#NOT TO SAY I ATE THE SOAP BUT LIKE YOU CAN SMELL IT SO MUCH U START TASTING IT

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OMEGAVERSE 141 MY BELOVED OH GOD IM GONNA THINK ABT UR WRITING ALL DAY

I do love this idea, so glad everyone enjoys this too!

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Four: The First Heat)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Heat cycles, Comfort, SoapGaz, Slowburn

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Your heat hits hard

It's not as bad as the one that nearly killed you, but to say it's uncomfortable would be an understatement

You don't notice it at first. You feel off, sure, but everyone has off days. You assume you just ate something bad at breakfast, shrug, and try to move on

As the day progresses you begin to wonder if you're coming down with something. You're parched, too warm, a little shaky. You think maybe it's a cold, that you'll just sleep it off

It isn't until you run into Price later that day that you realize

The scent of an alpha that's scent marked you in the past to help keep other away wafts across your senses, and before you can blink-

It sends you to your knees

Price is alarmed, and reaches for you, before he realizes exactly what's mixed in with your scent. You see his pupils dilatate, see his throat bob as he swallows, but he manages to haul you upwards and slowly helps you to your room

You're sluggish and hazy eyed by the time you get there, leaning your weight onto him fully as your legs refuse to cooperate. You try to apologize, and Price reminds you there's no need, that you can't help it, that he'll make sure you're safely put away

Yet he merely dumps you in your room and extracts himself before he can have a change of heart, quickly texts the others to inform them of the situation

You barely make it into bed, exhausted, feverish, muscles and joints aching. It doesn't take long for you to pass out

When you wake up, it's dark outside, your room is dim, and you feel damp, gross with sweat. Yet there's a little message on your phone from Gaz, letting you know there's a care package for you right outside the door

You manage to crawl over, open the door just enough to slide the box in. Your back presses to the door as you sit on the floor, eyeing the contents

Snacks, water, hygiene items, a little soap bar where someone has taken a blade to redundantly carve the word 'soap' into it, and a black dark hoodie with a scent so heavy that when you hold it to your face you moan.

You notice neither alphas has come to offer their assistance, and for that you're both glad and a little lonely about. The thought is shaken away as you stumble towards the shower, clean off, slide the hoodie on, eat and hydrate, and collapse back into bed

Maybe it won't be a bad heat, you think

You wake up and your world is on fire

There's only hot air as you gasp awake, clawing at your blanket, drenched in sweat, sheets soaked. Your skin itches, and you pull off the hoodie just to get a cool reprieve, only to drag it back on when the ache between your thighs clenches painfully

It feels like you're drowning, like your veins are molten, like you can barely breathe

And between your legs is a searing, pulsing emptiness that makes you clench around nothing, has you buck and gasp and whine in search of reprieve. Yet there's nothing to help. Not even the touch of your scent marked pillow, not even the smell of Ghost's hoodie or water or food

You manage to fumble for your phone, reach and text one single line

"He lp"

It's the middle of the night, you think they aren't awake, and after a few minutes you decide to fix this yourself, pulling yourself from bed towards a cold shower

You don't get far, legs collapsing under you the moment you stand. It's so much, and try as you may you can't seem to drag yourself very far, crying out in frustration and resorting to hauling a blanket from bed to curl on the floor

It's how Soap finds you, curled up and writhing in pain. You see his face float into view, ashen with concern, and still dressed in his sleeping clothes. You take one inhale and whine, arch your neck submissively because he smells faintly like Ghost, like Alpha.

It doesn't take long for him to help you into the bathroom, stick you in the shower with all your clothes on, and turn on the coldest water you can manage

"Yer burning up, hen'." He mutters, eyes cloudy with worry, a hand placed to your forehead. "Need tae cool you down."

He vanishes for a moment, and you whine until he comes back with a clean set of clothes

"Can you get dressed by yourself?" He asks, and you consider, shake your head

Soap is nothing less than a gentleman despite the fact he's already seen you naked before, manages to fumble you dry and get you into fresh clothes before helping you back into your room

It's there that you find Gaz, in the midst of changing your sweat damp sheets, bleary eyed but offering you a smile

You're considerably more relaxed by the time the two sergeants have you fed and hydrated, finally curled up between the both of them on your cot

They're soaked in Price and Ghost's scents, and it's enough to make the need between your thighs relax just enough for you to go limp between them

Your head is cloudy with lust, with need, swimming with low pulsing desire at bodies pressing into you on either side smelling like alpha

It makes you hiccup, tears forming in your eyes at wanting, needing, hoping for them as your blood thrums too warm in your veins, and your voice chokes on their names as if somehow you can summon them the quell the ache

You know, in some distant, logical part of your brain, that Price and Ghost are being more than decent about this, that even if you asked in this state they'd refuse you until your mind is clear

It doesn't stop you from being a whiny, needy, horny mess between the two men that smell like them. Your hips jerk automatically, seeking friction, even as a hand kneads the small of your back to try and soothe you into keeping still. it has the entirely opposite effect, makes your fangs pop out and a low, heady moan tumble past your lips

It aches

Yet then a large, firm hand grasps onto your nape, and you suck in an unsteady breath as someone who smells like an alpha scruffs you, making you automatically go limp and still

"Good omega." Soap purrs in your ear, and you shudder, whine, but remain pliant in his grip, wet eyelashes fluttering as a heavy fog of sleep descends upon you once more, safe in the arms of the two men you trust the most to keep you like this

[kazvha]

WHAT THE GENSHIN BOYS SMELL LIKE

Including: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Freminet, Gaming, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli

Notes: These are just personal headcanons, don't take these too seriously🥴 Enjoy!!💛

ALBEDO

• I think he smells like nothing most of the time

• You only feel cold air when you stand next to him because he's in Dragonspine a lot

• Subtle notes of charcoal which he uses as an art tool or of strong chemicals cling onto him on some days

ALHAITHAM

• I also don't think he smells like anything on most days, maybe only like the fresh clothes he's wearing

• Though he has a faint scent of coconut to him. It could be the shampoo or the skin care products he's using, but it's mostly because of his body lotion

AYATO

• His hair always smells like the shampoo he uses. So sugary and sweet, like vanilla cake or bubblegum

• But for his body and clothes he uses expensive clean and powdery fragrances

• Quite the combo, I must say💀 Strange, just like his taste in food

BAIZHU

• Smells like expensive bar soap. A mix of aloe vera and ginger

• Also smells kinda sour because of the herbs he works with

CYNO

• Smells like pure white musk which smells great

• But it can be quite intense on some days when he decides to go overboard with his sprays

• He's sweating at the end of the day but the smell is subtle

DAINSLEIF

• He smells like the environment he was in. Often it's nature. Every now and then he smells like the rain too

• Also smells kinda dusty, like that basement smell you know? People either love it or hate it.

DILUC

• He smells warm and homely. Notes of cedar, sandalwood, or cinnamon

• But you'd have to stand really close to him to smell anything, his coat kinda dulls the scent

• Of course, he always smells like the vineyard and grapes during the harvest

FREMINET

• Smells fresh like bar soap. It's almost unnoticeable. It has a light scent of baby powder

• His clothes smell like chamomile because of the fabric softener he uses

GAMING

• This fella smells like cocoa butter because he uses it as body lotion

• I can also imagine that he carries an aroma of caramel/burnt sugar

• Bro eats so much dim sum, he often smells like the food he ate

GOROU

• I don't think he has a particular scent

• But his home/room smells like cinnamon, cloves, and oranges. The scent kinda rubs off on him

HEIZOU

• He wears body mists with floral notes. His favorites are maybe roses, lavender, or honeysuckle

• He likes to keep a little lavender sachet in his closet, so his clothes also smell like flowers

ITTO

• Idk, he probably smells like someone who's outside a lot. He has that outside smell, you know what I mean?

• He probably wears a musky fragrance, but it usually mixes with his sweat

KAEYA

• My bro is using all sorts of Arabian oils and fragrances. He has some with the notes of oud, musk, amber, and much more. Kaeya has a whole collection

• He smells divine and he knows it because people compliment him every day

• But like Venti, he drinks a lot, so his scent mixes with the wine odor

KAVEH

• Kaveh likes to wear fruity, tropical fragrances because he's always craving chilled fruits, especially on days that are hotter than usual.

• They also remind him of the days on which he sat in front of his house with his parents and ate watermelons

• Also has an alcohol odor sometimes like his fellas in Mondstadt

KAZUHA

• He uses a fabric softener because he likes his clothes to be extra comfortable. That's why he often smells like fresh laundry

• Because he spends a lot of his free time in nature, he probably also smells like grass or firewood

LYNEY

• Berries. He always smells like berries.

• He won't tell you what his secret is

• You guess every product he uses has the scent of berries. His bodywash, his shampoo, his body lotion, his deodorant, his fabric softener, the candle in his room, his lip balm, etc. Even his toothpaste...

NEUVILLETTE

• This sir smells like the ocean. Like the sea breeze. Like water itself.

• Yeah, he likes expensive-smelling aquatic colognes. Though occasionally he also uses citrusy perfumes

TARTAGLIA

• Something tells me that he either smells like expensive aquatic fragrances

• Or he smells like an old lady mixed with the aroma of nature, grass, firewood, animals, etc.

THOMA

• He probably likes to wear sweet scents like tonka bean and honey

• Or even perfumes with fruity notes like peach or pear

TIGHNARI

• You can't tell me this guy doesn't smell like herbs, plants, flowers and stuff

• Idk, when I think of him I think of eucalyptus

VENTI

• He would smell quite fresh and idk, breezy?

• Like a fresh breath of air in spring if you know what I mean

• But since he's drunk most of the time the overbearing odor of wine sticks to him

WANDERER

• Nahida gifted him a citrus perfume and he has been using it ever since

• He likes bitter smells too, so he bought himself bitter perfumes with bergamot, bitter orange, and grapefruit notes

WRIOTHESLEY

• I think he wears a perfume which has woody, earthy notes. Sometimes he has a fresh minty smell to him too

• When he fights the scents obviously mix with his sweat

• I also think a light scent of motor oil sticks to him

XIAO

• Most of the days he smells literally like nothing, or sweat. It's not overbearing though

• But there are some days on which he smells super sweet, like vanilla, cotton candy, a baked treat or something

• It's either because he ate those things or because he has body sprays with these scents. He won't tell you

ZHONGLI

• If you're standing close to him, you'll smell his pleasant cologne scent

• It could be musky or woody, but he usually wears floral scents like osmanthus

• His scent mixes with the aroma of tea leaves or herbs which he gets from wandering in the market and drinking tea the whole day

[miniwheat77]

Lust. (141 x Reader.)

The gang bang version to this is here

!CW! NSFW, Smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, porn without plot, read at your own risk. (Lemme know if I missed any.)

(Summary): After a hard mission, task force 141 has to find creative ways to relieve tension.

This was a requested story, you can find the ask here

The small room everyone was in was filled with the smell of rotting wood and dust. Everyone was covered in dirt and sweat, a little dried blood.

“Exfil can’t get to us until morning, settle in.”

Those were your Captain’s instruction, so everyone did. You took up one small corner of the room you were in. The house you were in was in the middle of the desert, the furthest thing away from any threats. Most of the house was leaky and some parts of the roof had caved in, leaving the entire task force to one room. There was an old couch, and everyone had set up around you, almost in a circle. All you had was a sleeping bag and an emergency blanket for comfort so you laid them both out. It was still too warm so you were sitting on top of it. You tried getting comfortable but it was a little hard. Everyone had a couple emergency MRE’s and first aid kits. You tended to your wounds, patched up, and ate one of the MRE’s.

“I don’t have sweats or extra clothes in my bag so you’ll all just have to be okay with me sleeping in my boxers.” Soap calls out.

“That’s fine, no one cares.” You call out. “Use a buddy system if you have to go outside to relieve yourself or for any other reason.” Your captain calls. He’s laying on his own sleeping bag a couple feet from you. Soap starts removing his clothes, tucking them near his bag and laying down. The room fills with an awkward silence and everyone shifts uncomfortably. It was clear no one would be getting much rest. A deep sigh brings everyone out of their own thoughts. “Maybe we should do something. Like.. play a game.” Soap says. “What, like one of those ridiculous games you played in grade school?” You laugh. “You got any better ideas?” Soap rolls his eyes. “Not really. I’m in.” You shrug. 

“Truth or dare?”

“Can’t really do many dares, Soap.” You laugh. He smiles. “Alright alright, truth or truth?” You laugh, sitting up in your sleeping bag. Everyone follows suit. “I think I seen some old bottles of vodka in the kitchen. Maybe we can do a drinking game like never have I ever.” Gaz suggests. You nod your head, standing up. “Captain could probably pick out good liquor. He’d be able to tell which is good to drink and what’s bad.” You smile. “Damn right little lady.” John pushes past you, you follow him into the dingy kitchen and he opens up a couple cupboards, finding 2 unopened bottles of liquor. Gin and Vodka. “Alright. We’ll just pass around the bottle.” You nod your head. “Before we start I’m ditching my clothes too.” You complain. They were dirty and had blood all over them. “Yeah me too.” Gaz complains. Pretty soon everyone is just sitting in their undergarments. Most of you were pretty beat up. Bandages and cuts and bruises all over.

Each of you form a circle and John picks up a bottle.

“Alright so.. if you don’t already know, never have I ever works like this. Someone asks a question, and if you’ve done it, you drink, if you haven’t, you don’t.” You explain. Everyone nods.

“Alright, I’ll go first. A warm up question.” Gaz sits up. “Never have I ever… been stuck in a dingy house in the middle of a desert.”

Each of you pass around the bottles of liquor.

“Bloody hell that is shite.” Captain Price flinches. He lowers the bottle of gin from his lips and shivers. “Steamin Jesus that is horrible.” Soap laughs, passing the bottle of vodka to you. You take it, tipping it back. Flinching as you set it down. “Alright. Soap, your turn.” Soap laughs. “Alright uh..” he pauses, thinking to himself. “Never have I ever gotten into a fight.”

Everyone passes around the bottles again.

This goes on for a few more times and everyone is starting to feel buzzed, loosening up. “Okay, Y/N.”

“Never have I ever had a dirty dream about someone in this room.” You smile. “Ooooh. That’s a good one.” Gaz laughs. Your captain, Soap, and Ghost each take a drink.

The game goes on like this until most of the liquor is gone. Everyone settling into their own little worlds. Playing on their phones, reading. Or just relaxing. The same tension is still thick in the room, everyone can read it. “Alright. I hate this. Let’s try something else.” Your captain says, sitting up. “What do you mean?” Gaz laughs, taking a breath. “I was thinking we find another way to relieve some tension.”

“What, a gang bang?” Gaz jokes. “Hate to break it to you cap, but I don’t think poor Y/N could handle that.” Your mouth props open and your cheeks burn. “I like your taste Garrick, but that’s not what I meant. I mean.. similar. But.. less hands on.” Ghost pulls off his mask, this wasn’t the first time you’d each seen his face. “Are you suggesting we.. touch ourselves?” Soap asks. John nods his head. Everyone steals glances at each other. “If everyone is okay with it, I suppose.” Everyone makes a silent agreement and relax into their sleeping bags. You swallow hard, seeing each of them release their throbbing cocks from their refinement. You play with your fingers, hiding the fact that your cotton panties are soaked in arousal. “You alright lass?” Soap laughs. His hand is already pumping the shaft of his cock. “Uh.. y-yeah. I just..” you pause. “It’s okay to be nervous sweetheart.” Gaz breathes. By now, even Ghost has shed his boxers. You’re the only one still wearing any clothing.

“Let us guide you yeah? No need to be nervous.” Your captain smiles. He’s closest to you, so he moves himself near you. “May I?” He asks, fingertips moving toward your panties. You nod your head. He grasps them, sliding them down your legs. “You touch yourself before?” He asks. You nod your head skeptically. He smiles. “S’alright. Just pretend like the room is empty yeah? You don’t have to if you don’t want to though.” You nod your head. He moves back to his sleeping bag, starting to glide his own hand over his cock. “Start slow.” Simon is looking you in the eyes as he pumps his cock slowly. You nod your head, fingers skeptically gliding along your stomach. “Rub small circles over your clit. You can slide lower if it’ll help.” You’re surprised how vocal Simon is to you. But he can see how nervous you are. You start slow like he said, body relaxing as you spread your legs further. When you look up, you can see that each of their eyes are fixed on you, making you a little self conscious, crimson creeping up your cheeks. You need to relax, so you let their small groans egg you on. Your fingers dip inside of your soaking hole, a collection of moans filling the room as you do. Simon spits into his hand, the squelch of it drawing moans from your mouth.

“Fuck.. so pretty.” Soap gasps, eyes on you. You’re breathing hard, your free hand moving to rub at your clit. Simon tilts his head back against the wall he’s leaning up against, a groan leaving his lips. Soap is leaning up against the couch, thumb gliding over the tip of his cock to gather the precum from the tip. Gaz watches you intently, hips bucking with each jerk of his hand. Your captain has his eyes on you as well. Hand working up his cock steadily. He keeps the same pace, stomach clenching up. A mewl falls from your lips and your body starts to shake slightly, a chuckle falling from each of their lips. “So eager to cum.” Gaz laughs. “Yeah she is. S’quite the sight.” Simon let’s out a deep chuckle. “Relax Y/N. No need to rush.” You try to let their voices soothe you, slowing your movements. “Slow down, try curling your fingers.” Soap instructs.

“Ah- like this Johnny?” You whimper. The way his name rolls off of your lips has his dick jumping in his hand. “Yeah sweetheart. Just like that.” He growls. His eyes are burning into you, you’ve collected the stares of each of them as you bury your fingers into your wet cunt. “Regretting not taking Garricks gang bang idea.” John chuckles, drawing small laughs from everyone in the room except for you. You’re too focused on the way your fingers are moving into yourself. “Almost busted when she said my name like that.” Soap laughs. Hand still steadily stroking his cock. Simon laughs, adjusting his position. “Y/N, you feeling good sweetheart?” He tests the waters, trying to get you to say his name. “Y-yeah. Feels so good Simon.” You pant, He raises his eyebrows slightly, groaning out. Soap chuckling when he catches onto what he’s doing. “Fuck that’s hot.” Simon groans.

Your moans are getting louder, unsteady. Your fingers are working at your pussy faster than before. You were getting close, they could tell. “S’alright love. You can cum for us. Show us what a good girl you’ve been yeah?” John breathes. Your chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate and you’re working at your clit with your free hand, a mewl leaving your lips as you buck your hips into your hand. “Ah- I- I’m-“ you can’t finish your sentence, a cry leaving your lips as you reach your high, soaking your hand and your emergency blanket beneath you. Moans still spilling from your blushing lips. “Oh fuck-“ Gaz groans. He’s the first of the men to reach his own high, ropes of cum spilling from his cock and coating his front. He jerks himself off faster than he intends, bucking his hips as he pumps himself through his high. He relaxes, head tilting back as he pants, coming down from his high. Soap is next. Unsteady pants, each louder than the last as he finishes up his own front, he’s a lot more vocal than Gaz, groaning out as he finishes. “Fuck!” He gasps. Relaxing back into the couch. Your eyes draw from Soap to your Captain, hearing him moan out. He reaches his high, gritted teeth holding back the moans that desperately want to leave his lips. His cock throbs against his hand with each spurt of his cum that covers his thighs and stomach. “Fucking hell-“ he gasps.

Finally, eyes fixed on Simon as he pumps his cock. Your clit is still throbbing as you stare, watching the cum spill from the tip of his cock. His head is tilted back and you’re watching as his adams apple bobs as he swallows back the whimpers he’d usually let out. He hisses as his hips jump, finishing up his front.

Each of you relax into yourselves, the room feeling hot and thick with arousal. Nobody says anything as each of you clean up, settling into your makeshift beds for the night. The silence is a comfortable silence, and everyone seems much more relaxed than before, leaving your captain feeling better about the welfare of his team. Each of you fall asleep with no words exchanged, and every single one of you had a new secret to take to the grave.

Or maybe, another game of never have I ever.

[taytrashmouth]

HIII!!!! could u do prompt 1 w peeta I think it would fit his character so well bc he’s actually the sweetest boy ever (also I love ur pfp robin lovers rise!!)

It so would!!!! Okay I love this!

Omg thank you! Robin slays- we should have a club…

Prompt 1: you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you

I hope you enjoy! This is just tooth rotting fluff.

Roses and kisses

Peeta Mellark x reader

Peeta was the perfect boyfriend. You realised this really early on in your relationship.

When you mentioned that you liked the smell of roses, the next day he was in your front yard planting rose bushes. You almost cried when you found out he came over every morning to trim, care for and water them.

You often visited him in the victors village, and today was a short, but difficult walk there. You were having the worst cramps which you mentioned to Peeta this morning when he tended to your roses.

“Peeta!” You called as you entered his home.

“Upstairs bathroom!” He yelled back and you began to walk upstairs.

When you turned into the room tears immediately filled your eyes. He had run you a bath, with rose petals floating in the water.

“Peeta-“ you could barely say anything.

“You said you had cramps…and I don’t know much about that stuff but I asked Katniss and she said heat helped sometimes so I ran you a bath.” He explained, completely oblivious to how perfect he was.

When you first started dating Peeta you were worried because of how the Capitol made it seem like he and Katniss had something going. But how could you be, he was so loyal and trustworthy.

“Thank you.” Tears fell from your eyes, more emotional today than any other.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, laced with concern.

“No no! Peeta…it’s perfect, you’re perfect. It’s just so nice and nobody has ever done something so sweet for me before.” You explained.

“Hey it’s okay.” He held you so tightly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. He didn’t mind if you cried on his shirt or were emotional. He was there for you.

“Well I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled.

“No…you don’t have to leave.” You blurted out.

He nodded.

“I won’t look.” He stated as you pulled at the hem of your shirt. He looked at his feet while you got undressed. You hadn’t gotten there yet.

“I don’t mind if you look, Peeta.” You told him, his slowly raised his gaze. His eyes did a quick search of your naked body but they locked onto your eyes. It was small gestures like that, the ones he didn’t even know he was doing.

“Probably shouldn’t do this today.” Gesturing to yourself. “I’m all bloated and gross-“ you tried to explain.

“You’re so beautiful n/n” he stated just above a whisper. He was the only one that called you n/n. You smiled softly. How did you get so lucky.

You climbed in the bath, the water was so warm and soothing.

You spoke for a while, before Peeta offered to wash your hair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ he was nervous. “I want to.” You replied with a smile.

He massaged your head to gently, making sure soap didn’t go into your eye. He covered every inch of your head with soap and used a bowl to help rinsing it out. He used his hand as a shield from the water. Treating you with more care than you ever had. He finished by smoothing your hair back and softly kissing your forehead.

He was perfect.

He went downstairs to let you change and when you walked into the kitchen he was buttering some steamy bread.

“I thought you’d be hungry, so I made bread before you came. It just came out the oven.” He handed you a plate.

You could do nothing except smile at this perfect boy. “Thank you. It smells delicious.” You spoke as you took a bite of the soft bread. Warm butter on your lips.

“Holy shit!” You smiled widely. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“What do you wanna do today?” Peeta asked.

“Can we maybe just lie down. Rest.” You asked.

He smiled and nodded.

When you had eaten about six slices of bread, Peeta didn’t make a comment about how much you ate, he simply asked if you wanted him to make more.

Soon enough you were upstairs in his room. He walked into the on suite to drain the bath water before he lay down.

“Shit.” He spoke as he walked out of the bathroom, shirt covered in water. He obviously leaned to far forward when draining the water.

“Oh no.” You stood up, that’s when he saw you had changed into one of his plain t-shirts and your underwear.

“Wow.” He breathed out. “You’re really beautiful.” He told you so genuinely.

You smiled. Looking at him with nothing but love.

“Peeta…you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.

He smiled shyly, blush touching his cheeks.

“Okay.”

You kissed him gently but passionately. Holding his cheeks.

When you pulled away he smiled with swollen lips, the sight made you giggle.

“Change you’re shirt and come cuddle.” You made grabby hands from the bed after you sat back down.

He looked nervous. “ I won’t look.” You assured him. He looked eternally grateful.

Peeta had told you before, he was littered with scars from the games, from his parents. He hated it. He was really insecure. He knew you would love him no matter what he looked like but it was still scary. He could barely look at himself in the mirror.

You turned to face the other way.

You heard some movement before you heard his voice again.

“N/n.”

You waited a second before turning around to see his bare chest. You smiled. Sure enough there were scars everywhere.

He looked at the ground, he looked nervous, more than you think you’d seen him before.

“You’re really handsome.” You told him and lifted his chin, stroking his cheek when you approached.

He smiled too.

“Thank you for showing me.” You smiled at him brightly. Teary again, it was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay.

You pulled him into his soft bed and you both lay entangled in each other. Your head on his bare chest and he played with your hair.

“Is this okay.” You asked as traced one of his scars.

He hesitated before nodding.

“You don’t have to say yes.” You say up slightly.

“I know. Don’t stop…it’s nice.” He held your head back to his chest and continued.

“Thank you for today.” You whispered. He answered simply with a kiss on your head.

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[youwouldntdownloadapizza]

The Gates of Jackson | Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter 1

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You showed up at the gates of Jackson with hands covered in blood and no memory of how you got there. That was two years ago. Since then, you've become Maria's right-hand woman and the person in charge of Jackson's logistical backend. Patrol schedules, inventory—all your purview. When a patrol gone wrong forces you to get to know Joel, memories of your past begin resurfacing—along with their consequences.

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.6k

tags: no use of y/n, eventual smut, no beta we die like sarah, jackson era, other additional tags to be added, slow burn, ellie needs a hug, joel lives, good parent joel, reader-insert, reader insert, forced proximity, only one bed trope, nightmares, childbirth, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft joel, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, masturbation, pining, joel falls first, possibly demisexual reader (tbd), ptsd, ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks, amnesia

chapter warnings: childbirth (mentioned)

Chapter 1

The first time you met Joel, he stank like shit. Literally, he smelled like he had rolled in it. You issued him soap, and sent him on his way. That was a loss to Jackson’s ledgers you were more than willing to take.

The second time, he smelled better. Unremarkable mostly, more of a neutral scent tinged with man smell around the edges. Nothing to write home about. Still, you issued him deodorant. Couldn’t take any chances.

He requested bullets, a basic first aid kit, and warm clothing. With Maria’s approval, you made the relevant deductions and issued the items at hand. You even sprung for wool socks. With a winter like this, he could use all the help he could get.

“You’re headed south, right?” you asked him as he packed a worn duffel bag.

“Colorado,” he replied. You waited, but that’s all he gave you. Guess he didn’t feel like elaborating.

“What about the girl, she need anything?”

He considered the offer, then asked, “You got any pens, pencils or anything? Notebooks? She likes to keep track of things, take notes. Draw, mostly,” he trailed off, scrubbing a hand over his face, “And we’re almost out of paper.”

You smiled at that. A girl after your own heart . “I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”

* * *

You asked Tommy about him, once the two of them were gone. He didn’t have much to say.

“Barely talked to the girl. Probably know about as much about her as you do. Joel… Well, Joel’s an enigma.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “Come on, Tommy. I’m asking for the basics, not his social security number.”

Tommy sighed. “He’s brash, he’s protective, he’s opinionated… I don’t know what much else to tell you. He’s just Joel. One of those people you gotta get to know just by knowing ‘em, I guess.”

You blinked twice. “Supremely helpful, Tommy.”

* * *

The next time you met Joel, he smelled better but looked worse. You only half-remembered his eyes, but something in them last time had been warmer. The ones you saw now were… dead, almost. Like something within them had been destroyed. Whether he’d been the one to do the destroying or it had been done to him remained to be seen.

You’d seen him and the girl with Tommy and Maria in the dining hall that first time they’d come to town, wolfing down chili like they’d just discovered, well, chili. They ate slower now, both of them, not like they weren’t in a rush but like their heads were elsewhere. The girl seemed to stare into nowhere—not all the time, but it was distinct when she did it.

Joel didn’t zone out. No, if anything he was zoned in . On that poor girl who had been so full of life just months ago, now hollowed out like far too many others. You’d see about filling her back up later. But for now, he was the one that perplexed you. Why was he so focused on her? What had happened out there? Part of you never wanted to find out, but part of you really, really did.

Regardless, she needed new shoes. So you joined them. The man stopped mid-chew, looking up at you with trepidation.

“Hi,” you smiled, “glad you two made it back in one piece.”

“Me too,” he replied, turning his attention back to his cud. You couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not. You turned your attention to the girl.

“You’re Ellie, right? I’m Doe. Or that’s what most folks around here call me, anyway.”

“Doe?” She cocked an eyebrow. “Like a deer?”

“A female deer,” you winked back at her. She stared at you blankly. 

“It’s a song,” Joel muttered to her softly, “from before.”

“Oh,” Ellie nodded. The silence dragged, but thankfully you came prepared.

“Cobbler?” you offered bowls to each of them. It was fresh from the oven, still steaming and smelling of cinnamon.

“Yes, please!” Ellie yanked the bigger bowl towards herself, broccoli forgotten. She got a few bites in before Joel intervened, pulling the sugar aside and reinstating the vegetables. The girl frowned at that, but his pointed look said not to bother arguing. So she didn’t.

“Don’t worry, it’ll still be hot in a minute.” You tucked into your own cobbler, savoring the warm sweetness as it glided across your tongue. Even in Jackson, it was a delicacy. But it was spring, and the cherries were here. And you’d accounted for everything.

“Did you want something?” Joel asked, finishing his own plate and reaching for the cobbler.

“Ellie needs new shoes.”

“We’ve got it handled,” he said.

“Do you, though? You haven’t got much to trade with, and we’ve got plenty in inventory. That’s kind of what it’s there for. Why suffer blisters when communism’s got your back?”

“Can I?” Ellie’s face lit up. You liked seeing her eyes like that: brighter. They belonged that way.

Joel swallowed his cobbler, mulling over the idea. “After lunch,” he agreed, nodding to the eager teen. “Finish your cobbler first.”

* * *

Ellie’s new light-up sneakers lit the way as you exited the storeroom through your office. Joel had insisted on a sensible pair as well, but you couldn’t deny the kid a little whimsy.

“Maria give you your patrol schedule yet?” you asked him, nodding to the well-worn chalkboard in the corner. Routes on the left, days and times up top. Names filled in the boxes in between, a testament to your logistical wizardry.

“Not yet,” he said, crossing to examine it. “Guess she doesn’t need to, now.”

“I’ve got you paired up with Tommy. Seemed easiest, to get you started. You’ll be headed up to the lodge, it’s a pretty standard route. Get the occasional runner, but it’s wildlife more than anything.”

He nodded, heading toward where Ellie was already scampering out the door.

“See you Tuesday, I suppose. Guessing you’re the one to check-in with?” he asked.

You smiled at his correct assumption. 

“Sure am.”

* * *

You didn’t know Joel well enough to make assumptions about his punctuality, but Tommy was never late. Even you were late from time to time, often getting swept up in tasks and losing track of things. But the man was annoyingly punctual. According to Maria, that’s part of why she fell for him.

Tommy was late today.

You crossed to the large observation window lining one wall of your office. It gave you a clear view of the front gates and surrounding guard stations, but there was no sign of Tommy anywhere. Or Joel, for that matter.

A knock on your door interrupted your analysis. It was Eugene. The grizzled old man acted anything but, a smile breaking out across his face at the sight of you.

“Hey, Doe! How’s things?” He asked.

“Fine. I’m looking for Tommy, actually–”

“Didn’t you hear?” He interrupted, “Maria’s gone into labor. He’s with her at the clinic.”

Your stomach dropped. Here you were preparing to chew Tommy out for his tardiness when the whole time he’d been busy becoming a father. A very valid excuse.

“And Joel?” you asked. “They were supposed to patrol together this afternoon, lodge route.”

“Not sure. He wasn’t with them. Listen, I gotta go grab the baby blanket I made and drop it off, but you and I need to have a drink one of these days. I worry your hair’s gonna start falling out in clumps if you don’t take a break eventually.”

“Yeah, but then what would you do, patrol out to the dam with Jesse? There’s a reason I don’t pair you two up anymore.”

“Because you don’t like blackberries?” he chided.

You frowned, “No, because you spent so long harvesting them your 8 hour patrol took 12. I was this close to sending out a search party. A little planning prevents a lot of headaches, Eugene.”

He turned to leave, looking back over his shoulder to get the last word. “You know what else is good for headaches? Whiskey.”

You sent Eugene on his way with instructions to give Maria your best. You’d visit her when the baby was here. For now, you had a community to protect. 

With Tommy out of commission and Joel MIA, you’d have to find someone else to help you cover this patrol route. Dina was always a solid partner, if she was around. Devon the bartender could generally be counted on to have your back. Eugene would be ideal, but you didn’t want to make him work a double.

You headed to the stables to see who you could find. Upon entering, the warmth of the building and company of the animals soothed your unease, if only slightly. 

You found your horse’s stall, the gray spotted mare whinnying at your arrival.

“Hey, Bailey,” you smiled, offering her a slightly bruised apple. She took it gratefully, big brown eyes closing in enjoyment.

“She’s beautiful,” a voice said from behind you, making you jump.

“Sorry,” the voice stepped into the light, “It’s just me.”

“Joel,” you took a deep breath in an attempt to slow your racing heartbeat.

“Sorry I’m late–” 

You cut him off with a raised hand, looking him in the eye. 

“You’re not with your brother,” you finally said, more of a statement than a question.

“You’re not with your best friend,” he replied, offering no further details.

You sighed, debating arguing with him about it before deciding the subject was better left untouched. You had your reasons for staying away from childbirth. If Joel had his own, he was entitled to that. You weren’t going to press him on it, so long as he didn’t press you.

“Come on,” you said, swinging your leg over Bailey’s back and settling into the saddle, “We’re making up for lost time.”

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I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

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Joel Miller x Reader

You stared at him. Much like many times before.

He walked around with such confidence, your eyes following him around the house.

Not even Ellie could stop him in his path. 

He needed to check the drains, then the upstairs bathroom and finally check the fences as he usually did.

"You are staring again." Ellie said as your eyes moved to her.

"Do you think... do you think he would like me?"

"Huh?"

"Like... on a date? Would he take me?"

She tilted her head.

"You two are married... what do you mean?"

"I mean-I mean he is so sexy."

"Y/N, he's your husband, if you want him to take you on a date... ask."

"I don't want to ask, Ellie. He has to want to take me on a date... he has to know without me saying."

Ellie blinked once, twice. 

"JOEL! Y/N wants you to take her on a date!" she yelled as the man came out of the kitchen and stopped as Ellie talked. 

"Date? Sure."

"No no no. You have to ask her out on a date because you have to know that she wants to go on one." Joel blinked once, twice.

"Y/N, do you want to go on a date?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. You didn't want to ask me and you wouldn't have if Ellie didn't say so. So, I'm not going."

Now both of them blinked at you before Ellie spoke up again.

"Definitely pregnancy hormones." she said pointing at your bulging stomach. The baby was the very reason why you couldn't even stand up, bound to the couch as the others worked.

As Ellie said that, you turned as a tear escaped your eye.

"I know that the baby and I are useless."

"Love, love, no, no please." Joel dropped the tool he was holding and rushed over to you, grabbing your hands as Ellie joined him.

"That is not what I meant. It's just, what you said was rather weird."

"You think I'm weird?" you turned to her, more tears falling as Joel pushed Ellie away.

"Love, she only meant that... she wasn't able to say what you were meaning to say. We can go on a date. Let's take a bath. I found some soap last time so we could have a bubble bath."

"Bubble bath date?"

"Yes, you, me and the baby." you finally calmed down a little as you nodded. Ellie came back, a small piece of bread in her hands, offering it to you and you took it.

You happily ate it and thanked her.

"A bath sounds nice. But- not if you don't want to."

"I do want to. I'll smell terrible once I'm finished outside so it will do me good, you could wash my back." you nodded.

"You do look very sexy while working. My strong handsome husband." he smiled, nodding as his hand squeezed yours.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'll try and continue to be sexy for you while sweating my ass off out in the sun."

"I'll make you a cold drink." Joel nodded again. Happy that you calmed down, your hormones lately have been a bit crazy.

"Thank you." he kissed you on the lips and helped you stand up before going out to the backyard. He started with the safety fences before moving to the plants, watering and checking them all.

You happily made the drink you promised him when Ellie entered the kitchen, offering you a smile as she searched for something to eat.

"Do we have any tomatoes?"

"We should." you said as you looked over her shoulder.

"You ate them again didn't you?" she asked with a smile and small mischief in her tone, but you took it way too literally. Your eyes watered once again just as Joel entered he let out a groan seeing you on the verge of crying... again. 

He didn't mean to groan so loudly.

"I'm sorry for eating the tomatoes! I'm sorry for being emotional and a wreck, I'm sorry for being pregnant and useless! And you Mr Miller, I'm not going to bathe with you if you think I'm so annoying! You can wash your own back or get another wife to do it for you." you said as you, as fast as you could, walked upstairs.

"You really need to stop pushing her buttons." Joel said to Ellie.

"I didn't do anything!" 

"Even breathing can annoy her. What was it this time? The apples?"

"Tomatoes."

"Fucking tomatoes... okay... I'll talk to her, you go and do whatever she will forget by tomorrow, lay low until then." Ellie nodded.

Joel found you in the baby's room, looking out the window as you quietly sobbed.

"Love, I-"

"I think we are crazy Joel. Bringing a baby into a word like this." your eyes landed on the streets and the other people. 

"We talked about this when you told me the news. I'm happy that we are having a baby, and while, yes this world is fucked, our child will be loved."

"I'm not even a good mom for Ellie, how can I be good for this one?" your eyes still not looking at him as he walked over to you.

"You are amazing with Ellie. I have no doubts you will do the same for the little one."

"I ate her tomatoes."

"Fuck the tomatoes, that doesn't mean you are a bad... parent. You have cravings because of the baby, she knows that, she didn't mean it like that. She knows you need it more." 

You let out a long sigh as Joel hugged you. 

"Thank you."

"Will you take a bath with me?" he asked as he buried his face into your neck, his beard scratching and tickling your neck. You let out a small laugh. 

"Okay, but you have to give me a backrub."

"Did the baby cause you trouble today?" he asked moving his hand over your skin, watching your skin as he rubbed circles on it.

"They moved a little but nothing too much."

"Probably you didn't notice because you were drooling over me all day."

"I won't deny that. But at the same time, I have been doing that since the day we met so, I think they are just not that active today." Joel nodded, one last kiss to your cheeks and he was off to go and run the water.

He has never felt this happy in a very long time. He was finally able to afford a house to keep you and Ellie safe, provided for you all and now, the baby.

Joel Miller felt at home.

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The Eyes of God

Summary: You are a researcher separated from your group and hypothermic in the mountains. It would be better you had died than be taken into the remote Monastery nearby.

Words: 1.7k

CW: Catholic horror, non-con (for context there is oral sex that is very much unwanted, starts with reader unconscious so somnophilia), exploitation, non-con medical procedure, mentions of cannibalism.

Please be extremely mindful of the tags here, I am not messing around when I say this is horror. Alejandro and Rudy here are not going to be fun, attractive bad boys. I am being so dead ass when I say this is dark.

He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? Psalm 147:15-17

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The blizzard had come without warning to steal away all of your senses. There was no sight but for the white in front of you, no sound but for the howling cold, no smell but that of ice, no taste but your own dry fear on your tongue and no feeling at all. How long had it been since you had been separated from your group? Seconds, days?

You knew the signs of hypothermia, had trained for the harsh conditions of this unexplored mountain, but your memories of it all scattered to the corners of your feebled mind as you shuffled slowly and aimlessly forward. Every step was a fight against an impossible foe, God like it it's strength. There was something in the white, a glow. You needed to reach it, you needed to reach it more than you needed oxygen.

Everything is too hot, you are burning.

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Your nakedness shall be uncovered, and your disgrace shall be seen. I will take vengeance, and I will spare no one. Isaiah 47:3

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"What have you brought before the eyes of God?" Alejandro asked of the man holding a naked figure tight to his chest.

"Wis hunting Father, as ye had asked" Soap replied, "found this woman naked in the snow."

Soap had found you as you started to tear at your clothes. He had watched. The temptations of the flesh had come unbidden to him, blood thickening his cock as your pale flesh met the deathly cold skin to air. It was kindness in the Lord's name to save you; at the Monastery they could cleanse you of this sin, of your whoredom. Make you clean so you could meet your end in a state of Grace. That was what he had told himself as he held you tight to his body, thinking if he could make you one flesh to save you from this cold he would.

"You've brought us something sinful Brother" Rudy said, emerging from the shadows and gazing hatefully at your nakedness.

"He has been righteous no Rudolfo? Something sinful is ripe for purification of the flesh and soul" Alejandro said, coming closer to run a hand up your arm and delighting in the coldness of your skin. A challenge from above he thought, sent to them on the brink of death to bring back and make whole.

"Of course Alejandro. Leave her here then, that we may make her well first."

Soap did not want to leave you with them. He knew that the Fathers could be cruel to sinners, they were so very cruel to him. He knew it was to serve a greater purpose. The unworthy and sinful must endure mortification of the flesh. But you were so soft and delicate in his arms, so decidedly feminine in comparison to everyone here. Did Adam feel like this when he willingly ate the sin offered by Eve?

"By one man's disobedience the many were made sinners. Is this pride Brother? Alejandro, perhaps we should call upon Ghost, ensure this is not able to spread as a sickness."

Soap felt the holy fear of God then. He loved Ghost as David had loved Jonathan, the covenant between them unselfish and everlasting. He felt at his most tested when he was called to watch him be purified. The last time Soap had disobeyed, the Fathers had hung Ghost on a hook and in the end taken a rib as God had taken Adam's rib. Only Ghost had not been deeply asleep as Adam had. His anguish had been loud and still tormented Soap even now after the place had been closed up with flesh.

He looked down at you, your eyes slowly blinking now that there was heat infusing into your skin. Perhaps this is what the Fathers had done with that rib, created another test for him. He laid you gently, reverently, on the alter.

"There now, it is not pride Rudolfo, merely care. By one man's obedience the many will be made righteous. You may go Soap, go to Ghost and pray."

Soap bowed his head in thanks before leaving. Ghost would be preparing his catch by now, no doubt he would have followed orders exactly and hunted down your group properly unlike him in his weakness for you. The Fathers had been diligent in teaching Ghost Genesis 9:2-3 after all.

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So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire. James 3:5

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The first thing you felt was pain, followed swiftly by panic. You blinked rapidly then slowly, willing your brain to connect properly to your optic nerve and process where you were.

Staring at the ceiling. You felt your body on a hard surface, you were laying down. There was an unbearable pain in your chest and as you tipped your head forward to look you started to whine on each of your quick exhales, terrified. There was a tube piercing into your flesh, liquid flowing through it. The pain was dull and throbbing. You were completely naked, your skin illuminated and glowing from the hundreds of candles surrounding the alter you were laid on.

And then the true horror of it, two men dressed in the garb of priests, lapping languidly between your legs.

The third feeling was the perverse pleasure that came from their tongues on you. The animalistic sounds of wet lapping against slick folds. Your body did not feel like your own, your movements sluggish and heavy against your commands. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope and trying to see the original image, a sickly feeling of futility. Still, you stubbornly willed your panic to aid you and focused on lifting a hand to push away the men.

One of them lifted his head, chin dripping with you. In your delirium you swore his eyes were fully black, his teeth sharp and oozing ichor. Perhaps in any other scenario he would be handsome, a young man looking at you from between your legs. But not this one, not in the scenario where your hand finally reached his head to give a weak and pathetic push. Not in the scenario where he grabbed your wrist and twisted so hard it made you forget the pain in your chest.

"And if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off" he said, his voice ricocheting off of your skull and echoing there. It was too loud, too quiet, too soft, too rough. "Is that you yearn for? For me to relief you of your sin?"

You cried then, knowing deep inside you from his smooth grin that he would cut pieces off of you and consider it holy.

You are in a nightmare and you cannot wake up.

The hand dropped away to your side, terrified into submission. He went back to his task and now that you were conscious the rough texture against your clit made you want to throw up. You hated that it distracted from everything, that it felt good. Perhaps it was because the two of them were so close to one another in their efforts, but it felt like something wet and forked against you.

Maybe you could see salvation if you looked around, something to focus on other than the twisted flesh of your body and the twisted pleasure given by those pressed against it. Instead your eyes only landed on figures in the shadows.

Two men. One older and one younger. Looking on with something between horror and eroticism. The younger of them set his eyes to the ground when you caught them and sobbed out for some sort of help. The other took him by the scruff of the neck, pressing a forehead to his and mumbling something about Peter 5:8. After a moment they both returned to watching in silence. You could see it in them, the same fear you felt. The fear of something judging and all powerful bearing down.

It was as if the men lapping at you knew of your fear, as if they took pleasure in those who feared them. Their clever tongues were all at once precise and messy, forcing your body to ascend to a peak your mind found repulsive.

You came like it was written in scripture that you must; inevitable, horrific and erotic all the same.

"There now, warmed by the light of the Lord" came a voice. You felt your eyes move to the source against your will, seeing the second man now and feeling a primal fear at his face, blacked out with a golden painted skull catching the light. Below his chin was smudged obscenely.

He reached up and for a moment you thought he might caress you gently. In your state, you felt greed for such a gesture. The noise that left you was inhuman as he pulled the tube from your chest.

"Brother Price, fix up our guest and take her to her cell won't you?"

Price did as he was told, Gaz in tow. He wondered what name they would give a thing like you. You would be quick to learn the ways of this place he thought, not like him or the others. It had taken so much to redeem them into something that might see the Grace of the Almighty one day. He did not want that for you. He knew with certainty that Gaz did not either, the man had nearly went into a state of sin watching you. Price knew better than to feel anything like Pride, but at the very least he was pleased that he had been able to stop him from going to you for comfort.

It was such a wicked thought, but in his heart he felt it would have been better for you had Soap taken you for meat rather than for saving. It was a difficult and painful thing, being saved by the Fathers here.

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Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Peter 5:8

But the one who endures to the end will be saved. Matthew 24:13

[picklewednesday]

speaking about the guy ever

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do you have any pickle hcs-

DO I???? oh my god there are so many that are missing from my mind rn. I blanked the second I saw this.

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he is utter DOGWATER at cooking. he can make a cold slice of bread with cheese nd nothing else nd rhats it

hes polish in my eyes.

feel like hes a jazz / hip-hop kinda guy . he seems like the kinda guy

he goes shopping with salt and pepper and sometimes soap. it's an excuse to get out

he drinks straight pickle juice (not technically cannibalism but it doesnt matter since he. ate his gf anyway)

he still goes to the lemon patch he planted with taco. not even to reminisce he just finds it relaxing to get away from everything.

his favourite holiday is valentine's day bc he gets to be all romantic ans give gifts to everyone and anyone

^ his love language is quality time btw.

he enjoys bungee jumping and sky diving. hes somehow still alive

he loves citrusy smells. even if they make him a little depressed

autism.

he ADORESSSS the half life ans portal games. hes espexially obsessed with barney calhoun.

salt and pepper reccomend skin care to him but he just canr be bothered (ME CORE!!!)

he has a little box of photos of him ans all of his friends :3

he listens to music to help him fall asleep. <- that's a lie he says it helps him fall asleep but he just hates how silent the night is ans needs to listen to somethinf

absolutely PUTRID stink off of him in super high temperatures so he stays in water a lot.

^he also sleeps with windows open

THERES SO MUCH MORE. this isnt even scratching the surface I just blank whenever I have to actually share hc's.

[demonpoxballad]

The Last Name - oneshot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. Another person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.

Warnings: smut ***18+ only***, angst, alcohol, lots and lots of feelings hehe

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Wowowow I don't even want to know how long it's been since I last posted! Let's just say I've been very busy participating in an actual social life, which is very tiring, omg how do people do it? Ngl I really love this one, lmk what you think!

Taipalsaari, present-day:

Dinner was a romantic affair. She felt human again, in a way that only fresh tomatoes and rosemary and Bucky’s soft lips could invoke.

He was so close. And he kept on touching her, all over, little brushes here and there, his warmth behind her as she stood at the stove like an extension of the steam ebbing from the frying pan. She was hypersensitive. Couldn’t concentrate on anything. Not with him like this: all soft wool and freshly washed hair. He smelled like her soap; she resolved to stock up a lifetime’s supply for him before they left for New York.

Bucky leaned over to taste some sauce, his hand coming to rest on her hip - the last straw. A drink. She needed a goddamn drink. The homemade vodka came clinking down from the shelf, clear and strong and lethal. That would sort her out.

“Where did you even get this?” Bucky inspected the bottle.

“The fish market,” she explained.

“Huh.”

They sat down with the food and drinks. The table had always had 2 chairs as companions, even before Bucky had found her. She’d crafted two sets of tableware as well, and used to alternate between them, one dirty set and one clean. Now everything got dirty at the same time, and they washed it all up together. She never thought she’d be so grateful to have more housework.

While they ate Bucky rested his foot against hers. She took another sip every 30 seconds in an effort to cope.

After too much food and half the bottle, they were twirling around the room, dirty dishes discarded and forgotten. There was time to wash them tomorrow. There was always more time. Bucky had placed his phone in a bowl, and a tinny little tune was dancing around the room. It wasn’t much use for a waltz, but at least it was something.

“I’ve missed music so much,” she said, pressing her nose into his collarbone, massaging the collar of his sweater with her lips.

“I’ll get you music,” Bucky said, raising their hands so she could spin. She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ll get you so much music.”

Shaking her head, she smiled like she really couldn’t help it. “I want to buy a record player,” he continued. “Did you know they were back in fashion? You can get them anywhere nowadays.”

“That’ll be nice,” she said.

“Mmhmm.”

He kissed her. Enthusiastically, at that. Leaning so far into her that she stumbled backwards, fingertips buried in his shoulders.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“I’ve got you." He squeezed her waist. They stopped dancing. Bucky swayed occasionally, but nothing enough to distract from his lips. And his hands. And everything inbetween. Her body slowly became limper with his attention, more and more liquid as he became more solid, holding her tighter and firmer. She melted into a puddle at his feet, stretching out on the bed languidly as he bent to meet her. Laying half on top of her, one arm supporting his weight, the other free to touch.

“We didn’t . . .” he began, his voice low and crackly like he hadn’t spoken in days. His thumb traced the underside of her bottom lip. She fought the urge to coax it into her mouth. “When we were hiding . . . did we?”

“What?” she said. “Did we what?”

“Um.” Bucky’s ears went red. She’d never seen him like this before, so flustered, his words escaping him. She tried not to enjoy it too much. “Have sex?”

Her eyes went wide and then Bucky got worried, she could see it in the corners of his face, all the subtleties: the backtracking plan. He could still get himself out of this hole he’d dug, it was okay, they could still go back to normal, back to the moment right before he’d mentioned it, they could forgive, they could forget . . .

But she didn’t want to backtrack. She wanted to go forward. And keep going forever, until there wasn’t anywhere else to be.

“Oh,” she laughed, thin and awkward, trying to act casual. “No, we never did that.”

“Okay,” he said. “Good. I thought so.”

“Why is that good?”

Bucky didn’t hesitate. “Because I’ve been looking forward to it. To, um . . . being with you. For the first time.”

She could pretend to be disinterested. She could be coy, aloof. She’d done that before, with all sorts of people, important to her or not. But she found herself actually incapable of coordinating her face into one of indifference at that moment. She loved him. She loved him so much. He was sexy without even trying to be. And she’d never been at this point of intimacy before. The point at which all the mess, the tears, the embarrassment, all the blood and screaming and shame. . . the point at which they all fed into the space between them, charging it, making her body feel like it was about to be struck by lightning, thrumming, alive; she was feeling it all so much. She was feeling him so much.

Because that’s the thing with falling in love: there’s a moment, before you take all your clothes off, before you give yourself over, before the point of no return. There’s that moment when you feel the need to get completely naked. Not physically. Though it is a kind of shedding, of course, just of moral sensibilities, inhibitions. It’s a whisper across bedsheets: you don’t know what I’m actually like. It’s a scream from your core: I think I might be a terrible person. There’s something wrong with me, there’s been a mistake, you shouldn’t want to love me.

But please. Stay with me.

Bucky was different, though. He already knew the worst of her, there was nothing more to reveal. He’d heard her wails, seen her open fire, witnessed her cowardice. All she had to do was give in.

“Are you coming onto me, like, right now?” she said.

“Is it the wrong moment?” he said. “I gotta tell you, I’ve been thinking about it for two weeks. I’m not even gonna pretend anymore.”

“Oh my god, Bucky.” She sat up, rolling him away onto his back. She needed air. The cabin felt like fever.

“But you can tell me to shut up, seriously,” he said. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

“No. Don’t – I don’t want you to stop. Just . . .” she made a sound halfway between a growl and a whine, “you’re going to be the death of me, honestly.”

He looked uncertain again.

“You make me dizzy,” she whispered, looking back at him. “You make me so dizzy.”

He smiled. Touched a finger to her spine. “In a good way?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to faint?”

“I might,” she teased.

“I’ll catch you.”

“Yes.”

“Come here.” He pulled her on top of him, pushing her hair away from her face. His fingers went back to her lips and she took them this time, sucking, watching his eyes as they drooped and rolled.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lower than she’d ever heard him before. “Sweetheart.” The sound went straight through her, to her toes, echoing across the mattress, throbbing around the room. She felt him everywhere.

And he was hard, too. She could definitely feel that. She rolled her hips against his but he stopped her, gripping hard, head falling back. She gasped against his throat. It was so much. This was all so much.

“Please,” she complained. “Touch me.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Anywhere you want.”

So he touched her everywhere. She glowed beneath him, spread wide, surrendered. And he made her feel so good; so good she was honestly in shock. His face buried between her legs, mouth working in earnest rhythm, not stopping until she tugged at his hair, tight, so much tighter than she could ever intend, hips seizing beneath him. And him inside her, barely able to control himself, trembling but slow, so slow, too slow.

She gripped his hips and melded her lips with his earlobe. She needed to be heard.

“I can’t tell you how scared I was, Bucky,” she said.

“I was so relieved to see you,” she said.

“I thought I was going to be alone forever," she said.

“I’ve got you,” he replied, whining, desperate. “I’ve always got you.”

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[viatagrinner]

Gilbert's Premium Story #1: Finger bite marks are a sign of good friendship.

Gilbert is surprised. He didn't expect Miss Bunny to come to see him at this late hour.

Gilbert: Maybe you're a night crawler?

MC: No.

She can smell the soap... maybe he just got out of the bathroom.

Her black hair, shiny as obsidian, was slightly damp, and the skin peeking out from under her shirt glowed.

All in all, he was charming.

The heroine asks for a little of his time.

Gilbert: Not a little, but as much as you want.

He opens the door wide, but the girl refuses. Instead, she wastes the food cart.

Gilbert... surprised.

Some incredible amount of cookies and sweets were in the cart.

MC: ....Maybe you don't like sweets?

(He ate an incredible amount for breakfast, so I thought he liked to eat...)

Gilbert: What is this?

MC: ....This is my gratitude.

But if he doesn't need it, she'll take it.

The cane blocked her way.

She must be brave to come and then take the gift, that's what the prince thinks.

MC: Do you accept gratitude?

Gilbert: Of course. I'm just hungry.

MC thanks him for saving her, but doesn't finish. Gil invites her to tea.

She is uncomfortable, but Gil talks her down.

He pulls the cart with one hand and the heroine with the other. Then the prince goes off somewhere. This gives her time to look around the room.

The girl notices a book with a black cover.

This book, which is also on the bookstore shelf, was once given to her by her almost adoptive father...

It is a book by a promising author who realistically described the judgment and darkness of human hearts.

But re-reading this novel doesn't feel like it.

(Although the hero who stays true to his virtuous convictions, no matter what machinations he encounters, was amazing).

Even in the face of great evil, he stood with a pure heart.

But it turns out that this book is a sequel.

Gilbert blows in her ear. He's going to let the heroine read this book.

It is a popular book in Obsidian. Only now does she realize where this book came from. But what is it doing in Rhodolite?

The Prince explains that Rhodolite forbids imports from Obsidian, but even so, the books are not subject to regulation.

Gil makes her tea, and the girl wants to help him, but he refuses, citing that he didn't put poison in it.

That's not the problem. The prince doesn't have to make his own tea, there are servants for that.

Gilbert: Oh, I hate it when other people take care of me.

Here it turns out that he has no delegation, he came alone.

He expertly prepares tea, Miss, to help in some way, arranging cookies on plates.

Gil sat down on the couch and patted down beside him.

She sat down as far away from him as possible.

The tea was delicious.

Gilbert: I drink, too, so there's no way I'm serving something that doesn't taste good, right?

Gilbert: What's the change of heart? When we broke up, you looked at me with contempt.

MC: ...I just don't want to be the person who can't even say "thank you."

MC: Even if the other side is a prince of an enemy country, even if he doesn't think people are human...

Gilbert: Beasts don't have feelings/manners, do they?

They were silent. The girl thought that, she was wrong. Even if it is a prince of an enemy country, etiquette must be observed.

(I won't lose my guard, but that's why I want to stop being afraid of everything.)

MC: This is gratitude above all for me. Now I'll be able to sleep in peace.

Gilbert: It feels good, too.

Gilbert: I think I'll protect you as long as I'm in this castle.

He moved closer to the girl.

Gilbert: Hey, how come we haven't seen eye-to-eye all night?

The cup trembled in her hand.

Gilbert: I wonder if I'm guilty of anything.

MC: Oh...no.

Gilbert: Then look at me?

MC: .....

Gilbert: Hmmm?

MC: ......

The girl can't look at the prince because he's out of the tub, and his pale skin peeking out of his shirt mesmerizes her.

Gilbert's cold palm wrapped around her face.

The red eyes came close to the girl's eyes, and she caught her breath.

MC: Stop it.

Gilbert: Ahaha, who are you talking to?

It's rude not to make eye contact with an important guest, Gilbert said.

The girl suppressed all emotion and continued to look into his eyes.

She had always thought his eyes were the color of blood, but it turned out not to be.

MC: Prince Gilbert's eyes... I just realized that they look more like jewels than the color of blood.

Gilbert: Are you... flirting with me?

MC: No... I'm not.

Gilbert: I can't believe Miss Bunny is hitting on me.

MC: I'm not hitting on you!

Gilbert: I'm flattered.... Hit on me some more, will you?

MC denies it. Gil is pleased.

Gilbert: Are you less afraid of me now?

Gilbert: In spite of that, I still want to get along with you.

He lifted her hand and bit her finger.

MC: Prince Gilbert!?

Gilbert: Because I was happy, I returned my thanks.

MC: Why did you bite me?

Gilbert: It's my expression of affection.

She was hurt, but not as scared as last time.

Gilbert: By the way... My prediction came true, didn't it?

Just now the heroine remembered what he said about how she would thank him by the end of the day.

(Wait a minute...)

Gilbert: You're a good kid/you're a young girl. I thought you would definitely feel guilty.

Gilbert: The cookies were really unexpected...but not only that.

Chevalier and Gilbert's foresight is very similar.

Gilbert: If I had known you were coming to my room...

Gilbert: You think I set this situation up for you, don't you?

She wanted to conquer her fear, but she became uncomfortable.

Gilbert: I want to get along with you, Miss Bunny, that's why...

Gilbert: I'm not letting you out of my room tonight.

Gilbert's Masterlist

[azriels-angels]

Day 3

❄Event Masterlist❄

↑𓆩♡𓆪 You've been struggling to find the meaning of living, though your best friend Ithan Holstrom tries his best to get you back onto your feet again. Tw: Mentions of self-harm + small flirting.

i made this keeping my fellow Ithan Holstrom stan in mind, @azrielscrown 🤭

Something inside of Ithan's heart crumbled, as he watched you lay in the same hoodie you wore last week when he came to check up on you. From the doorway, he could smell your body odor and tears beginning to soil your bed sheets. Though when you slowly turned your head towards him, the light from the hallway alerting you that someone was in your house, Ithan took a in sharp breath.

He would never say it out loud but, burning Solas, not only did you smell terrible, but you looked gods awful too. Guilt ate at his gut as he clenched his jaw. He shouldn't have left you alone like this. You said that you'd be fine, that you preferred to not have any company over, but by the looks of it what you said was bullshit. Though Ithan was pissed at no one else but himself. He could have prevented this if he stayed with you a bit longer until you were up on your feet again.

Ithan surveyed your room, a look of sternness coming down over his eyes like he was on the Sunball field again, making a game plan to get you back to where you needed to be. His eyes then flickered to your blackout drapes before gesturing with his chin towards them.

"Why don't you let some sunlight in?"

You looked him up and down, already bored with the conversation before turning your face back into the pillows. "I like the dark,"

Ithan only furrowed his brows, walking to the drapes before flinging them open. "That's not healthy,"

You cringed. "Yeah, well, if I could have it my way, I'd make it nighttime every day,"

Ithan only sighed, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"What can I do?"

"Nothing,"

"Y/N," Ithan frowned, reaching his hand out to brush the matted hair from your face. "This isn't okay. You wasting away your days in this room isn't okay and it's not going to get you anywhere,"

No response, not even a glare.

"Alright," Ithan nodded, standing up from the bed only to yank the covers off of you. "We're gonna hang out so get ready,"

"We're hanging out right now," You scowled as Ithan picked you up into his broad, trained arms, walking you into your connected bathroom.

Rolling his eyes, he sat you on the bathroom counter, hooking his fingers under the hoodie you wore as he looked up at you with hesitancy in his eyes. "Can I take this off?"

You only nodded before Ithan lifted the hoodie off from your body, now sitting in nothing but a loose bralette and panties. You didn't bother to try covering yourself up, the energy to care about anything anymore had long gone been thrown out the window. Though Ithan did not blink twice at your more exposed state, instead turning around to fill your bath with warm water. He'd seen enough females in more promiscuous clothing or lack thereof in his life to care. But that was during the time he was still in college, when he was nothing more than a cocky, flirty, Sunball player who gamed and studied all day and partied all night. Now he only had one female he was ready to settle down with.

Ithan glanced at the millions of bottles of soaps, lotions, and oils that littered the side of the bathtub. Flynn would have a field day in your bathroom. He also made note of the razor that was placed on one of your shelves, trying not to convince himself that you'd ever do such a thing.

"Snow Angel" was the name of the bath soap Ithan had picked out for you, pouring more than necessary into the warm water. Bubbles began to form from the soap as Ithan walked back to where you sat, finding you already staring at him.

"I'm going to go make us food, okay?" Ithan didn't mention that he would also strip the sheets from your bed, replacing them with much cleaner, newer ones. "I should be done the same time you'll be,"

You stared back at him, searching his eyes for something he did not know before hopping of off the counter to further undress yourself. Ithan walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him, giving you privacy while he cleaned your room. He replaced your sheets, threw all of your dirty clothes into your hamper, and placed a fresh water bottle onto your nightstand for whenever you’d need it.

As Ithan started making Spaghetti, his favorite and only dish he knew how to make, his mind drifted back to a time where he was in the exact position you were in. After Conor has died. No one was there to help pick him up where he needed to be. Not his pack or the Sunball team he left. Or Bryce who was grieving in her own isolated way. It was just him until he met the guys. His true pack. But you did not have that yet. Ithan knew you only had him and Bryce so he made it his duty to always be there for you under any and every circumstance.

After plating up and filling two glasses of water, Ithan stood at you bathroom door, knocking to see if you were finished with your bath. Though no response came after he knocked a few times, even when he asked for your permission to come in, still nothing. Anxiety crept into Ithan’s skin as your razor flashed through his mind once again.

“Y/N?” Ithan tried again. “I’m going to come in now,”

You were still silent as Ithan opened the door, finding you soaking in the bath with your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them. Ithan sighed, scenting no blood and seeing that there was no harm near. With careful steps he walked towards you before getting on his knees to sit next to the tub.

“Do you need help?” Ithan saw how your hair was still dry and matted, and that you probably hadn’t washed the rest of yourself either.

You sniffed, a clear indication that you had been crying. The small sound tugged at Ithan’s heart strings, a slight wince crossing his face before he gently and slowly reached out to grab the bottle of fancy shampoo. After squirting some into the palm of his hand, Ithan began to draw circles into your scalp with the soap as bubbles and suds formed into your hair, washing it clean. Ithan then proceeded to grab the washcloth and tenderly scrub at your back before washing the rest of your body. Even your breasts, after you'd fully yielded yourself to him.

Judgement had not crossed Ithan's features once as he patiently took care of you. He understood. Without having to tell him anything, he understood the feeling, the hopelessness. Even if he did not know what triggered you to go into a depressive state, he still empathized with you.

Ithan helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as a pile of clothes appeared on the countertop. The corners of Ithan's lips lifted into a smirk at his old, folded jersey. He looked at you, eyebrows raised in amusement as you stared at the number twelve printed on the jersey, a blush blooming onto your cheeks.

"I didn't intend to specifically choose that," You talked of your Fae abilities, being that you were able to summon intimate objects from place to place. "I just wanted clothes,"

"You kept it after all these years?" Ithan unfolded the jersey before putting it over your head as you let the towel drop to the floor.

"It's soft," You shrugged, the blush on your cheeks and neck deepened as you pulled your hair out from the jersey.

Ithan's smirk deepened as the only piece of clothing left was a black laced thong. No pants, only panties.

"I'm glad you kept it," Ithan knelt to slip the thong over your legs, sending you a playful grin. "I like seeing you in what's mine,"

You let out a small scoff, rolling your eyes. "You're insufferable,"

Ithan only grinned before taking your hand to lead you into the kitchen, hopeful at your responsiveness. He sat down at the island counter first before picking you up and plopping you on top of his lap.

You let out a sigh, sending the wolf a playful glare. "You're so clingy,"

Ithan huffed, twirling the fork into the spaghetti before bringing it to your lips. "Eat,"

Your eyes stayed glued to Ithan's as you took a bite of the pasta before humming in approval and grasping the fork from him. Ithan wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his natural heat from his wolf anatomy warm you as he watched your every move.

You gave Ithan a sidelong glance, suspicious to why he was watching you like an endangered animal. “The pasta is really good, thank you,”

Ithan only nodded, now staring at the olive oil that glossed your bottom lip.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?”

“Yeah, I could do that all day,” Ithan’s warm brown eyes flicked back to yours, awaiting your reaction.

You gazed back at him, trying to figure this male out.

“Why are you so consistent with helping me?”

Ithan shrugged not breaking his stare. “I love you,”

Your lips parted, shocked at his spontaneous confession. Though before you could respond, afraid of hearing a rejection, Ithan asked, “Wanna smoke?”

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding before Ithan picked you up and walked to two of you out to your balcony. Ithan sat down on the wooden outdoor chair, you still warm in his lap as he pulled out a Dab Pen and inhaled before blowing out a ring of smoke and passing the pen to you. The two of you passed the pen back and forth in silence, enjoying Ithan’s warms and the calm the mirthroot brought you. The sun began to set, stars twinkling, awaiting to shine in the night.

“Ithan?” You whispered, closing your eyes as you snuggled into his toned chest.

Nothing but warmth, hope, and adoration filled your heart as you laid on top of Ithan, listening to the beat of his steady heart. You’d be forever grateful for the safety and unconditional care he gave you. Maybe this unfortunate disorder you had actually lead you to some thing new between you and Ithan.

“Yeah?” He rasped out, drawing circles into the side of his jersey you wore.

“I love you too,” Were the last words you muttered to him for the night as he kissed your forehead before you fell asleep into his arms.

[tetralea]

Hi Dori, do you have any idea on teen-soap-drama vibe karting Charles x Max? (Woooooorshiping eyees🥺)

Loool, angsty teen drama. 💃

Do you have that moment when your heart breaks because your crush is talking to someone else they seem to be interested in? Well, I assume one of them at least once experienced that, and maybe it resulted pushing each other off track, maybe even the third party, it’s not nice and they can’t communicate so fluid yet, because they are learning English only, mostly Charles, baby just can’t express himself as he would like to all the time.

It goes on for a few races, their battles are getting more intense because Max talked to another boy like that and Charles is seeing red, they are not that young at that point maybe 16 or so. People around them getting boyfriends and girlfriends and Charles know what that means, as much a 16 yo can know lol he know enough, that if Max was his boyfriend he could hug and kiss Max and Max would talk to him more and not to that other boy. Charles goes overly dramatic to make Max jealous and makes a hickey on his own shoulder, like the angsty teen he is, and kinda tries to show it off in the race and also hide it from the parents. So there are boy rumours that he slept with someone, well, clearly, since they have a hickey. (I don’t know where I am going with this but hold on.) The parents are worried and try to talk to him but he is all sweet smiles and denying everything.

It doesn’t work, like at all, Max couldn’t be bothered seemingly, which hurts Charles even more and he decides that this can’t go on like this. He changes tactics, he tries to woo Max, leaving small gifts for him, like chocolate or a sandwich which Max said he liked and Charles asked his mom to make it even if Charles doesn’t like it particularly and his mom gave him a look he wouldn’t yield. So, yeah every race he gifts something to Max but in secret and tries to see his reaction, maybe one time he messes up. He leaves the foil wrapped sandwich at Max’s cart, but since Arthur is also there their mom put labels on it, and now he left a gift for Max with ‘Charles’ on it. Poor boy has a heart attack when he realises, he tries to get it back but it is already too late, Max got it and eating it, smiling, pushing the label into his pocket to hide and protect it.

Later he corners Charles, and Charles is stressed and babbles and Max is not the best at social interactions either. So he says something like “you lost your sandwich and I ate it” like it is an insult, when in reality he wants to thank Charles so he adds, “it was delicious btw” only after realising that it didn’t help much lol but Charles is smiling so much, because Max liked the food!! He liked his gift even if seemingly he thought Charles lost it. So Charles keeps leaving things for him and now it’s more a cute way of courting than anything hehe and they try to “accidentally meet” after or before races to chat a little and Charles tries everything from, “you have something on your clothes” till “I bet my hand is bigger” to initiate any kinda touch between them. Until one time they are both out early from the race and Max takes Charles hand and pulls him into a shed where the park stores go karts for the public and it smell like oil and tires and it’s dirty, but it’s the most private place he could think of.

“I’m sorry I’m not giving you gifts.”

“How do you know they are from me?” Charles tries the play dumb strategy in vain.

And Max just gives him a look and pulls out the old liber from his pocket. “I know.” He gives Charles a small smile, and Charles is red from forehead till his neck and Max finds it very sweet. “It was on them a few months ago.”

“Why did you keep it?” Charles asks too sharp and too fast and Max shrugs, because how could he tell Charles it makes him all warm and happy on the inside when he looks at that small paper with his name on it? He would this he is stupid or in love and no one wants that.

“Look, I just wanted to say I can’t give you gifts all the time but I can give you something in return.” Suddenly his voice is clear and determined and Charles is a bit confused. “I haven’t gave it to anyone else so I hope it makes up for all the food your mom made.” It sounds much dumber than it did in his head but Charles tilts his head so it doesn’t matter.

“Okay.” And Charles shouldn’t sound as expectant but he does and steps closer a bit.

“It’s not something you can keep but I can give it to you later too if you like it.” And Charles is nodding, and licking his lips and he is so nervous. “Can you close your eyes?” And thee is an awkward second but Charles does, his fingers gripping the seem of his suit, and he barely can breath. And suddenly he can feel Max close, really close, and then there is something touching his lips and it takes him a good second to realise Max is kissing him. Well it is more of a peck, maybe a little more the plump lips capturing his but not for long. He feels Max’s hand on his neck to keep him in place and he makes a sound he wasn’t sure he was capable in theses situations. Max pulls back a bit unsure and scared.

“I don’t think it makes up for all the sandwiches.” And Max is scared shitless. “I mean it’s not enough, I mean…” oh and fuck it he can’t say it, his brain is not working mostly not in English. He grabs Max and pulls him close, one hand on his waist, the other on the back of his neck kissing him timidly. It’s new, and odd and wet and warm and mostly wet, and tingly and neither of them wants it to end. They told their heads almost at the same time and Max’s hand goes into Charles hair making it into an even bigger mess and Charles whimpers and he shudders when Max’s tongue is touching his. He has no idea where all this is coming from, how the hell he knows how to do it, it if it is even good the way he does it, but Max is pulling his closer so that is a good sign. They just hold each other, trying to get closer and closer, their bodies are hot and every piece of clothing becomes annoying, it’s strange, and they are a bit sloppy and get braver and try new things some of them has a good reaction and some doesn’t. They are both panting, lips glittering and swollen when they break apart.

“Is it fair for the food?” Max asks, be he has to make sure.

“Yes, if you do this ever time I give you food it’s okay.” Charles nods grinning and kisses Max again because hello it feels hella good and they get so lost in it, also it is hard to know when to end it and it just drags out. “I haven’t, I haven’t done this either before.” Charles blurts out. “And if you do this to anyone else I’ll ruin all our races forever.” It supposed to be intimidating but Max is just giggling and agrees he won’t.

When they emerge from the shed they are both flushed and lips red a little, trying not to grin like idiots. It becomes a habit of course, the best pre and after race ritual any of them could have imagined.

[betweenthings2]

would love to see your take on #29 in the cuddle prompts for george and matty!! love reading every one of ur fics <3

Thank you for the ask!! All of the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts' and I love writing them so much =)

Here's 29. Being so wrapped up in one another they forget about important bodily functions for example, hunger.

Matty is halfway conscious at best. He's not really tired, but he simply can't come up with a reason to be anymore conscious. George is warm and he smells good, like their laundry soap, like shared cigarettes and joints, like his cologne, and Matty has his head is on George's chest, their arms around each other, pressed together as close as physically possible and working on getting closer. Matty thinks he could be in heaven. He's pretty certain that heaven doesn't exist, but if it does, it's this, it's laying in bed with George in the mid-afternoon, warm and close and so nice he's lost all higher brain function. All Matty can perceive is George and bed.

He's not sure when he last moved. He's not sure when he last ate, drank water, pissed, smoked a cigarette, did anything more than breathed. Time is suspended, Matty is pretty sure. Time isn't happening anymore, the only thing that exists is Matty and George and bed. Time does still pause, of course, and eventually there are shadows reaching across the bedroom. Matty doesn't notice. How could he, when he has everything he could ever need so close?

Eventually, though, Matty's stomach grumbles. He doesn't really notice, but George does. He chuckles slightly and rubs Matty's back, but he waits for Matty to say something. He doesn't. He doesn't even move, just stays.

"Matty," George murmurs.

Matty doesn't answer. If he says anything, he'll shatter the peace he's found here.

"Matty," George repeats, just a little bit louder this time.

Matty mumbles something unintelligible and then his stomach grumbles again.

"Are you hungry?" George tries again.

"'m not moving," Matty grumbles.

"Your stomach keeps grumbling," George counters.

Matty huffs. "If you make me move I'll cry. I'm comfortable. I've never been more comfortable. Ever."

George cards his fingers through Matty's mop of curls and tries, "If I tell you I'm hungry, can we get up?"

"Are you?" Matty asks.

"Yeah."

Matty considers for just a moment the asks, "Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to get up?"

"Would I do that to you?" George counters, mock offense in his voice.

Matty nods, emphatic, and says, "Yes. You have done that to me."

George knows he has. Sometimes, it's easier to get Matty to do things if George frames them as things he wants or needs, rather than things he knows Matty wants or needs.

"I'm cozy," Matty mumbles. "Comfy. I'm not hungry and I don't want to move."

So George lets him be. There's only so much use in arguing with Matty and he's pretty sure he won't win. Matty will have to move eventually and George will make them dinner when he does. Soon, though, Matty's stomach grumbles yet again and George decides they'll have to get up.

"Matty," George says, a little bit firmer. "Let's get up. Lemme make you dinner."

Matty decides he simply won't say anything. George's insistence has reminded him that actually is hungry, but staying in bed is a point of pride now.

George knows what Matty is doing. He knows what Matty is going most of the time, so instead of saying anything more, George simply moves, sitting up and1 disrupting Matty's comfortable quiet.

"George," Matty whines, elongating the first syllable.

"Matty," George responds, mimicking Matty's cadence. "I'm hungry. Let's get up"

Matty groans, dramatic, but agrees, "Fine." He sits up looking adorably disgruntled, t-shirt sliding down his shoulders, curls askew and sends George what's supposed to be a glare, but's really just a sleepy stare.

George can't come up with anything else to other than grin at Matty and say "I love you. I adore you."

Matty's expression turns to a sleepy smile and answers, "I love you, too," and tugs George in for a kiss.

George is fairly certain that Matty is trying to get him to lay back down, but he could never, not in a million years, deny Matty just about anything. Never. 

[gjrain20-starwars]

Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a lil hunter x reader from the bad batch? Maybe something cute and soft where the readers love language is touch and throughout the day, every time they pass by / are close to hunter, they make some sort of physical contact with him (quick cheek/forehead/lip kisses, short and sweet hugs, a quick little hand squeeze in passing, etc.) and it’s all soft and cute 🥺🥺 thank you in advance and of course no worries if you’re not up for it!! 💛

Hi!! I am so sorry that I didn’t answer until now, probably almost a year later! I promise I didn’t forget about your request! I hope this is the right amount of soft and fluffy for you!

Home To You

Hunter x GN!reader

Word Count: TBA

No warnings, just fluff! Please enjoy

You just got home from work and Hunter commed you to let you know he was coming home today. You began to get ready. You decided to change into a fancy, red and black shirt and some comfortable grey shorts. You always wore his armor colors on his first day home.

Just as you finished getting changed, you hear the front door open. Hunter is home sooner than expected. You rush over to give him a big hug. You know he has to go and fight. You know he’ll always come home to you. The tears come anyway. You had a rough day so Hunter coming home was the highlight of your day. You hear him chuckle as he buries his face in your hair.

“I missed you mesh’la. I’m home now.” He says as he runs your back with one arm and kisses your temple.

“I missed you too handsome.” You say through tears.

Hunter gently pulls away slightly, just enough to look at your face while still holding you. He begins to brush your hair away and wipe your tears. He understands that crying is normal when you’re overwhelmed. Even though it was something he was taught to suppress, but he never shamed you for it since you were taught differently.

“Rough day?” He asked, wiping away a tear

“Yeah, but you made it better.” You replied, reaching to hold the hand that was reaching for you.

“That’s good.” He took your hand and kissed it.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked, now holding both of your hands.

“Our traditional reunion dinner of course, just gotta wait for the delivery driver. I forgot to get it on the way home.”

“That’s ok. I’m gonna go wash up.”

Hunter gave you another hug and kiss before heading to the shower in the guest bathroom.

As much as you didn’t mind the smell, it was more for his senses and helped him relax. Plus, he missed the soap you got him. It was just a generic brand, but he liked the shampoo, conditioner, and body soap as separate soaps instead of the military issued 3-in-1 soap. He thought the separate soaps got him cleaner and that made him feel better.

Hunter came out in a pair of civilian clothes you bought for him. He figured out how to wash his blacks without shrinking them. He came up behind you as you were setting the table, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you on your cheek. You missed this feeling. You stopped what you were doing to face him and lean into his shoulder as you held him. Hunter started the back rubs again as he leaned into you.

The moment lasted until he heard your stomach rumble. You didn’t hear it but he did.

“Ready to eat?”

“No.”

“Come on, there’ll be more cuddles after dinner.”

He gave your hand three squeezes, a little way to say “I love you.” You sat down to eat, but you craved him more. It had been too long since he left. You got up and moved your plate to sit on his left. Hunter just laughed and put his arm around you while he ate with the other.

“Can’t get enough of me can ya?”

“Nope.”

Hunter kissed you and ruffled your hair before going back to his dinner.

As promised, you two went to your couch after dinner so Hunter could hold you some more. With his free arm, he turned on the holodrama you two were watching. Hunter was not normally the one for rom coms or holodramas; however, you told him he reminded you of the main character’s boyfriend. He decided to take notes of some quotes to use to make you smile and show you he was paying attention.

You had watched half of the season before you started to feel sleepy. You ended up laying on him and were falling asleep thanks to some head rubs. Hunter loved hearing you had as he scratched your scalp and played with your hair. If you were more awake, you would have done the same for him. He noticed you drifting off to sleep and turned off the TV.

“Let’s finish the season.” You yawned.

“Tomorrow, love. I’m about to fall asleep myself.” He replied before yawning himself.

You resigned and leaned into his chest as he carried you down the hall. Tomorrow would be a new day with more memories to make.

[forestgoblinvibes]

Chapter 4: count down begins (task force 141 x Male!shifter reader)

Authors note: hello! Loves! Here is to another chapter!! A few things I’d like to say! To start, thank you. Starting this AU I didn’t believe it was going to get much attention but I was proven wrong! I hope everyone loves the the chapters to come! And speaking of, I have so many great/fun/heart wrenching/agonizing ideas for future chapters. But I want to know what my readers would enjoy. I know this is a Mondern Warefare AU so it’s ok for things to be different. This story is based in my own universe, but I want my readers to enjoy it. So please, send some feedback! What do y’all think? What would you like to see? I need ideas for filler chapters or one shots so this story doesn’t end to quickly. And with that! I think I will start taking one shot request as well so send them in!!!

Warning: this chapter includes mentions of nightmares,breaking bones, and fighting

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Three days before the mission.

The night before, when the mission was first announced the nightmares started. Different scenarios of losing the team. Being captured and tortured agin. Or losing control and betraying them, killing Dennis.

All this plagued your mind when trying to sleep, all different ways you could fail. You didn’t tell anyone, no not now. Not when the mission was the most important topic.

The morning of the count down you woke up in a cold sweet and tense. It been a while since you’ve had nightmares. But you brush it off as nerves and continue with your day. Shower, eat and get to the briefing room.

You reach the mess hall and are immediately greeted by two things, the smell of coffee and a bone crushing hug from none other than, Dennis.

“Mornin’! I already got you a cup of coffee and plate of food, eggs, toast and sausage. Come on, it’s just us eating, seems we both slept in a bit” she said while dragging you to one of the many tables.

“Well good morning to you to bugs. Sleep well?” You ask while sitting and sipping the coffee. Humming as the warm liquid helped you wake up.

Dennis gave off this bright and excited aura, it was contagious even if you wished it wasn’t. She wore a huge smile while sipping on the hot contents, it smelled like cocoa. She’s never been a coffee person.

“Mhmm, I slept well. It’s nice having my own room, beds not to bad. But I’m a bit sore, sparring yesterday was rough. How ‘bout you? Sleeping well?” She spoke quickly, she was exciting for the days to come. To finally get back on the field.

“I slept fine, not to sore” your answer was short and simple. And half a lie, you slept terribly but that was for another day. Today was breifing and training, welcomed distractions from the nightmare that replayed itself.

For a few minutes you both ate in a comfortable silence. Both of you soaking in each others company until it was Dennis who once agin broke the silence.

“So, what was it that the lieutenant told you yesterday? He seemed pretty pissed off. Or was it something else?~” she asked with a sly grin and dramatic wiggle of her eyebrows, a skill you were oddly jealous off.

“Get your head clear bugs” you snort and half choke on the sausage you’d been eating. Making the woman laugh at the comidic timing.

“He was just yellin’ at me that’s all. Seeing as I almost ripped Soap to shreds. Wants to make sure I’m in control” you shrug your shoulders. But even she knew how the topic of control made you feel.

Always being told. ‘Control it’ or ‘control yourself’ every time you turned around was frustrating. It was a constant reminder that people around you didn’t trust you enough to not remind you, that you were dangerous. An animal.

Dennis nods and goes quiet for a moment before gaining a shit eating grin. The look of mischievousness in her eyes.

“If we have time, wanna go out? There’s a forest close to base, we can get the rest of the team to come along of “training”. Play a hunting game?” She suggested and it was quiet tempting. You used to play hunting games with your old team and recruits.

It was like hide and seek or tag with paintball added in. You of course were the hunter, the rest of the team had to work together to either survive the set amount of time, or ‘kill’ you. It tested their survival skills and teamwork. And gave you on outlet for tension, being out in the forests always calmed you down. So you nod and grin.

“Deal, if they agree. Let’s see if you can keep them alive” you taunt and stretch a bit and hum, it coming off half growlish. “Let’s get to the briefing yeah? Not trying to be late for anything” you added while standing up.

Dennis followed and grins.

“Race you to the briefing!” She announced, almost ahead of you. You couldn’t help but laugh and chase after her.

You let her win, enjoying seeing the triumphant smile she gained while reaching the meeting room. You following at her heels inside, loyal like a guard dog.

All eyes were on the both of you, gaz smiled when Dennis entered and you could have sworn you heard his heart skip a beat. He watched her take a seat before pulling his focus back to Price.

Ghost as usual sat towards the back corner, cold eyes glaring at you, a silent warning. You take your seat beside Dennis and sigh. The only person you all seemed to be waiting on was Soap.

And if on que, the Scotsman came into the room with a bright grin and took the seat beside you.

“‘Mornin’” he said rather happily, his already vibrating energy felt contagious as you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips. And once everyone was settled price began the briefing.

“Alright, In three days we are shipping off to Mexico. Agin, we will be linking up with the Mexican special forces. Alejandro and his men. Russians have taken place of Valeria and are moving around chemicals in the remount mountains.”

The captain turns in the projector and starts flipping through different slides. Some were surveillance footage of a large and well guarded a base. Others were trucks carrying large vats of an unmarked chemical.

“Now, the Russians seem to have a few shifters of their own. From intel, a lion pride and bear. Could be more or less and we don’t have an exact number. But what we do know, the lions seemed to be spending they time as well, lions. Intel is spotty still” as price spoke he was looking at you, seeming to gauge your reaction.

You picked at your hands under the table, but hide any reaction that they could see. But you’d never fought other shifters. Play fought with your sister or partner when you were younger yes. But nothing that could be dangerous.

“If their spending most of their time as lions, they could be nomads. But if their working with the Russians there could be something in it for them as well…sir I have no training against other shifters. It’s..rare for us to be fighting against each other” you spoke your concern truthfully while keeping your eyes on Price. And he nods thoughtfully.

“I’ll see if I can pull some strings, get you some training then. But you’ll be fitted for a vest. Similar to the K-9 units. If they are nomads I want you to be shifted once we get to the mountains for this mission to help fight them off if the need arises.” He spoke and you physically tensed but nod anyway. He continued after that.

“Our job will be to infiltrate that base, identify the chemically they have and find out why they have it. And figure out who their ringleader is. Alejandro and his men will be at our side and we will be staying at their base. Once we land in La Almas we will make a game plan. Until them I want everyone training, separately and together is that understood”

There was a string of quick ‘Yes sir’s

“Any questions?” price asked and looked around the room. Gaz raised his hand and spoke out.

“How long will the mission last? Once we get to the mountains?” He asked while leaning forward against the table.

“Well, the mountains are a large area, and it’s covered with dense patches of forest. We know the base is located in the mountains but not exactly where so probably a few weeks at least” price answered confidently. And looked at the rest of the team. Soap spoke up with a laugh.

“Aye, best be we get to trainin’ then I wanna rematch with the cat here” he laughed and nudged your shoulder, your forced out a light chuckle. Dennis was the next to speak, standing up with a shit eating grin.

“Well, if we are to go up against lions. Y’all need to know how to take down a shifter! I say we play a game then. It’s still training though, but I saw that there’s a forest behind base. And I say we play a hunting game. All of us versus Y/N” she suggested excitingly and you role your eyes. Though she seemed to have gathered everyone’s attention. Ghost included as his eyes finally left you.

“Go on dagger, what’s this game” it was price, looking amused and interested seeing as 141 did indeed need the teasing.

“See we’ll need paint balls, few different colors and definitely a lot of red. But anyway the game’s simple. Kitty is going to hunt us, while a panther. Our job either together or on our own is to take down and “kill” him. And he’s to do the same to us. We win by killing him, he wins by killing all of us. It’ll teach y’all how to listen for him, and how to fight a shifter. You won’t survive in a real fight if you don’t know how to pin them down” she explained while looking around the room excitedly.

The first to agree, much to your surprise was Ghost. Who nods and spoke gruffly.

“It’s not a terrible idea, we do need the training. Can get some recruits in on it to” he agreed and Price nods along. Gaz was the next to agree and then Soap soon after.

“Alright. Tomorrow we will play this hunting game, gives time to get the paint ball guns and so on. Today I want everyone training and observing in hand to hand. Dagger, Y/N I want you to to show the rest of us some sparing while your a panther. Give us some ideas for tomorrow for it? Good, dismissed. Be on the mats in 15 minutes” Price orders, leaving little to no room for questions or agurments.

He’s the first to leave, followed by soap and gaz, then ghost who gave you one last glare before leaving. You and Dennis were the last to leave.

“Hey bugs, im going to go shift. Come get me in ten yeah?” You asked to which she grinned and nods.

“Yeah yeah kitty, I’ll come open the door for your no thumb having ass” she teased before leaving the breifing room and heading to her own to change.

You did the same, heading to your room and shutting the door before sighing and beginning to undress.

When you had first joined the army they issued your a special made skin tight suit to wear under your basic clothing and gear. It hugged your body and when shifting it shifted with you, acting like a second skin under your fur. And it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but still at times you chose not to wear it. Like today, where you stripped bare naked to shift.

And unlike other days where you had to shift quickly today you let it sink into your bones. Allowed yourself to fill your bones twist and break, or your muscles tighten and tear before reforming. Allowed yourself to feel every aspect of the shift and while it wasn’t extremely paining it was harsh to say the least.

Within several minutes you’d shifted to a large panther, not your largest but also not your smallest. You stretch, joints popping and you growl with satisfaction before patiently sitting on your bed for Dennis to come open the door.

And two minutes later she did, with a cheeky grin as she walked into your room and carefully held out her hand. You knew what she was wordlessly asking and nodded ever so slightly.

She came forward and gently ran her hand through the fur behind your ears. You growl contently and she seemed to let go of tension neither of you seemed to know she was holding.

After one of your first missions together you’d both found that it was quite relaxing to set together as she pet through your fur. Neither of you spoke, nor that you could. And just enjoyed the comfort. Dennis was the only person you allowed to pet you.

“ C’mon kitty, let’s go show off” she hums and gave you one last scratch behind the ears before leading yku out of the room and closing the door behind her.

You followed Dennis closely, in this form you stood about the same height at her. Which of curse drew some fearful looks from those who passed by and had never seen a shifter.

But in any case you both make it to the traing ground where the rest of the team was already waiting. Beside the day of your rescues this was the only other time they’d seen you shifted. There was a varying amount of looks.

Soap looked surprised, gaz was in awe and price seemed impressed. And ghost, for a moment you could have sworn his eyes held admiration before going neutral. You chose to ignore these looks and step to the mat and wait for Dennis to get her hand wrapped by gaz. You watched them both closely.

She was smiling like normal but had a slight flush to her cheeks as they spoke quietly, you chose not to listen in. And even after her hands were wrapped Gaz let his fingers linger against her wrist. You growl loud enough to gain her attention and once she looked at you, you tilt your head, eyes flicking between her and Gaz.

Dennis sighed and walked towards you, grumbling mainly to herself and you give her another soft growl. She knew what you where asking and her blush deepened a shade.

‘What’s goin on with you two?’ Was your unspoken question and she just shakes her head.

“ ‘Tis nothin kitty. Now com’on. Their watching” she whispered while bracing her stance, and you stood up. Growling lowly as you circled around her and she watched your every move.

And like she said the rest of your new team was indeed watching intently. Even price, despite his years of knowledge seemed to be taking mental notes.

You make the first move, lunging forward and swiping at Dennis’ legs. You were sure to keep your claws sheathed, not wanting to draw blood or giver her stitches. But she was quick to step back before you could knock her over. And so when you took a step back to reevaluate she stepped forward and tried to get her arms wrapped around your neck, attempting to put you in a choke hold.

Which she failed at as you pull your head away and quickly head butt her, knocking her back and you were quick to tower over and very carefully held her neck in your jaws. You kept this position for a few seconds before stepping back and well chirping, it was more a series of soft growling clicks but it’s how you called a win.

Dennis groans and rubbed her head while sitting up.

“Dirty move kitty” she huffed and slowly stands up before looking at the team. Instead of being upset about the loose she decided to use her failure to teach the others.

“So, what do y’all think I did wrong? And what do you think I was trying to do?” She questioned as you moved to stand beside her, another soft growl coming from you.

“You were overconfident and didn’t asses your actions fully” Soap was the first to speak and gaz followed after with a question.

“You were going for his neck? Why?”

She smiles and nods, gently scratching behind your ear before stepping forward

“Good observations. Yeah, I did get cocky. Can’t be doing that while fighting a shifter, their smarter then normal animals. And yes I was going for his neck. One of your best options his to choke out a shifter, or in leathal cases snap their neck. But of course how you take them down all depends on what animal they take after and their size”

You looked around the room, knowing you’d have to spar with each of them today and tried to make a game plan as Dennis spoke.

“Now of course on an actual field you won’t be unequipped. A knife or a gun means the difference between life and death. And just pray to whatever you may believe in that you don’t get caught unarmed” she said with a slight chuckle.

“There is more to learn but I’ll leave that for Y/N to explain. So until then who would like to go next? Remember the goal is to pin him down. If he can get back up he can kill you. I’ll be calling out wins or losses and certain points of contact. Feel free to use the fake knives to make it more interesting” after she finished speaking Gaz was the first to raise and step forward to get his hands wrapped. He grabbed one of the fake knives before entering the matted area.

The fake knives where a thick and hard plastic. No sharpness to them but could still cause some pain and discomfort if used correctly.

You watched Kyle, growling and barring your fangs. Hoping to throw him off by fear. But he stood his ground and made the first move.

He launched forwarded holding the knife with the flat of the blade against his wrist and moved into a slide when you moved forwards. It took you by surprise, he had more years on you and it showed. But still you managed to avoid the blade as he swung for your throat.

And yet Kyle still was faster and quickly switched the blade to his right hand and swung for your right shoulder. It hit bluntly and made your muscles immediately ache as you jumped to the side to create some distance.

“That’s a hit! But he’s not dead yet! Shifters of dense muscle mass.” Dennis called out causing Gaz to look towards her and you wasted no time launching forward and jumping at him.

But what you thought what him being distracted wasn’t very true. And as your body made contact with his you felt the blunt knife punch into your gut, at the same time though you managed to get your fangs to his throat as you both hit the mats. The air being punched out of you as you land on your side and for a moment you just lay there as does Kyle.

“Your both dead! Gaz your throat as been partially ripped out, Y/N you’ve been stabbed in the gut. Internal bleeding” Dennis informed rather harshly. She was always tense when training.

You growl and stand up, taking slow deep breaths to steady yourself as you look to Gaz. Gently nudging his arm to insure he was fine, to which he laughed and sits up.

“Good move Y/N. I’ll win eventually” he said confidently while standing and walking off the mat.

The next in the ring was soap, who chose to use no weapon and wore a cocky grin was he looked at you.

“Show me what you got pussycat” he taunted playfully and you roles your eyes while circling around the scot.

You both watched each other, trying to wait each other out. But much like his favorite explosives, soap was a ticking time bomb and moved first.

Going for a full tackle which you brace for, allowing the older man to force you both into a roll. Which you get out of first and pin the Scotsman on his stomach. But as you move for the “killing blow” his elbow connects with the side of your head with a rather loud crack. Effectively sending you off of him and slumping to your side with a low hiss.

Soap used this to his advantage and moved quickly to get his arms around your neck and head ass if he’d snap it.

“Y/N! Your dead, should have watched his arms. Good job Soap” Dennis called and sighed.

You stand slowly after soap released you taking deep breaths to steady yourself. Now you were getting frustrated, holding back proved unsuccessful. You had underestimated the rest of 141 and their abilities to take you down. With a low snarl you turn and face your next competitor. Ghost. Price was talking with Dennis, your paid no attention to their conversation.

He chose a fake knife and stepped onto the mat. You take a few steps back while watching the large man. The mask kept you from gaging his mood and his eyes were cold. You didn’t plan on holding back this time.

You make the first move, running forward and going for his knife hand. If you could disarm him first that would make things easier in the long run.

Ghost anticipates your moves and instead of dodging his brings his leg forward and kicks you in the side. Effectively sending you rolling back. But you are quick to get moving agin and launch forward, once close enough you change direction and quickly get behind the man. Wasting no time to jump onto his back and use your weight and momentum to force Ghost to his knees.

Agin he works with your attack and as his knees hit the mats he reached up. At first you feel the knife make contact with your back between your shoulder blades

“That a hit! He’s still kicking though” Dennis calls

And then your feel his hand grab the scuff at the back of your neck trying to pull or throw you off of hun. But this time you play dirty, you growl, growing arger and heavier in only a few seconds and his hands lose their grip. He changes tactics, as did you.

And as your jaws wrap around his head, he swings his right arm back and you feel the fake blade connect with your rib cage. She calls it.

“Ghost, your heads been crushed, Y/N, punctured lung. Your both dead. Agin kitty, watch their damn arms!” she calls as you step of off of ghost and she walks towards you.

You stood at your full height agin, 7ft. Taller then the Ghost himself who stands and stared at you. But this time you didn’t see anger or hate. But impression.

“Dirty trick soldier….good job” he said gruffly before stepping of the mat to join the rest of the team. You watch him in surprise before your attention is brought back to the sunshine her self. Who now wore a grin while winking at you.

“Alright! Good first spar but the only one to survive was soap. Ghost lost, because Y/N grew larger rather quickly. Shifters can vary in sizes, normally they have two main sizes. One is their true size” she points to you and you straighten up a bit with a proud huff.

“And then the animal size, which is self explanatory. But with training and practice they can fluctuate between those two sizes. Or like just now, go from one size to the other effortlessly” she explains as price comes back in. Having disappeared for a phone call.

“I got the paint ball guns and paint. Should be here first thing tomorrow.” He informed to which everyone nods.

“Alright any questions before we continue?” Dennis asked as you shrunk down back to a five foot tall form.

“Aye! So do you have any other forms? Like half ones or something?” It was soap who asked and you both tensed. Looking at each other, you shake your head, now wasn’t the time to go into different forms. You both knew the answer, she’s seen it before.

“That’s a question for him to answer…let’s get back to training” she said quickly and that’s what you all did, trained for most of the day. Winning, losing and perfecting techniques.

And so the missions count down begins.

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And here’s another chapter! I’m stopping it here because it started to feel like it was dragging on but In any case I hope you all enjoyed!! Feedback is deeply appreciated and I looked to sending out more chapters soon!!

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