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HEY!

Hello, my little loves, how are we? Everything is set and ready for the 8th and the 15th (I hope you are as excited as I am for the drops). Remember, if you want to be tagged, you know where to look (I.E., here). So talk soon my little loves.

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queenhunter102 · 27 days

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John Price Silly thought

Hello, my little loves. How are we? Before we begin, this is a silly thought—nothing too drastic. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Don't forget to Reblog and comment, alright? I love to hear and see from you, as many of you sit and wait for the following drops of the parts/chapters of my two stories. And remember, my loves, I am more than happy to write your requests if you have them. alright, talk soon, my little loves. I'm warning you that this may be a little NSFW, as it talks about the adult industry! Ok? just a warning before I begin.

ANYWAY

I've seen a lot of Simon as a porn star as well as Johnny, but what about Price? Like hello?

That man depending on how you think of him, is either the sweetest man alive or the meanest, most vicious man alive in his pornos, like come on!

I could see him having a long veiny cock that is a little fat at the bottom and can be like super sensitive…(I could say more, but that's for another silly thought)

Depending on how the first meeting with him may determine how he treats you in the video if you come in all haughty and arrogant, he will knock you down SEVERAL pegs, and I do mean SEVERAL! Like he will ruin you even if that meant going off script and pissing off his director, like him making your ass red, leaving bruises and bites, little beard burns everywhere (Like he means to make it the roughest sex you would ever have)

Now, if you were as sweet as pie? So kind and almost wide-eyed in the first meeting, I could see him being so kind, almost like you would expect a boyfriend to be: gentle caresses, sweet words, soothing strokes, gentle kisses. I could see him bending over backwards to adore you on camera, almost showing you off.

But I can also see him, probably by 2016, retiring, still kicking about here and there, making the pairings and the writings.

But I imagine a series of videos of him getting leaked of him talking some newbies through their first scene, or 'Correcting' their positions and such, that brings him back into the spotlight, every one failing in love with a side of him, this now sweet older man, who takes excellent care of his stars.

But what throws him back into the spotlight, making him front page news everywhere on most news sources, is a clip of him going viral because someone refused to take the word no. The picture used most was a screenshot of his fist blurry as he swung.

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queenhunter102 · 29 days

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The Cod boys in my AU

Simon 'Ghost' Riley In my AU I see Si, as being big and burly like, he is all beefy and hairy and just...everything but he's not like just ripped hes like fatty ripped (If that makes sense) and it just adds to the intimation factor, just this giant beefy man. And he's obviously a lean mean killing machine, but he's not that intimidating off the field, he's still distant and witty, but not all glares and growls. He knows more on things he shouldn't like NBOC. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Now Kyle is different, he's a lot smaller than what Simon is and is also significantly less hairy, think of him like twink sized (Stereo-typically) like he's still got that beef, but not as much as the Simon and he takes extra care with his body hair. Now Gaz is the most informed about Omegas (Considering his brother is an Omega) So he has better understanding of how omega's act in society, as well as the after effect of laws. Johnny 'Soap' McTavish Johnny our boy, our favorite Scot, He's physically a lot more narrow and lean that both Simon and Kyle, he's got them abs still, there not super defined but still got that line down the middle now the hair on his body is wild compared to Kyle but significantly better kept than Simons. Now Johnny didn't grow up with much interactions with Omega's coming from an Alpha only pack, but his parents where major politicians in bring change to the health, welfare and survival of Omegas, after the Omega scare in the early 2000's, and due to him still being too young he doesn't remember too much what it was like. Alejandro Vargas Alejandro is like the happy medium of the group, he's not too narrow like Johnny, but more defined than Kyle and can certainly pack on the beef if he wanted to match with Simon. But he likes to keep himself in the middle like a way to balance out the group and he keeps himself practically hairless, not liking the feeling of having the smell of sweat, dirt and grime stick to him for too long and knowing that hair can trap that too him? yeah he shaves it, he used to wax it but he got the piss taken out of him for waxing like an Omega... Now Alejandro comes from a pack much like Kyle and Johnny, one where Omegas where treated like they were royalty so coming into a society that deemed them worse than the shit they scrape off the bottom of their shoe was a COMPLETE culture shock for our sweet man. "Like what do you mean, your no means nothing?" But he does remember during his time about certain laws coming into place and the outrage from other alpha's concerned that they would't have round the clock access. Captain John Price John Price the father of the team and the father in our lives, this man has for lack of a better word let himself go but not completely, he still does his daily workouts but they are not as intense as the rest of the team is, they are far more light, more just to keep that damnable belly from growing. Since he stopped going into the field that often he didn't feel like it was that necessary don't get me wrong he will drop kick if he has too, now that body hair is Wild and I do mean WILD, like some of that shit has matted.

I feel like he doesn't care about it because it is hidden under his uniform and as long as A) It doesn't get in his way and B) Doesn't make him look like a bag of mince, he doesn't care too much, hence why his beard is always in some form clean and well maintained. Now John to me, is a fair bit older than the rest of the boys, meaning that he has seen a lot more, he KNOWS what it was like before the laws came into place, he KNOWS that Britain was lawless and vicious to everyone that wasn't an Alpha and that included it's own, he remembers what it was like for those poor male Omegas, he remembers the locker abuse those poor Omegas getting in the 'family way', he remembers the screaming the crying... He remembers the outrage of Alpha's when Omegas gained rights, he remembered watching in the news the break ins, the attacks, the beatings, he remembers every last detail, he remembers that gory world that is not so different not so distant to the world his new member has managed to emerge from, his only hope is to teach them how to survive without him.

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