#do you for the rabbit or do you go for the boy?

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Be Careful What You Wish For...

Summary: Whisphers of animals drained of blood in the forest circulate through your town. After an evening out with your friend, you stumble across the sourse of these rumors. Although, instead of turning away, you continue to spy, but the consequences for your actions soon catch up to you… 

Authors note: I decided to take a dark turn to this. It is a bit of a slow burn but so worth it I promise. This took a bit longer than I thought to write (sorry anon!) but I am very happy with the final product 

Warnings:  Kidnapping, Remmick kills a rabbit for food (no graphic description though, I was careful with this but let me know if you think overwise), knife play (?), Remmick cut’s readers dress, bondage, non-con smut

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Word count: 3.8 k

“And be home before sunset.” Your mother said sternly as she finished up washing the dishes. “I’ve heard the rumors of animals being bit wide open, blood drained, and a young man right on the border went missing last week. I don’t want you running into trouble.” She shook her head as the last of the plates were stacked on the drying rack.  

You rolled your eyes at her remark, tying your shoes in a double knot. Your family has always been the superstitious kind, hell, everyone in your town was. Tales of ghosts and monsters that lurk in the shadows, emerging when you least expect it. It was all such utter nonsense. You have lived in the Delta all your life, and the only thing that has given you a fright was when you opened the trash bin outside your house to discover a raccoon. 

“I promise mama.” Your tone was a bit more aspirated than you intended. Though you were past the age most would’ve already struck out on their own, between the quiet comfort of home and the weight of your family’s expectations, leaving had never felt like a real option. This evening you planned to go dancing out with friends, one of the few entertainment options the Delta has to offer. All you wanted to do was let loose, have a few drinks and maybe even sneak a kiss or two from the young men in town, not that your parents needed to know that. 

After tying your other shoe, you got up to make your way to the door. “Bye mama, see you in a bit.” You called out over your shoulder as the door shut behind you. 

***

You giggled loudly as you sipped a glass with your friend Nellie over the music.

“I swear to you I did.” Nellie spoke, still hunched over laughing. 

“At least tell me he kissed you after all that?” 

Your close friend was sharing a story about a boy she knows from church, and apparently, after last night, knows on a more intimate level. 

“Not even a peck on the cheek.” Nellie said with perfect annunciation. 

“Good lord. All that sucking for what?” 

“Y/n, shhh.” Your friend put her finger to her lips and started to look around her for any potential eavesdroppers. “What if someone hears?” 

“Who cares. At this point, who hasn’t sucked on something in this place?” You lamanted. “If they have anything to say then they are just hypocrites.” 

“Aren’t you the wisecracker?” You smiled smugley and shrugged. Things didn’t slip your mind easily, however, your sharp wit and fast tonge is usually what gets you in trouble. 

You could’t help questioning authority, pushing the bonds of what was permissible, especially from your parents. It was your little way of getting a thrill in a place where there wasn’t much to thrill about. 

“So, do you think any boy will get lucky tonight?” Nellie said while giving your shoulder a nudge with her own. 

You eyed the room around you. There were certainly good looking men, no doubt about it, but tonight you couldn’t be bothered. 

“Not tonight I’m afraid.” 

“Pity.” Nellie said with a pout.

“But not for me.” The two of you, like school girls, laughed profusely. 

“Did your mama also tell you about the incidents?” You asked. 

“Which Delta mama hasn’t? I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna keep my head down till this mess dies down.”

“You can’t be serious Nell.” You moaned. “It’s just a silly superstition, odds are it was some coyote or a bear. And the man skipped town after he knocked up some girll.”

Nellie looked less than convinced. “I’m not too sure y/n. Never in my years have I heard of animals being ripped open, blood almost all gone. Something is amiss, I feel it in my bones.” You frowned, but didn’t continue the conversation. Nellie was almost just as spooked as your mama, and you were not going to let a good day go to waste. 

***

After your feet started to get sore, you knew it was time to head home. You waved goodbye to your friend as you stepped out of the building. The sun still hasn’t finished setting, meaning you were in no rush to get home. Wanting to take advantage of the extra time, you decided to take the long walk by the river. 

You strolled leisurely by the water, feeling a warm air on your face and the gentle sounds coming from the forest around you. As your mind started to wander and daydream, a blurry movement barely caught your eye. 

You instantly left your dazy mind and focused on the scenery in front of you. However nothing seemed amiss. 

Blaming it on a trick of the imagination, you went on with your walk home, but then it caught your eye again, this time more clearly, somone, a man no doubt, was running several yards in front of you, remarkably fast. 

The sight took your breath away in surprise. Was the man chasing something? Was something chasing him? Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed the man’s path, carelessly straying from your way home. 

After walking in his direction for several minutes, you came to a clearing in the forest. A large area covered with tall grass and wildflowers with a log cabin in the center. You stood on the edge of the clearing, head peeking out from a thick tree. 

Peering to the window on the side of the cabin, you saw the same figure move. Eyes squinting for a closer look, you were able to make out the figure. From what you could tell, the man had a strong frame and dark hair. 

When you were about to stick your head out further for a better look, the man's head turned, and despite being somne 20 yards away, the red gleam in his eye was unmistakable. 

You gasped and moved back so behind the tree, hand to your chest. Realizing that the last rays of sunlight were slipping away, you ran back home, the burning red eyes you saw in the cabin burned in your mind. 

By the time you arrived home, night had just fallen, your mother gave you a stern look from her spot on the couch as she sat knitting. 

You knew she wasn’t happy with you pushing the boundaries of your curfew but not enough to say something. 

Aftering tucking yourself in bed for the night, eager to get a good night's sleep before your job tomorrow, you still couldn’t shake the haunting image of the man, and you decided then and there that you were going to find out who, or what he is. 

***

The next day after your humdrum work, you went to the same neck of the woods you were last evening, walking aimlessly through the trees, trying to use your senses to capture any unordinary sights or sounds. 

But, much to your misfortune, nothing seemed amiss. The Delta widlneress seemed to encomapss you completely, with nothing but birds chirping, the wind blowing through branches and the occasional rodent scurrying through the bushes.  Just when you were about to give up, you were able to once again find the cabin from yesterday. 

The thrill seeking part of you wanted to run up to the cabin and open the door, but the rational part of you knew it was unwise, if you wanted to find out anything more about this man, you had to be careful and keep yourself hidden. Exposing yourself too early might ruin any chances of learning more.

And so you waited. Right as the sun was setting, while walking the peremiter of the clearning, you heard the cabin door open. Just like yesterday, you stuck your head out from behind the trunk of a tree, this time from the front left side of the perimeter. You made sure to tell your mama that you would be with Nellie for the night, allowing you ample time for investigation. 

As the man was walking out, you shifted your position to allow yourself a better view, however, as your feet shuffled, a loud snap was heard from under your foot. 

His head snapped around to the sounds direction while you stood frozen in your spot. Thankfully, you were too far away, and the trees too thick for the mystery man to turn back around and dismiss the noise. You let out a long sigh of relief. 

This time, making sure to watch your step, you started to follow him slowly and carefully, keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you, moving from tree to tree.. 

Not long, a rabbit was hopping through the evergreens, catching the man’s attention. Staying hidden, you watched to see what he would do next. 

Waiting for the rabbit’s next move, the second the forest critter jumped, the man moved with unhuman-like speed to grab it as he went to his knees in the bush. You jumped back at the sudden movement gasping. 

When he rose again, the rabbit lay limp, but what happened next you could never expect. The man went to bite the rabbit, sinking its teeth in deep. 

Your lip parted in shock at the scene before you. Just like a car crash, you couldn’t look away. 

The man seperated himself from the rabbit, mouth covered in blood as he tossed the animal aside. 

Your brain slowly connected the dots. The critters found in the forest drained of blood, the missing man, the very sight in front of you. It all became crystal clear. You knew from your mama’s stories, and from everyone else in town for that matter that the smart thing would be to turn back and go home as fast as you could, But you were never one to let a good story end so soon. 

After he, the vampire, finished his meal, he jumped up so high it was if he were simply floating. He moved away from your position in the trees and soon out of your line of sight.  

You let out a humph of frustration, dissapointed that your inquiry came to an end. But you weren’t going to give up so easily.

***

Deciding to accept the loss, you go to Nellie’s place to spend the night to avoid your mother’s suspicion. It was a Saturday, and the day came and went as you went back to your parent’s house to help your mama around the house. 

But the moment the sun was setting. you knew exactly where to go. Giving your mama another lame excuse, you went back to the thick forest, this time knowing where the mystery man’s cabin is. 

Soon enough, you reached the wooden house, still trying to keep out of sight from the windows. Eventually, you saw him emerge from the other side of the clearing walking towards the house.

Your curious eyes continued to peer at him in pure wonder. How silly your mama was, how silly was Nellie and everyone else in town to throw such a fuss over a single man. 

As he was maming his way to the front of the cabin, he elevated himself from the ground just as he did the day before. Your head fell back, trying to see where he went off too, but the tall trees blocked your vision. 

Turning your head left and right, you tried to figure out where he could have gone off too, but the answer was given to you. 

“Hey there sweetheart.” You whipped your body around to the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was him.

“You must have thought you were being real clever weren't you?” He said smiling, slowly walking towards you. “I have to admit, I’m impressed, you hid yourself better than I thought you could, but I’ve been around long enough to know when someone has eyes on me.” 

Your cheast started to heave up and down, there was not a single word you could think of to say. 

“You really believed that a lil’ mortal like you could get away with spying on someone of my kind.” He began to laugh, the idea of it so ridiculously impossible it was funny. 

“Now, enough chit chat.” Instantly, he moved towards you with the unhuman speed you saw yesterday. You stumbled till your back hit a tree, his face now mere inches away from yours. 

“Tell me, did you find what you were looking for?” Your eyes widened and your body began to tremble in fear. How stupid could you be to purposely seek out one of the most dangerous creatures in all of Delta folklore? You let your ego blind you to the reality of the situation, and now your life, for all you knew, was in the hands of the man right in front of you. 

“I-“ You began, still not knowing how to answer the question. The man innocently tilted his head to the side, waiting for your response. 

“Please. Don’t hurt me.” Tears started to brew from the corner of your eye. “I promise I won’t come back, I won’t tell anyone.” You begged.

“But how can I believe you sweetheart?” He said in a tone so understanding that if it hadn’t been for the situation at hand you would have taken him for a gentlemen. "If there is one thing you have shown me these past few days is that you run into mischief head first, and I am not about to have some girl ruin my peace.” His fingers went to gently stroke the side of your face. 

“Don’t kill me.” You said as a rather pathetic last ditch effort to save your life.

“Kill you? A sweet thing like yourself?” He placed the palms of his hands against the tree, caging you in, allowing no chance to escape. 

"Now I may be a monster but I don’t just go around killing nice young ladies, espeically ones as beautiful as you.” His hand dropped down to around your neck, causing you to breathe in sharply. 

“No, I have a much better use for you.” It was impossible to not hear the eagerness slipping from his tone. 

His eyes trailed to your mouth, and a moment later, his lips were on yours. 

The sensation was more gentle than you were expecting, but things escalated in an instant. 

His body was completely against yours. His other hand pulled at your waist to bring you in closer while the hand around your neck started to squeeze. Your body squirmed, trying its best to break free from his clutches, but it only seemed to make him grab onto you tighter. 

“What’s the matter?” He said finally after ending the kiss. “You finally got what you wanted and now you want to run away?” The tears contined to stream down your face as you agonized over your own stupidity. 

“Don’t you worry, I will make sure you get exactly what you came here for.” 

***

You woke up in a daze, head pounding. The last thing you remembered was being in the forest, him kissing you, and then everything going dark. 

Looking around at your surroundings, it was made clear that you were inside the cabin, laying on a double bed. When you tried to rise, you found that you couldn’t, as your wrists were tied with rope to the bed frame, allowing your little mobility. 

That wasn’t the only disconfort. To your horror, you felt your panties were completely gone, your dress’s fabric was the only thing hugging your bare ass.  

“Look who’s awake? I was wondering how long my little lady would stay asleep.” Your head turned to look at his sideways figure leaning against the door frame, thumbs stretching on the bands of your panties. 

“Don’t worry." He said looking down, smiling at the fabric in his hands. “While I do admit I couldn’t help myself initially, I promise I didn’t go too far. Well, not yet at least.” He let out a chuckle. 

“I realized I never got the chance to introduce myself. I’m Remmick.” You didn’t respond, you didn’t have the words, and even if you did,  you felt too weak to say them.

“The least you can do is tell your gracious host who you are.” He scolded. 

Your lips remaind sealed in defiance. Never being one to follow what everyone else was doing, you sure as hell weren’t going to stop now. 

Remmick’s brows furrowed and he approached you, throwing the panties to the ground in frustration. His hands made their way up to your head as he grabbed your hair tightly. “You can make this difficult, or easy, it is entirely your choice.” His voice was low and serious. Not wanting to take any chances, you stammered out a reply 

“Y/n… y/n.” His grip loosened. 

“Y/n.” He said, testing the sound out loud for himself. “Well ain’t that a pretty name.” You stared at him defiantly, not wanting to allow him to break you. Whatever was to happen, at least your digity would survive.

“I imagine these must be unpleasent for you.” Remmick motioned towards the binds. “I do hope you understand it was just a precaution. I can’t have my little y/n running away from me can I?” You cursed under your breath. How could you have allowed yourself to be so arrogant?

“Now.” He started. “You can make this easy, or hard, entirely your choice. I am going to untie you, but if you fight back, or dare try to run away, I will lock you up so tight that you won’t see the sun again. Do I make myself clear?” 

You barely nodded, looking nothing more than a twitch, but enough for your captor to understand your asnwer. 

“Good.” He took out a switchblade from his pocket and cut each rope in two swift motions. 

“Now.” Before you even had the chance to sit up, Remmick’s legs went up to the bed, thick thighs pressed tighly againt your torso as he pressed the switchblade to the side of your neck. 

You gasp at the sensation of the cool metal, while he twirls the tip blade on your skin.

“I’ve had nothing but common forest critters to feast on for the past month. The last time I had the pleasure of drinking human blood was from that boy a few towns over.” The tears started to brim once more. “C’mon, don’t cry now, if anything you should be flattered. So long without a good meal and right when one is in my clutches I’ve decided against it.” 

He continues to press the blade against you, trailing it down to where your bare skin met the edge of your dress.

“There is another thing which I have gone long without.” Remmick began to cut the fabric steadily, stopping as he reached the bottom of your breasts. “So long without that I’m starting to forget how it felt.” With a click, the blade returned to the compartment, tossing it to the floor.  

It was impossible not to notice the buldge that was begging to be released from his trousers. 

“From the moment I saw your peering eyes I longed for this.” His dark blue eyes stared down at the sight before him, hands grazing but barely touching your breast. 

“And now.” Remmick placed his hands on the mattress, brinding himself closer to your face. “It’s finally happening.” 

Without warning, he closed the gap between you two. But unlike the one in the woods, it didn’t start slow, Remmick wasted no time in thrusting his tounge in your mouth, trying to taste as much of you as he could. 

His hands started to massage your breasts though his incision, nipples hardening at the touch. 

“Oh, y/n, the things you are doing to me.” 

You heard the metallic click of a belt while Remmick pulled the strip of leather, sliding it free through the loops. 

“I may be many things, but I am not selfish.” Unexpectedly, the vampire began to rub at your clit with his thumb. A low moan left your lips. 

“That’s it sweetheart.” Two fingers inserted themselves in your folds and gradually moved in and out while your clit contuned to be rubbed.  

“See how much better it is when you make it easy for me?” You didn’t dare respond, the humiliation was already burning through your face

Once your pussy was completely damp, he removed his fingers, completely coated in your wetness. 

“Enough teasing.” Remmick unzipped his pants and finally freed his cock. 

Your eyes filled with terror at the sight. The pure thought of having that inside you sent shock waves through your body. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, this shouldn’t hurt a bit.”

Perhaps he said to make you calm down, but it was still a lie. It did hurt. The stretch was more intense than you initially expected. Even with your soaked walls, you felt his shaft torturously move deeper inside you. 

Remmick groaned as he completely inserted himself. Once fully inside, he started to rock back and forth, testing the limits of how much your pussy could handle. 

“That’s it,” he whisphered, starting to thrust faster.

Your cunt started to throb at the penetration, but the pleasure it brought you was undeniable. 

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for an opportunity like this. I thought I’d have to go out of my way, but I guess destiny had other plans.” He continued to slam onto your pelvis, slapping your clit by the impact, sending an extra jolt of ecstasy. 

“To be honest, I thought about drinking your blood after this, but now I’ve had a change of heart. I could go for the rest of my days with nothing but rabbits as long as I have this to come home to.” If possible, your mind paniked even more. The idea that this would become your new reality, your new life scared you to no end. Your immortal captor sensed that thought too.

“Relax sweetheart. You will be well provided for.” With that, you could feel your climax approaching. 

Remmick resumed his movements, reaching to places so deep you didn’t even know possible. 

He reached one hand to your chin to lift your head up.“Come for me y/n.” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. 

Your peak finally arrived as your folds quivered in response. 

“That’s it sweetheart.” With a final thrust, his warm cum was coating your now sore walls. 

In one agonizing motion, Remmick removed his cock, covered in your wetness which dripped from his tip to your stomach. Making your humiliation known right in front of you. “It will take some time for you to truly enjoy this.” He dismounted you, massaging the insides of your thighs which already had streams of cum trailing down. “But I promise, you’ll learn to.”

[sparrows4bats]

So I saw another edit of Jondami and Would you Fall in Love with Me Again from EPIC the Musical and I have gone down the rabbit hole and may never resurface. (I am obsessed with musicals and world mythos, and this is hitting all of my special interests at once) I know other people have done their versions of this, so this is mine.

What if when Jon goes to space, there isn't a dimensional time difference? What if each second of those six years of absence is felt by those who love him?

They all search for Superboy, tirelessly, relentlessly, but they can't find him. The Justice League, the Green Lantern Corp, and every ally they have ever made across space and time look for a child lost in the stars. And they all fail.

Clark never stops searching even though they all beg him to.

Lois mourns but still prepares for her son's return.

Konner and Kara pick up what is left behind because the world didn't stop needing their help when Jonathan Kent dissappears, but they ache in their grief.

Damian just stops.

After six months go by with no news, he gets desperate, studies magic and science for a way to bring his best friend home. It never works, and every empty lead and false hope breaks him.

So Damian searches and waits.

He joins Clark on his search in any way he is able, defying his father. He stays with Lois when Superman travels too far for him to follow. He sits in Jons kitchen and eats at his table consumed with longing.

When Clark comes home empty-handed each time, Damian holds them both as they cry in his too small arms. Lois and Clark thank him every time. Look at Damian and see a boy who believes just as much as they do that Jon lives still, that he will be back, that misses him.

All three hope.

Jon didn't plan to be gone long, didn't leave purposefully, or give any of them momentos. Everything he ever owned looks as he left it, ready for when he returns. His books, his clothes, his unmade bed.

Damian doesn't try to return to normalcy without Jon at his side.

Even when his father threatens to take Robin from him if he does not return to Gotham, Damian just rips the symbol from his chest and leaves the cave. What is the point of being a hero without Jon beside him? They promised they would do that together, and Damian would not betray him.

The rest of the batfamily try to encourage him to take a new name, a new team, or make new friends, but Damian refuses every attempt. He will do those things with Jon when he returns, not a second sooner.

When Bruce tells him he is waiting on a ghost, Damian feels his heart break, and he leaves permanently. Jon wouldn't be welcome in Gotham, anyway. Not with the no meta rule.

Lois and Clark take him in. So Lois is never alone, and they can wait together.

Clark refuses to give Damian back to Bruce. Damian asked to stay, and Clark will be damned if ever lets a child leave again if they dont want to. Bruce loses his temper and accuses him of using Damian to replace his dead son. Batman and Superman don't speak to each other again for a long time.

Talia, surprisingly, gives them temporary custody. She understands Damians longing and will never forsake any part of him he inherited from her.

Nightwing and the others visit the Kent house weekly and accept that Damian will not leave. They learn to be a better sort of family, loving their brother and starting to hope again for his sake. All of the bats, besides Bruce, have dinner with Lois and Clark twice a month. The seat beside Damian is always left empty.

Damians pets join him at Kent Farm, and Damian can't help but greive because this is the future he and Jon used to joke about under their covers during sleepovers. They used to imagine living together with as many animals as they wanted and building somewhere safe to come home to.

At least Damian can have one of Jons dreams waiting for him.

He never mentions how Jon used to joke about marrying him one day, a childish proposal sealed in a pinky promise while Damian rolled his eyes. He remembers the way Jon pecked his lips afterwards. The memories burn now.

Damian realised long ago that he is in love with Jon. He will tell him one day.

After some time, Lois encourages him to go back to school. When she sees how bored he is, she gets him placement tests, and when he tests out, she sets him up at an online university. He accomplishes degree after degree and starts to help Lois with her research. They take down several corrupt labs and corporations together.

Damian goes to med school after seeing how many die without proper care while working with Lois. Damian hopes that Jon will be proud of him for still saving people, even if it's different without him.

They all still search. They all still cry when they find nothing. They all still wait.

Then one day, Jonathan Kent returns.

The Watchtower picks him up, and Dick calls them as soon as it happens. Lois and Damian are home at the time and rush to the Zeta tube with a desperate speed.

Clark is already waiting for them when they arrive.

They walk, the three of them, on shaky legs, holding their breath.

When Damian opens the door, he can't believe his eyes.

"Jon."

The man turns, and Damian freezes, beside him Lois sobs.

He is taller, Damian, despite his growth spurt still has to look up at him. His hair is longer, his black curls almost in his eyes. He has lost his baby fat and instead grown broader and more defined. There is a scar on his jaw and Damian dreads to think how he got it. His eyes, though, are the same bright blue, tired and heavy as they look.

Clark and Lois embrace their son falling to their knees, but Damian stays back until they are done.

Jon hugs his parents tightly, and when they come back to reality, Lois whispers in his ear too softly for Damian to hear, but Clark smiles at them and turns to look at Damian.

Then, Jon breaks the hug and walks towards him.

"Damian." He says as he reaches for him, voice so full of emotion that Damian wants to cry.

"Is it you? Is it really you, habibi?"

"I'm not the same as I was, I don't think I could ever be. With everything I've seen and everything I've done." Jon starts hesitantly.

"I killed, I hurt people, I tricked, I manipulated, I did everything I could to come back home, to come back to you." He admits. Jon looks away in shame, and Damian can't bear it. "I'm not what you were expecting."

He closes the distance and grabs Jons face.

"I don't care!"

"But-"

"No, you remember what you promised me?!" Damian demands.

"Of course! That we'd be heroes together."

"And?"

Jon blushes. "And that I'd build you a farm, give you a safe place to come home to." He swallows nervously, "That I would marry you one day."

Damian smiles so wide, uncaring of the tears running down his face. "I have waited for six years in your house, on our farm for my future husband."

Jon gasps, but Damian continues.

"I love you, Jonathan Kent, I don't care what you have done or will do. I don't care if you're different, grown, or anything else. You are mine."

Damian takes a breath and stares into his eyes. "In this life and the next, I will always wait for you. I dont care how long or what you had to do. You came back to me, and that is all that is important."

Jonathan closes the distance between them and kisses him, pouring passion, desperation, and astonishing love into it.

When he draws back, he whispers against his lips desperately, "Always, my love. I love you, I love you so much. I will do anything to bring me back to you, oh god. Damian."

Damian feels something unwind in his chest and pulls Jon closer still. They'd never let go of each other again. Here, in Jon's arms, Damian felt whole for the first time in years.

"I missed you every moment," Jon says finally.

"Me too."

[cutehoons02]

Enhypen hybird series!

In this series you will find 7 one-shots that can be read at your leisure, the series has yet to be completatat and missing Heeseung, Ni-Ki and Sunoo. This series is the fruit of my imagination and the characters are invented, they are all stories centered on the university, all 7 will be love stories with a happy ending.

*tags: everyone is a different hybrid (dog,cat,rabbit,husky,deer,black panther and fox) knotting, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, kisses, tension, fingering, masturbation (f.m)

Jake: Love: The Hybrid's Heart

*synopsis: What if you were to do a project on the economic boom that brought hybrids into the human world in terms of love and sex with Jake a golden retriever hybrid who at first glance looks like a puppy but slowly becomes obsessed with you, and you with your shameless insolence propose to write an essay on the overselling of sexual protections against hybrids? This idea of yours might be brilliant academically but on the plane between your relationship with the hybrid Jake could bring some spicy consequences

Jungwon: My posessive kitten!

*synopsis: You were in the shit, Your best friend had decided to move in with his boyfriend and you were looking for a roommate to even the apartment and every person you met to share the expenses didn’t convince you, until Jake your best friend’s boyfriend told you that Jungwon one of his hybrid friends was looking for a house and so you found yourself sharing the space with a kitten who looked so cute that he was crazy

Sunghoon: My lollipop girl

*synopsis: Y/n is a university student who crosses paths with Sunghoon, an enigmatic and mysterious guy, who turns out to be a rabbit hybrid. Amid provocations, power plays, and growing tension, Y/N tries to catch his attention with a lollipop, but he mocks her. Despite his authoritative behavior, Sunghoon can't help but be drawn to her. As Y/n learns more about his hybrid nature, including heat and the knot, their relationship becomes increasingly intense, filled with seductive games and emotional challenges that push them further to their limits.

Sunghoon: My lollipop boy

Jay: My favorite patient

*synopsis: Jay is a Siberian Husky hybrid, an "alpha" of his family, but something strange is happening: at 22, he has never experienced heat. Despite his dominant nature and the affection he has for those close to him, his body seems to be somehow "stuck." After a chance encounter with Y/n, a young veterinary student specializing in hybrids, Jay realizes that there is something unexpectedly binding him to her. As Y/n helps him uncover what is happening, the two find themselves facing the growing attraction between them, filled with tension and misunderstandings.

Heeseung: Make be mine (coming soon)

*synopsis: When you, a bright but impulsive student, agree to share the apartment with a dark-eyed and gloomy-looking hybrid deer, Heeseung, you know it’s going to be an intense experience. But you can’t imagine how. He is introverted, controlled, with an animal instinct that desperately tries to keep at bay. You're the opposite: human, daring, stubborn… and curiously attracted by that mysterious aura that Hee carries with her. Between daily squabbles, shared nights, growing jealousies and an imprinting that risks to bind them forever, the boundary between play and desire becomes ever thinner.

Ni-Ki: Criminal desire (coming soon)

*synopsis: In a secret university where humans and hybrids coexist under strict rules, you are a rare white panther hybrid with a blood disputed and desired, you are forced to seek protection from Ni-Ki, black panther, arrogant and dominant, that everyone fears. They accept a pretended pact of couple, but every kiss, every contact, shakes their boundaries. He writes the rules for her. You rebel. But when their bodies really bond together, they understand that nothing of what they are experiencing is just fiction.

Sunoo: Only yours forever

*synopsis: You and Sunoo have been friends forever. You and Sunoo have been best friends for years: he, orange fox hybrid, is used to stay close to you, cuddle you, spoil you and you are also a fox hybrid but of snows and both studied at the same university. But when your body begins to change (your first heat comes late, a sign that there is more inside you than you knew), your smell starts to charm it, to shake it. You try to ignore it, but the desire grows. Until one night you wake him up… With red cheeks, trembling, and you ask him what no one else could give you without hurting you but he knows, when a hybrid knocks forever his mate will remain his forever.. Can you see him more than your best friend?

I hope you like the stories and for the last 3 one-shots if you want to be tagged write me in the comments!

[oddly-casual]

A thought I have pretty often but don’t have the brain to properly express is the fact that between the Girlymatsu’s and the regular matsu’s the only one who doesn’t share her signature color with her counter part is Osoko.

Like obviously it’s in the back of her intro card, and it’s Osoko so we know red is supposed to be her color.

She wears red in all the added merch and bonus content too. Off the top of my head there’s the Jyushimatsu dolphin episode, Tabimatsu, and hesokuri wars. All of which she wears red unless it’s a special set or she changes back into her work uniform.

It could really be nothing, but it always kind of threw me off. All the other girls get their signature color, why not Osoko?

Even if it’s in a subtle way they could’ve done it. Like with the pine pattern on ichiko’s dress or Jyshiko’s bright blonde hair and colored contacts.

Osoko’s makeup is more pink than it is red. So where’d her red go? I had a few thoughts on this so I’m gonna spit some shit.

1. Shes trying to blend in

In the episode she’s introduced in, she gives this big talk about how woman are supposed to be. Being independent, knowing when not to let other men pay for you, being young and approachable. She says all this but so easily snaps the next second. My only guess for why she snaps so quick is because she does that with friends.

With her friends Osoko has no problems being angry, making faces, yelling at them, etc. We don’t know how she is outside of her friend group, but from the way she describes herself it doesn’t seem like she acts the same around everyone.

Osoko is a working woman, she has to be all those things to survive the work place. Bold, but not too bold. Red is a very bold color.

Red lipstick is mature, but it also might hint at promiscuity for some older folk and people who like to talk shit. Meanwhile pink is a more cuter and toned down version of red, that’s why Osoko wears it as makeup instead. She wants to come off as light and fun and cute when that’s not who she really is.

2. She wants to seem younger

It’s brought up a couple times and the show kind of hints at it, but Osoko and Karako are supposed to be the older so believe.

They dress more mature and scold the others for being immature, and the comment jyushiko makes about them being old and unable to have children looks like it seriously pisses them off.

Osoko talks about youth a lot in her first episode, especially about how it makes her seem cuter. You’d think it would be a Todoko thing, but Osoko mentions it more than once when she talks. Meaning being cute and young (compared to her older male coworkers) instead of being headstrong or beautiful, is important to her.

Karako wears red heals and red lipstick but I think that’s just her style. She is bold, her personality is loud and just like how Karamatsu likes wearing shades and leather jackets to seem like a cool guy, Karako probably wears red to show maturity and maybe even a bit of sensuality.

Meanwhile Osoko, who doesn’t like the fact that she’s getting older, wears a more youthful color. Being pink. Even putting it on her cheeks to add to the youthful look.

3. Identity crisis

Pretty much everyone knows about Osomatsu’s identity issues. He very obviously has no personality of his own and it shows- mainly in the fact that while everyone has their own casual outfits that show off their identity, Osomatsu still wears the family symbol on his plain red hoodie.

I don’t think the girlymatsu’s are supposed to be sisters, they call each other friends and have never been mentioned to be related. They are all very visually distinct from each other, and their personalities are on full display all the time in just how they dress.

There would be no need for the girlymatsu’s to wear distinct colors because there would be no need to differentiate them from each other.

The show does it anyway, obviously, because fuck it why not it’s cute- but again, Osoko doesn’t.

It could be because, like Osomatsu, Osoko has no idea who she truly is. She pours herself into this older sister persona to lure men in (her words), but she’s loud and crude and judgmental when separated from that.

Just like how Osomatsu makes his family his identity, I think Osoko makes work her identity. She wears her work clothes out and about, even when she’s on vacation. In season 2 when she dresses out of her wet suit she’s in her uniform again- and we know nothing about her personal life, not even in the small tidbits we get from the other characters.

I truly think identity issues is something every version of Osomatsu is faced with. Even if it’s not that, idk I just think it’s interesting. If you made it this far, kiss kiss.

Live laugh love Osoko.

[asydicsydney]

The Spine always wants to be human, but is the furthest from it. His 'humanlike upgrade' gets read as uncanny valley and no one is mistaking that silver plating for human skin

The Jon is frankly the most humanlike, but doesn't care. His gold plating could be mistaken for a natural skin tone and he has the most natural looking hair, plus literal human fingers

In this essay, I will-

[wybienova]

wgat the fuck where’d this anime boy come from 🍎🍎🍎

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[washichan]

I have to clarify that I don't like the DMC Netflix show in general so uh please interact with consideration for your well beings. 🙏

[wr0ngwarp]

human contradiction

a symbolic piece of jet set radio art that is so mired in headcanon/au stuff that the symbolism has no basis in canon and its halfway to nonsense. this is a picture of Beat

i actually had this art sitting around in my files for like half a year because i felt, like, Embarrassed to post this. but life is too short not to embrace the ouroboros of hypfix bullshit and i also want it out of my to post folder

bwaah

i dont even remember why i drew a bwaah of the Purely Metaphorical Cabbit Beat. whatever. bwaah

[pagesofkenna]

i am watching the dead boys show

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Someone come with me on this Modern British Musician Steddie AU journey

Because

This Eddie

And this Steve

Y'all

[animatronicabundance-archived]

“Grreeegooorryy~”

“Shit shit shit shit-”

The night had been going rather well for the young boy, after many trial and error through the mall, but his lucky streak had to run out eventually. Did it have to run out with the rabbit though? Any animatronic he was confident he could out run and hide from but her…whatever she was he knew hiding was useless. He had to out run her, he just had to out run her and then he could call Fr-

Gregory lets out a small scream as something goes flying past his face, white hot pain and his hand shakily clutched to his cheek. The knife, she had thrown the-......An advantage is an advantage , Gregory knows she has to go back for it and that buys him time. Gregory’s lungs burn like his cheek as he quickly dives into a nearby open vent, not caring where it took him as long as it took him anywhere that wasn’t the atrium.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

👀Sam be staring👀

And I be lookin' (respectively... sometimes.)

[psuejo]

❥ jjk!men when u put the pussy on quarantine :c

feat. gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, choso, n toji!

think this is obvious but GOJO isn’t lasting long at all. he’s far too needy, too desperate — even those overseas trips are enough to kill him. some might say he has a sex addiction, but he’d argue that he’s just addicted to you, his gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, goddess of a wife, and to the way both you and your cute cunt get so loud when he’s fucking you.

like now, for example — he’s balls deep inside of you, hips rutting against the fat of your ass with an almost desperate, mindless fervor. gojo is practically drooling all over your neck as he pumps into you, teeth and tongue working to leave dark, lovely hickies on your skin.

he’s like a dog finally free from its leash and ready to devour its favorite treat: you.

“t-toru, ungh— you cheater!” you huff, and your husband only chuckles, cerulean eyes glowing in the darkness of your shared bedroom.

“i never said i was gonna last, sweets.”

SUKUNA definitely thinks it’s a load of shit at first, but he tries to hold out. can’t let you one-up him so easily after all, even if he does end up crumbling within a couple days.

he can’t be blamed. what man (or, well, curse) can resist his wife? it was bound to happen; an inevitability, in his opinion.

all four hands are on your body, blunt nails digging into your skin as he grinds you against the mouth on his toned stomach. that big, drooling muscle stretches you all the way out, slurping up every dollop of slick and reaching into places you didn’t think possible.

“sukuna, w-were you really that starved—”

two thick fingers give a harsh twist to your puffy nipple, and you squeal, hips bucking and shoving that tongue even deeper.

“shut up. you knew this would happen.”

hell, he knew it too — he’d fisted both of his cocks so much that they were raw. even still, they throb in the cool air of your shared chambers, copious spurts of pre trickling down long shafts.

he can’t wait to get inside you.

initially, NANAMI would be okay with it. i mean, both of you are busy, and the chance to actually have sex properly (not just quickies in the shower or early in the morning, though he definitely enjoys those) never comes by often enough for him to really complain.

that is, until he realizes that his at minimum twice a week fix of his mouth on your pussy is something that he genuinely cannot live without.

everyone suffers for it, albeit unintentionally — coworkers (especially gojo, who’s strangely irritable himself), curses, slow ass cars on the street when all he wants to do is get home to you.

it’s a serious problem. he can’t go on like this!

“oh, fuck!”

nanami only groans, glasses crooked on his face as he bounces you in his lap. a repetitive up-down, up-down, up-down that never fails to be punctuated by a greedy clamp of your gooey walls.

“thaaaat’s it, pretty girl. missed you s-so much, shit—”

he swears heaven is a place on earth with you. how did he ever think he could survive without you and your sweet cunt?

imo GETO is sort of similar to sukuna. he thinks it’s total bullshit, and that you’ll cave before he will. you two fuck like rabbits, even with all of his cult duties. there’s no way you’ll make it past three days.

boy, was he wrong.

it’s been five days, and he seriously can’t take it anymore. work and mindless followers be damned — he has you bent over and spread out, face shoved so deep in your drooling mound that you’d think he was trying to fuse with it.

“ngh, fuck, angel,” he groans, the vibrations of his voice going right to your swollen clit and making you keen, despite your best attempts to stay quiet. “didn’t think this slutty girl could t-taste any sweeter...”

geto is a total addict, and everyone knows it.

you squirm, a taboo mix of shame and arousal lighting your body on fire. all those eyes on you, like geto is suddenly teaching ‘how to be a munch 101’ and you’re the example question. “suguru, please—”

he tuts right before delivering a harsh smack to your ass, one that has you gushing on his face with a loud moan. “there we go. let them all see what happens when my wife is naughty, hm?”

CHOSO is actually sort of okay. sure, he has a constant hard-on and he has to fight not to cream his pants whenever he sees you getting dressed or in the shower, but he’s fine. perfectly fine. resilience is key.

all that goes out the window when he catches you humping the pillow one night. he hadn’t meant to be awake, but maybe he has spidey-senses for your pussy or something, because the second you got yourself dripping wet rocking against that pillow, his body snatched itself from the realm of the unconscious.

“mm, cho, r-right there...”

he curls his fingers, the blunt tips of them caressing right against your g-spot and making your jaw drop. you swore you could do this, but going a week without your husband’s hands all over your body is just an impossible feat.

damn ovulation.

“like that?” he asks, all shy and puppy-like, but you know better. he knows he’s doing it right, just wants to hear the praise fall from your lips like some desperate whore.

and how could you not oblige?

“y-yeah, you’re doing so — hah — good.” your head falls back against the pillow, lashes fluttering. “jus’ like that, baby, mhm...”

your voice is so sweet, practically angelic. whatever you say goes, and although you haven’t told him to cum (yet), his boxers are already sticky and soaked.

oops.

out of sight, out of mind.

TOJI would be the most okay out of all them. he goes long periods without that honeyed cavern between your legs anyway, so he’s fairly used to it, but that doesn’t mean he never wants you.

because he definitely does. oh, god, he does.

pictures, sext threads, videos when you’re home alone, even the little movies he’s gotten you into making with him. all of that is what keeps him satiated while he’s away.

nothing compares to the real thing, however, and being home for two weeks without being able to even grind against you is killing him.

“ah, c-c’mon, doll.” his dick rubs between your folds, that swollen head catching on your sweet clit. “you don’t gotta... gotta be like this, ma.”

toji is pulling out all the stops: that compression shirt, the lowly slung sweatpants (both of which are discarded somewhere on the floor of your living room), your favorite snacks and little pet names.

you moan, soft and sweet, and his hips buck. “toji, hngh, y-you loser.”

he can only grin, scar stretching wide with his lips — of course this was a competition for you, and of course you won. he may be a levelheaded man, but there’s only so much a guy can take. he can’t deny himself of his wife to prove a point — he isn’t that insecure.

“yeah, baby, ‘m a loser.” he gives his freshly lubricated dick a couple of tugs before aligning the tip with your fluttering entrance. “now let this loser fuck you right, a’ight?”

[stormsbourne]

unhinged, btw, that bioware has to keep assuring people that the game is still dark and gritty because the cinematic trailer was kind of flashy and the art style has changed. for dragon age. the game that was doing "marvel dialogue" before the mcu even really existed (iron man came out in 08, dao came out in 09). the game with a species of hairless pig rabbits, one of which is named schmooples. the game with swooping is bad. the game where you could solve a sidequest about a pining elf boy by fucking the girl he's pining for. we're really gonna pretend this game series never had a significant amount of silliness and humor? fenris tells varric he likes to dance through the empty rooms in danarius' manor. hawke has an entire personality archetype that can be summed up as "shitposter." we're really going to pretend dragon age (the series where people can walk in on you and bull having kinky sex) is all dark and mature and has never had light or silly moments as a major part of its formula. insane

[notquitecanon]

Virtual Breadcrumbs || Poly!141 x hacker!reader

Summary: A kinda prologue to Search History, While you're having your menty b back on base, a little bit from the boys' perspective. Specifically Simon. Alexa, play Mastermind by Taylor Swift.  

Part One Next Part

CW: NSFW MDNI 18+ female pronouns , porn, porn, lots of porn allusion, the boys are all handsy with each other, Simon's lowkey manipulating the situation, again irl this is harassment, stalking warning to be safe? mentions of oral and vaginal sex, really just me being nasty from Simon's point of view

It took a long time to gain access to Simon’s inner circle. Simon Riley had a habit of being intense, all or nothing, especially for those he’s decided to care about. His captain and his sergeants were in that inner circle, and he cared deeply, implicitly, about them. Health, safety, happiness, and something Simon was especially attuned to was keeping them sated. A man of action and acts of service. 

Simon was neither a poet nor a psychologist, so he didn’t spend much time or energy putting definitive terms and conditions on whatever relationship the 141 shared. He cared and he was cared for, it was intimate on all levels, and that’s all that mattered to him. 

A bond forged in bombs, bloodshed, and loyalty above all else.  Four soldiers at the top of their game, literally battle-hardened (double entendre completely intended). He was content with his little circle. 

However, he couldn’t fault the boys for missing something a little softer. Something a little sweeter, something a little more pliant. Hell, Simon wouldn’t mind burying his nose in a neck that didn’t smell like sweat, blood, and gunpowder.  

That’s where you came in. Simon’s sharp eyes didn’t miss anything. 

He saw how Price’s signature little smile rested on you whenever your explanations turned a little rambling, the look of pride in his eyes when you cracked a hard encryption- he’d called in a favor from Laswell to recruit you after all. How the Captain didn’t scold you when your work outfits were outside the civilian regulations (which was often), not that Price minded the view when you’d drop something and bend over to pick it up in your pretty skirts and heels. 

He saw how Gaz would lean over your shoulder, just a hair too close to be friendly, and watch in a little bit of awe as you worked, how the two of you spoke in code (literally) to each other. He would watch Gaz get a little hot in the face with your flirty little quips over comms, voice a little tight as he returned them. How the sergeant would bring you little pastries or coffees on days they were on base, how prided he seemed when your face lit up, and when you’d unexpectedly touch him- grab his hand or bicep with your pretty painted nails? Simon would notice how Kyle would excuse himself to go do something else, sometimes dragging Soap off with him.

And Johnny. He tried not to show it, the Scot was as loyal as they came. A dog, Simon called him often, a mutt when he was being obnoxious. Simon’d noticed Johnny literally sniffing around you, his head following the lingering scent of perfume and shampoo when you passed. He was touchy with you, passing it off as being friendly, hugging you just a bit too tight to feel the squish of your body against his- a kind of softness Simon, Price, and Gaz just couldn’t replicate. It was a sport for him, to get you to blush or stutter. 

And, fucking hell, the banter. Your voice, slightly crackly through their headsets, leading and chiding them through missions. Something about the distance or facelessness of it made you bold and teasing. Soap would egg you on over comms, sending you both down teasing explicit rabbit holes, until Price would remind both of you that the brass had access to these audio files, and you’d get shy and go quiet, but not for long.  Gaz was fairly smooth with it, not often getting out of hand until you clicked off and he’d adjust his pants and collar mid-op. Something about Price’s authority kept you a bit tamer on him, but sometimes you would slip, and the way you got all shy and apologetic, Price’s chest would puff up a bit, beard twitching with a smirk as he’d ’scold’ you. 

Simon’s men wanted you, bad. But none of them were going to be the first to admit it, none of them wanting to be the first to want more. Their loyalty to each other was their greatest value, but it was holding them back this time. But Simon had a plan, all he had to do was plant the seed. 

__

The 141 had holed up in a grungy safehouse to rest and recoup before moving on to the next portion of this assignment. ‘House’ was a bit generous- there was no central heating and it was little more than a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, the living room was basically just the foyer with a pull-out couch that took up the entire floorspace when pulled out.  The mission hadn’t gone to shit, but it was proving tedious, and stretching into a longer commitment than they’d planned for. Price was miffed about the time commitment, but it wasn’t anything new, it happened all the time. 

Waiting for transpo from Nik and information that you were working on. Even Simon felt the sting of disappointment when you’d told them you’d need them to quit calling, that the data Price requested from you was proving to be a challenge that needed undivided attention. They were bored. Price and Gaz had slipped off somewhere so the Captain could work out some of his irritation, which in turn got Soap huffy and touchy. 

Which was why the Scot was sitting, spine curled into Simon’s side, laid across the sofa still in full gear, long legs over the side while Simon simply sat up straight ( "s’too fuckin’ cold f’ this shite", he’d muttered after they’d found the wood for the old fashioned wood stove was both wet and molding, "Body heat it is, fucks sake." ), military-issue tablet using the secure network you and Gaz had set up. Too tired to do much of anything, too mission-wired to truly relax, restless and a little homesick.

Simon wasn’t surprised that it only took two rounds of solitaire before the Scot switched to the browser and started to look through the homepage of a porn website he didn’t recognize. They both knew this strategy, get yourself off a few times and your brain releases enough ‘good’ chemicals that you might be able to get some sleep. Johnny did seem uncharacteristically indecisive, getting quickly squirmy and irritated, as he continuously clicked ’next page’ waiting for something to catch his eyes.

A sniper always sees a good shot when it lines itself up, time to plant the seed. 

"Give it ‘ere." Simon gruffed, plucking the tablet out of Johnny’s hands, only smirking at the coarse language Johnny offered in return, though he didn’t attempt to get the tablet back. Waiting curiously and not so patiently for whatever Simon was going to produce, what a good dog.  The lieutenant took a couple minutes to find the right seed to plant, using key phrases that produced the results he was looking for. 

He let Soap peruse his yieldings. The actresses had some things in common, familiar hair and eye colors, familiar because they shared them with you. And the actors doing such filthy things to them? Well, that was the seed (double entendre not intended) Simon was planting, the bone he was throwing to Johnny, all the actors were Scottish.  The sniper knew his shot landed when Soap muttered under his breath, taking the tablet back, hips shifting a bit subconsciously as he scrolled, watching the thumbnails give little snippet previews, "Steamin’ Jesus, Lt…" 

"Seen you sniffin’ around our analyst. Pretty bird." Simon shrugged but his eyes were just as fixed on all the thumbnails, girls that looked vaguely like you in all sorts of positions getting rammed on Johnny’s- sorry, the actor’s cock. He saw the look of (Catholic) guilt on the sergeant’s face, swirling with lust and a pretty flush under his stubble, so Simon swooped in with another seed, motioning to a thumbnail where an actress with the same hair as you was moaning, "Bet our bird'd look better, bet she’d sound better." 

The guilt was gone, the seed planted and flourishing in the Scot’s brain, Johnny’s lips growing into a wicked grin as he settled on a video, not bothering with headphones or squirreling away in the bathroom.  One video turned to three, the two men taking turns chiding and teasing the other, and when his sergeant finally burst, it was your name he called out. 

Yes, his plan was going to work beautifully. 

___

For a quick two-minute search with the sole purpose of quickly getting Soap off, Simon hadn’t been displeased with his results. Neither had Johnny if the spring in his step and uptick in screen time was any indication. The actresses shared features with you, but he was positive there was a closer match out there. And since he couldn’t exactly ask you, their lass in the chair as Soap called you, he turned to their other tech guru and the next part of his plan. Kyle. 

He was a bit more straight-laced than either Simon or Johnny, he’d be harder to convince. Simon didn’t know if he had it in him to debate the morality of purposely seeking out a porn star that was as close as physically possible to you… Or how that might affect the relationship amongst the 141… Ghost wasn’t known for being the moral backbone of the task force, and this wasn’t an issue that could exactly be bullied to be won.  

So, when first met with some resistance even if Garrick’s face was flushed and he was shifting in his seat, ("Simon, that’s… I don’t know what but it’s not right. What if she finds out-") he delegated some orders to Johnny. 

Simon didn’t know what the Sergeants got up to- that’s a lie, he had a pretty good idea, and he expected a repeat performance later- but when they came back, Kyle’s eyes were still a little glazed and his shoes were on the wrong feet. 

"Well?" Simon raised an eyebrow looking up from the rifle he was meticulously cleaning. Johnny was smirking smugly, belt still undone, nudging the other sergeant to remind him to answer their lieutenant. Gaz was nodding wordlessly for a moment, running a hand over his hair, slumping back in front of his military-issue computer, and opening a private browser. 

"Yeah… Yeah, mate, I’m on it." Kyle was practically still panting from whatever Johnny had done to/for him. Simon smirked, going back to his rifle, until after a moment when Kyle’s voice was more level, he added his requirement, "If I find her-" 

He paused, cheeks heating a bit as he reworded himself a bit, "A look-a-like, I mean, I get to taste her first." 

Simon could work with that. 2 down, 1 to go. 

____

Lastly, John Price. Saved him for last for a reason, but he was also the easiest. Simon waited until the assignment was on the up and up again. Summit fever to push through and go home had its claws in all of them. He knew it was a good time because, after the last firefight and subsequent march through the woods to a safe zone, all the boys were too tired to fool with each other... much. Price was sitting against a tree, that ridiculous hat of his resting on his propped-up knee, face illuminated by his cigar and the light of his phone.

Wordlessly, Simon crouched beside the captain and held his hand out expectantly for the phone. Price blew his smoke with a quirked brow but was curious to what the sniper had in mind, placing the device in the waiting gloved hand. 

"What’re you up to, Simon?"  Price inquired suspiciously, lowering his eyes to the light of the screen as it was handed back to him. His blue eyes, older looking than the captain really was, widened for a second before darkening in the low light of the forest, "So this is what the Sergeants’ve been on about, uncanny…" 

Price watched the very short prelude, a woman who looked so much like you, wearing something a little racier than you’d wear to the office but as blood rushed elsewhere, Price found the realism didn’t matter much when if he squinted… it was you stripping off a cardigan and letting some sort of authority figure pop the buttons of your blouse before shoving you under a desk with your pretty painted lips wrapping around his- sorry, the actor’s throbbing cock… 

Seeing the way John’s expression shifted, Simon smirked under his mask, raising back to his full height and returning to where he’d stashed his gear. His plan was almost complete, they were in the final stretch.

___

Simon was watching over Johnny’s shoulder, his hips occasionally rutting through his clothes into the scot’s back, a video that the sniper had chosen. Soap thought it was really funny that it happened to be from your doppelganger's Halloween playlist, but now was just as entranced watching the tall domineering figure clad in all black and mask absolutely ruin you her. The bed was a perk of finally making it to an actual base, with officer’s barracks, waiting for the official expo back to you home.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon groaned, biting Johnny’s shoulder through his mask and the sergeant’s t-shirt, as gloved hands twisted into hair just like yours. It was hard not to insert himself into the fantasy. A knock on the door made him growl, pulling him away from the delicious video and friction that Soap’s weight against him was providing. With more force than really necessary, Simon whipped the door open, only relaxing a little bit when Price was standing there with Gaz, both of them with their strategizing faces on. So, he wasn’t the only one making plans lately.

“See the new video that got posted?” Gaz questioned, looking down to unlock his tablet undoubtedly sharing it over to Johnny’s laptop still playing on Ghost’s bed. Both Lieutenant and Sergeant shook their head no. Johnny clicked on the share notification, releasing a breath that puffed his cheeks and raised his eyebrows as he read the title alone, the video still loading in the base’s less than ideal wifi (the 141’s latest habit undoubtedly eating up most of the bandwidth). 

It was your doppelganger’s stage name accompanied by the words Barrack’s Bunny Gets Gang Banged! 

“Fuckin’ Hell.” Simon repeated, words almost snarling his jeans chafing him as his cock twitched in his still buttoned jeans. 

“We’re having a dinner at mine.” John decided cooly, seemingly unrelated, leaning in the doorframe. His demeanor was its usual casual confidence, but his eyes were dark with the kind of want that spelled disaster for anything that stood between him and his goal. The seeds Simon had planted were growing like invasive weeds, wild and quick, “She’s invited.” 

“How’re we playin’ this?” Simon questioned relinquishing the reins to his captain, he was just as much of a soldier as the rest of them, he took orders well, watching as Gaz joined Johnny at the foot of the bed, both Sergeants watching the video together, hands already starting to wander, gear being unbuckled and unsnapped. Price smirked at the sight, adjusting himself through his camo cargos. 

“Cooly. Don’t wanna spook th’ sweet thing.” He smiled, mostly to himself making himself comfortable on the tiny futon that had been cramped in Simon’s room as an ‘officer’s luxury’. The captain dwarfed it, and patted the limited space beside him for his lieutenant to join him, “We’ll have ‘er eating out of our hands. And then we’ll have her.”

Price said this with the same easy decisiveness as he’d have busting a terrorist cell, but the curl of his lip, how his legs spread to accommodate the growing erection in pants noted the difference for Simon, his captain nodding towards the Sergeant’s watching the video, their breaths already getting heavy. Kyle’s hands fisting the bed's blankets like he might slip away and Johnny’s hips were already rocking a bit. Price’s smirk grew, eyes flicking to Simon before looking back forward, “You’ve been busy, Simon. Never miss anything, do you?” 

It was a mix of praise and teasing that, from his Captain, made Simon’s affirmative grunt a bit lower, something twisting in his gut, like a pet that wanted to be stroked more. Price chuckled deeply, nodding, “Bet that thick head’a yours hasn’t considered why you noticed alluv our infatuations with our little analyst, ‘ave you?” 

Simon didn’t respond, watching how Johnny’s eyes lit up much in the same way they did when he was presented a puzzle (bomb) that caught his interest, how he moved Kyle’s hands aside and rewinded the video, once, twice, three times at something your lookalike did that scratched his brain just right. Mutt, Simon thought, waiting for Price to continue, knowing that the captain couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit. He’d expected as much, maybe a vulgar comment or two. He was not expecting a truth bomb that turned him both introspective and horny. 

“Only reason you noticed how much we liked ‘er, cause you’re always watching her. You watch her just as much as y'watch any of us, wonder what that might mean?” Price shrugged, one hand working at his belt buckle before motioning for Gaz to turn the volume. The Captain actually laughed at the look in Simon’s eyes that most would miss before nodding back to the video and the Sergeants, “Now, watch the show."

Fucking hell. 

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Maybe it was that little bite of introspection or the flight home where they fleshed out every last detail of their plan to get you, the real you. (“Gaz and Johnny’ll do the leg work, play up the charm, and Ghost and I’ll work the opposite angle, strong and silent.”). Maybe it was how eagerly excited Soap was or how Ghost spent his extra time scrolling through your Instagram. Maybe it was the two brief interactions with you upon returning to base- how pretty your eyes were looking up at him through your lashes, how good you smelled, the movement of your skirt as Johnny spun you around, how you got jittery under his slightest touch in the briefing room… 

By the time he found himself on Price’s couch, he was impatient. Knee bouncing, checking his watch, making Gaz track your location. When you’d been sitting out in your car for more than fifteen minutes, he all but growled, snapping at Soap, “Go get ‘er.” 

And when Soap guided you inside, pulling one of those bright smiles out of you with his own jokes, and Gaz was helping you out of your coat like unwrapping a present, your cheeks already flushed all pretty from the Sergeants’ tag team flirting routine… He didn’t think he could wait for Price to put the steaks on the grill, he needed something to sink his teeth into, sooner rather than later. He was sure if he bit the curve of your neck, it’d be a lot like biting into a ripe peach… supple and sweet. Just like you. 

Oh, his plan had worked, the seeds were planted and growing and overtaking every other thought in his mind other than making sure him and his boys were sated at dinner tonight, and you were on the menu. 

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To quote Sir Mix-A-Lot, "Little Does she know I'm a nasty DAWG."

Y’all are getting this because my writing app deleted what I had done on Search History pt 2. Reminder- the reader is loosely based on Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. The physical description is pretty vague, but lots of skirts and heels and makeup are mentioned, and I might have gotten carried away and implied

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