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Is there by any chance your "Lost in the Woods" story could be a series? I absolutely fell in love with the two parts and if the story will have more, I can't wait (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

It will! I planned to make it a series ever since I started it. I have a good idea on the plot, but I'm still working out the finer details. I can't say updates to it will be consistent as I write when I get in the mood, but I'm also writing other things as well. I'm so glad you are enjoying! I just saw a few fics of werewolf!141 and that was all it took for my brain to start coming up with ideas.

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Rabbit Flirting with Wolves

A/N: This was supposed to be made a LONG time ago, originally was the plot for part 2 to Run, Rabbit, Run but I didn't think it would work as a good part 2. This can be considered in the same universe/another part to it or something by itself. This is all from a DougDoug video making a joke about appealing the 3rd amendment (DougDoug Repeal The 3rd Amendment ). This is probably shit but hopefully you enjoy! This is my little farewell as I will be gone for a month while I recover from surgery, I will see you all when I get back!

Summary: You try to flirt with the 141 by making jokes about letting big, beefy soldiers into your home and bed. They take it as an invitation.

Words: 925

Warnings: Flirting, fluffy, suggestive themes, yandere themes, MDNI, implied anxious reader, no y/n, lad/bonnie/dove/bunny used for read but reader is gender neutral, bad accents, probably spelling errors

You thought it would be funny to tease your, utterly handsome, neighbors with some jokes from a YouTuber you found. You thought it would all be in good fun, a way to finally get back at Johnny and his flirty comments.

Your first joke was when they had invited you over for dinner, after John complaining that you needed real food and not the cheap stuff you can afford to make.

You can't lie and say you were confident about it, worrying they would take it wrong. You had seen how scary Simon could be if someone threatened their polycule and you didn't want to lose that because of a dumb joke. But after another stupid joke that Johnny had made about Price, you decided to shoot your shot.

"You know I've always wanted hunky soldiers to come inside me-" You let out a little fake cough. "I mean inside my home."

Kyle nearly chokes on his food after you say that and Johnny starts CACKLING. "Bloody Jesus, Lad! You just tried to kill poor Kyle!"

You immediately feel awful at how bad that went, but Kyle swats away any hands that try to help him. "Give a man a warning next time, Dove." Kyle says, even though he is still coughing a bit, this time it's with a smile he can't contain.

You hear Simon let out a snort while John can only shake his head in disappointment, before he turns to you. "You need to stop listening to Johnny, he is having a bad influence on you."

"Aye am doin' no such thin'!" Johnny shouts in mock offensive which causes you to start laughing as well. Maybe the joke wasn't that bad.

But oh! You had them eating out of the palm of your hand. Johnny spent the rest of the night after you left talking about what you said, questioning the others if you were serious about your joke. They couldn't even lie and say they weren't questioning the same thing. They had been subtly trying to get you to fall for them every since they met you. Maybe they didn't need to kidnap you to have you fall in love with them like they had first planned...

The next time you made one of your dumb jokes was during a movie night on their couch. You had all settled down while Kyle scrolled through channels and everyone, mainly Johnny, gave their input. This was the exact moment you took to strike.

"If a soldier can't randomly come into my home, take a shower, and spoon with me, what can they do?" You asked in an exasperated tone.

Immediate silence followed as the four started you down, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Maybe now was a bad time for a joke.

Before you could apologize, John cracked a smile and asked. "Is that what you think we do? Look all pretty so we can come warm your bed?"

You couldn't even get in a retort before Johnny quickly went from being in the middle of the couch, cuddling with his boyfriends, to practically throwing himself on top of you at one end of the couch. He had on one of his mischievous smirks as he turned his head to look up at you. "Is this all ya needed, Bonnie? A nice beefy soldier to keep ya warm?"

You think you could die happy in this moment with Johnny using his weight to keep you close to him. He refused to get off for the rest of the night and, your sure, he would have stayed there, if John hadn't warned him to get off of you or he wouldn't let him see you for a week. Johnny pouted the whole time as you gathered your stuff to leave. Getting reprimanded later to not push too much, incase you hated their attempts to get you to join their relationship.

The third, and last, time you tried one of your jokes was when they had invited you to come with them to a club. You had been having fun when one of the jokes popped into your brain and the alcohol was not letting you second guess yourself.

"We should let those poor big, burly soldiers into our homes. I've been needing a roommate for awhile now."

This one got you a reaction you didn't expect. Simon, who sat right next to you, turned to look at you with disapproval before simply saying "No."

The embarrassment started to creep in thinking you finally pushed your luck this time, but instead Simon, once he finished his glass, scoped you up and plopped you in his lap. You couldn't even think about running away as his arms circled around your waist. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear, "You don' need no other soldiers, you have four right here. You think your jokes are something stupid to get a good rise out of us, but they have done more than you know. If you ever think about lettin' another soldier sleep with you in your bed, I will personally beat the block to a pulp. You made your bed, now lie in it."

All words had failed you as you could only open and close your mouth like a fish. You had turned to look to the others to see their reaction, but their smiles and soft eyes had taken a different turn. You felt like a sheep being stared down by wolves, but this was what you wanted, right bunny?

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♠️♥️Intro♦️♣️

♣️Name: Mr. Midnight/Midnight/M

♦️Pronouns: He/they

♠️What I write: Whatever is bouncing around in my head. Currently it is the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare reboot series. So you'll likely see me write for different fandoms in the future. Also, I write mainly gender neutral readers but I also do fem/masc/afab/amab if you ever want to request a gender for the reader, feel free to!

♥️Schedule: Non-existent

♣️What I won't write: Rape/Sa/abuse (I dont mind using it in backstories but I won't write graphic scenes of it.)

♦️If it's NSFW: No piss/scat/blood/knives/guns as I'm not comfortable writing that.

♠️No Minors as I like writing dark themes and, sometimes, NSFW stuff.

♥️Request: Open. Please be nice and respect what I won't write for

♣️Want to be tagged in something I post or for future series parts? Simply ask!

♦️You can also find me on AO3! It's the same user but spelled a little different (TwistedAffectionsForU) Though I'm behind on uploading fics over there.

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Sub!Poly!141 x Dom!reader

A/N: My first dom/sub cod work is here! I was reminded of a fic I read about Gaz not wanting to go back to his flat as it felt lonely, so he stays with one of the 141 when he isn't deployed. Also a headcanon I saw of putting the 141 in cock cages when returning from deployment. I wish I could remember the fics 😭😭 but this is inspired by those two.

Summary: The 141 always had a hard time returning to civilian life off of base, but you are there with a helping hand and their collars to ground them.

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, no smut, dom!reader, sub!141, 141 having a hard time adjusting to being civilians again, hurt/comfort, collars, bdsm themes, MDNI, probably typos

Task Force 141 always had a hard time readjusting to life after coming back from an op. Especially if it had gone tits up like the one they were returning from.

Their intel had been false and used to trap them, thankfully, they were quick to think on their feet. Everyone got out safe and their mission was somehow successful. Though, this had left them in a perpetual fight or flight mode. Feeling antsy the whole ride back to base, even being pressed close together, for the comfort of each others presence, wasn't enough to settle their nerves.

Even the sight of you, hurriedly rushing to embrace them after they got in the door to John's flat wasn't enough. The flat John had that became the 141's, and your, home. The flat that was, basically, where they spent all their leave instead of their own places. The place that felt and smelt like home, where most of their stuff was and where you would be when they returned. You who, they swore, would never see a battlefield a day in your life. Over their dead bodies.

It took you leaving, for nothing more than a minute, and returning with their collars to put them even slightly at ease. The weight of their designated collars fitting snugly around their necks finally helping to alleviate their overworking minds.

You had told them to drop their stuff where they stood, in the entrance of the flat, and then go sit at the table you had set. They could smell the meal you had made, after Price had sent you a message that they returned to base safe.

They did it without question; once the collars were on, you were in control. What you said was law, and they were to follow orders.

Johnny would be the first to come back to himself, he was the easiest to get out of their post op state of mind. Orders easy to follow to help guide his mind back to the present, back to the safety of home.

Gaz would follow after, always having more on his mind than he let others know. Always thinking over what could have been done better, what he could change in the future. The relief of being home and with his partners at his side to rid him of his never ending doubts would help him to ease back into off base life.

Price would be second to last, the perpetual headache of being the captain making it harder to come back to his civilian self. Having to always question if he made the right calls, dealing with higher ups, the endless paperwork, the need to be one step ahead of every plan; it ate away at his brain. Being reminded he wasn't on base, that his lovers were no longer the soldiers he was scared of leading to their deaths. You would remind him to simply follow your orders and let you take care of the rest, take care of him.

Ghost would be the last, always on edge, never fully feeling relaxed unless he was in a space that felt like a true home to him. Sometimes, that wasn't enough. He would need proximity to everyone, need to be able to hear and see that they were ok. He was the one to always survey for danger, even if the danger did not exist inside their home. Once he felt nothing could touch those he loved, or himself, he would start to relax. A fully relaxed Ghost would take more time, but the lot of you were more than happy to give him that time.

You would feed them and get them cleaned, before having all of them in a big tangle of limbs in Price's ridiculously huge bed. You guys could deal with their bags in the morning, tonight was for reminding the boys that they were home and safe.

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I

Need

More

Of

Both

Stories.

I'm greedy

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Lost in The Woods (pt 2)

A/N: I didn't realize how long it has been since I wrote the first part of this story. I've had a lot going on and more things to do in the future, but here is part 2! Apologies for making you wait 🐍 anon!

Summary: Retired!Werewolf!141 (+Nikolai, Alejandro, and Rudy) deal with the aftermath of finding an injured human. The news is not taken well, but they can't send the human back in the state they are in.

Words: 1,380

Warnings: Blood, death, werewolves (not omegaverse), yandere, unhealthy relationships (MDNI and I do not condone this type of behavior), implied specie hatred, distrust of human, comfort, nonsexual nudity, implied trauma, lad used but reader is gender neutral, reader being kept against their will

Kyle sees Price’s truck and Rudy’s jeep in the driving way as he makes it back to the house in a matter of seconds. He can hear some of their voices and smell them, but not all are there. He knows John is there with Alejandro and Rudy, but Simon isn’t back yet. Kyle shifts back into his human form before heading inside, there are clothes on the couch closest to the door waiting for him. He sees ones for Soap and Simon as he quickly dresses and heads in the direction of the sound of the voices.  

The eyes of the other men are on him as soon as he enters the kitchen. He doesn’t get a word in before they are coming over to check on him. Rudy is the one to start asking him questions. “Cariño, what happened?! We smelled blood as we were getting home. Ghost fucking took off by himself as soon as he smelled it. ¡El penedjo!” 

As much as Kyle loves their concern, he needs to alert them of who will be coming into their home before Nikolai and Soap return. He gently brushes away the concerned hands with a calming smile as he finally to get a word in over all the questions Rudy keeps asking him. “Not broken. Found a human who is though, Nik is brin’ them back.” 

Kyle can see the instant the words sink in to them; the way they all tense like they would before an op. He can sense their dislike of the idea and can see Alejandro ready to argue about bringing a random human into their safe space, but Rudy is dragging him away to help him get the medical supplies they need. He can hear Alejandro’s complaints even as he helps Rudy, Rudy even snapping at him to shut up.  

His gaze flicks to Price, the one who usually in charge and trying to calm everyone, and sees how his muscles haven’t relaxed even a fraction since the news was dropped on him. Kyle wraps his arms around his waist and leans his weight into him, as he hugs him tight, to help ground him. 

It takes a few minutes of them remaining like this before Price starts to relax with a tired sigh. “Bloody hell. This is not goin’ end well.” He grumbles as his arms finally wrap around Kyle, keep the man pressed tight to him.  

Kyle buries his head into Price’s neck, simply breathing his smell in for a moment. He does feel bad to trouble his partners like this, but even Nikolai and Soap could see how injured the human was. The human didn’t seem to be faking the scene, and the smell of distress was evident on them. Kyle didn’t spot any weapons on them or else he would have warned Nikolai of them.  

Kyle’s musings were stopped as Price cupped the back of his neck to gently pull him away from his neck so they would be eye to eye. “You’re worried too. Know you wouldn’t bring a threat into our home. Human that broken?” 

Kyle hadn’t realized how on edge he was till Price assured him that he knew Kyle was only doing what he thought was right. He still questioned his own judgement sometimes, no matter how long he has been at Price’s side. He always felt like he gave in too easily to what he thought was someone in need, which would unfortunately harm his team. Price assurance took some of those uneasy thoughts away. He was positive you needed the help and that they could be the ones to do it. 

Their little moment was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and Soap’s pitiful puppy whines as Nikolai shooed him back outside to shift. Price was quick to let Kyle go and assess the situation, finally getting his first look at you. You did look broken. He could see the blood covering your abdomen and Nikolai’s shirt, which he had taken off so you could press it to your wound. You had multiple scraps and probably some bruising as well. Probably more injuries that would show themselves with time. You couldn’t leave here in that state; Price couldn’t allow it. 

Nikolai gave Price a curt nod before heading up the stairs to their spare room, Kyle following close behind. They mainly used this room for when Kate would visit, but it was the only other free room in the house, and you were not going to sleep on the couch with your injuries.  

Nikolai gently place you down on the soft mattress and kneeling in front of you, before peeling away the shirt to get another look at your wound. Nikolai didn’t have to ask Kyle about the med kit as Rudy, and a grumpy Alejandro, were quick to join them. Rudy kneeled beside Nikolai, popping open the kit and getting the supplies he needed. Alejandro stayed by the door with Kyle, not getting in the way of the others but not wishing to leave them alone either. Kyle placed his hand on Alejandro’s lower back to try and help with his unease at your presence. 

Price listened to the sounds of the others moving around their home, needing to make sure everyone was ok. He turned his head as he heard Soap approach, still shrugging on the clothes left out for him. Price raised an amused eyebrow at the pout the Scot wore. 

“Not allowed to ‘elp as aye spooked the lad.” Soap explained, his pout deepening as he came to wrap his arms around Price from behind. Price couldn’t help the chuckle of laughter that escaped him. 

“Always told you, you were too friendly in wolf form. Always scarin’ everyone to bloody death when a big old wolf comes over to try and befriend you.” Price teased even as Soap playfully bit his shoulder in retaliation.  

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the boys trying to help fix you back up. Could hear the pained sounds that you would occasionally let out when you couldn’t suppress the noises anymore. Price could feel the way Soap would tighten his hold every time you would let a cry slip past your lips, always the most empathic of the group. 

They were both quick to snap to the sound of the front door opening, a wet and naked Ghost just getting back in. Soap was quick to grab a towel and bring it to him as Price took his time to survey Ghost for any injuries, the man who always hating to admit when he got hurt. Finding nothing, he was quick to join the two as Ghost toweled off and got dressed. 

“What happened to the man that was chasin’ the human?” Price questioned as he came up behind Soap, needing to make sure they won’t have a repeat. Even though Price already knew what Ghost answer would be. 

“Taken care of.” Was Ghost’s only reply. That translated to ‘I ripped him to shreds and will deal with the corpse later,’ which Price had suspected as much. Ghost wouldn’t want to leave someone dangerous to harm another person.  

“Broken?” Soap questioned. Even though neither him nor Price saw any injuries even though the smell of blood still clung to him, that didn’t mean that the incident didn’t make memories resurface. Ones that Ghost liked to keep buried. 

“Negative.” Ghost answers were shorter than usual, meaning he was on edge. Johnny was quick to wrap Ghost in his arms once he was fully dressed. Though Ghost showed no physical sign of relaxing, the fact he wasn’t pushing him away meant he felt safe and not ready to fight. 

Kyle paused on the stairs, just watching his task force together. It always warmed him to see them like this, calm and showing affection with no restraints. It reminds him why he was willing and happy to agree to retire after Johnny’s injury almost killed him. This was the life he always wanted, and he would do anything to keep it. But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him that the human being hear was going to test everyone's restraint.

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Birdie in Need of Saving (From themself)

A/N: Working on part 2 to Lost in the Woods but I've had a lot going on, so enjoy some self indulgence writing. This can be considered a little one off thing for that fic. Apologies for any typos as I'm doing this really quick without checking over my work. Also, thank my weirdo cat for this inspiration. He kept headbutting my arm to make me feel better.

Summary: Weird things the werewolves (Gaz, John, Simon, Johnny, Alejandro, Rudy, & Nikolai) do to Reader.

Words: 518

Tw: Yandere, obsession, unhealthy relationship, gn!reader, gaslighting, basically kidnapping, fluffy in a dark sense, cute is used to describe reader but reader is not given a gender, MDNI

Ever since you, unintentionally, stumbled upon the lone house in the woods that was occupied by werewolves, you have been desperate to heal up and go home. You've tried to atleast be helpful even with your injuries, hoping to convince them that you were ok to go home, but they don't seem to like you leaving the spot one of them puts you at.

It's especially weird on HOW they try to communicate that and other things. Like if you try to get up to get a glass of water by yourself, suddenly Nikolai is behind you and gently pushing you back in the direction of the couch where he left you.

You try to help out around the place, since they deemed it unsafe for you to go home until you heal even if you protest, but you get a disapproving low growl from Alejandro before he takes you away from what you are doing.

You try to atleast COOK for yourself, and suddenly John is using his whole body to nudge you away from the stove. You can't even fight him on it as the man is built like a fucking brick wall!

You once asked to join Simon and Johnny on their little run in the early morning, needing the fresh air yourself, and immediately got shut down.

Because they like to run around in wolf form? No, because it would be too much strain on your poor body.

If you try to sneak outside while they are gone? Suddenly they are back and head butting you to go back inside.

Try to fight? They start to nip, never enough to break skin, just a gentle pressure as a warning. Can't have you hurting yourself when no one is around to keep an eye on you. Humans are just too fragile.

Try to not bother them with what your needs and instead do it yourself? Kyle is questioning why you would need to even move when they are within a wolf's earshot away.

Don't even THINK about taking care of your own wounds. You did it once and Rudy complained the whole time that you hadn't done in right and could have made your injuries worse.

Try to have a fit over not being allowed to basically lift a finger? They are confused why you're upset. Don't humans always complain about not having enough time in the day or worrying about bills? They can take care of that! You don't need to work, just rest until you heal and then you can do whatever hobbies you like. Why worry about bills when you could be worrying about your own happiness? They don't see how their attempts to show what good lovers they can be is making you distressed.

When you do heal enough, they won't hover as much. You are still getting nudge in the direction they want you, growled at if you do something they deemed you shouldn't, and maybe even kissed senseless if you want to be really stubborn about things. But they just want the best for you, is that so wrong?

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

A/N: Finally finished the Valeria fic! Had sat on it due to having one idea and then scrapping it. But anyway, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!!! I would let this woman step on me

Words: 1,623

Warnings: yandere, stalking, obsession, terrified reader, unhealthy relationship, chronically ill reader, Fem!reader, stealing medical records, MDNI

Summary: Chronically ill!Reader goes through her girlfriend Valeria's phone and regrets what she finds.

You didn’t mean to snoop, but the curiosity was killing you. Valeria’s phone kept going off every minute like someone was desperate to get ahold of her. You looked to the en suite that connected to her bedroom, still hearing the water running as Valeria took her shower. You glanced back down at her phone as you bit at your lip. One look wouldn’t hurt, right? 

You quickly grabbed Valeria’s phone but immediately deflated when it asked for her password. You mulled over potential passwords, before giving your best guess. Your birthday? Really? You would’ve thought it would be something more complicated than that. Then again, Valeria was a confident woman. She would feel secure knowing that no one would try to take her phone from her or be dumb enough to try and look through it. 

You quickly looked through the messages that were still coming through. Confusion taking over as the person, Diego, kept talking about cowboys and that they were getting closer to figuring things out. You gave up on that chat, looking through her phone for anything of interest, while keeping your ear out for when Valeria would be done with her shower. 

Then you found it, a file in her phone titled ‘Y/N’. You expression shifted to one of fondness at the thought of her keeping a file full of you. You figure it’s just pictures of you, maybe notes about your favorite things, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. Opening the file revealed photos of you, yes, but they weren’t ones you took. These were far away shots or even blurry shots of you out and about in Las Almas. Times where you weren’t with Valeria and even some pictures of you from long ago, ones you have never shown her. How the hell did she have any of this?! 

You didn’t want to continuing looking, but you knew you couldn’t leave it at just the pictures. You took a deep breath, attempting to soothe your nerves as you opened one of the many documents in the file. Your brows scrunched together as you skim through it, before covering your mouth in horror. HOW THE HELL DID SHE HAVE YOUR MEDICAL RECORDS?! You didn’t live together so there would have been no way for her to have a copy of them. Quickly looking through some more documents revealed exactly what you feared, your medical records going back before you had even met your girlfriend.  

You had believed it couldn’t get worse, but oh how incorrect you were. There was a file for a list of notes and what they consisted of horrified you. It started out sweet, stuff you thought you would find when first opening the Y/N file but quickly took a dark turn. Things Valeria would, or should’ve, never known about you without you telling her. Things such as a list of doctors and medications you have tried, times you went out with friends, places you have been, even people you dated! The worst was the one talking about your shitty ex before you met Valeria. A list of times she made you cry in public, turned people against you, belittled you because of your illness, made comments saying you were faking it, pushing you to do things outside of what your ill body allowed you to do and so much more. Then talking about your ex’s death. It was ruled as an accident, had crashed due to faulty breaks. That’s when you learned the horrible truth that it was never an accident. Valeria sent someone named Emiliano to mess with her breaks before the night of the accident, the same day you had your worse fight with your ex that finally caused you to leave her. 

You didn’t have time to let the information sink in as you heard the shower shut off. You scrambled to get out of the file and place Valeria’s phone back exactly where it was before scurrying across the bed to pretend to be on your phone. 

Valeria’s hand trailed over your arm as she came over to kiss you sweetly. You played dumb to the new revelations you made, smiling at her once the two of you pulled away from one another. You wanted to question her about what you had saw but honestly feared the answer more. 

Once more, Valeria’s phone started vibrating like crazy. 

“¡Dios mio! Has that been going off this whole time?” Valeria questions as she reaches for the device. You can only nod as any words get stuck in your throat. 

Valeria looks at you with concern etched into her face at your lack of words. “Mi amour, ¿estás bien?” 

You nervously smile, unsure what to say to get yourself out of this. Thankfully, Deigo calls your girlfriend’s phone. She curses as she walks into a different room to take the call. 

You decide that now is the perfect time for you to leave. 

It was cowardly to avoid Valeria like the plague after what you found, not that you knew how to confront her about it. If she was willing to have someone tamper with your ex’s car, what would she be willing to do to you?  

Valeria had been asking what was going on, confused if she had done something to upset you. You assured her that you just weren’t feeling well and wanted some alone time because of it.  

It wasn’t like you were completely lying. You hadn’t had anyone over to your place and were too scared to leave your house, not knowing who was taking pictures of you when you were alone in public was causing you severe paranoia. You kept your windows locked and curtains drawn closed to avoid anyone from getting anymore pictures of you. You were half tempted to flee the country at this point, but you didn’t have the funds for that. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a knock on your door. You could feel your heart pounding in your ribcage as you looked around for anything you could use as a weapon. You took your chances with a kitchen knife as you slowly crept up near the door to listen for who was on the other side. 

“¿Amour?” Valeria called out when you didn’t immediately open the door. Fuck! You weren’t expecting to deal with her now! You barely even had a vague idea of a plan to deal with the situation. 

You decided to ignore her, even though it hurt to do so, and turned to go back to sitting on your couch. Maybe you could ask a friend to let you stay at their place?  

The thought was short lived as the click of your lock startled you from your thoughts. HOW DID SHE HAVE A KEY?! YOU NEVER GAVE HER ONE! 

You ran to your bedroom, locking that door as you contemplated what to do next. Make a run for it? Hide? You really didn’t like the idea of stabbing your girlfriend. Could you even do it? Even to save yourself? 

The knocks on your bedroom door cause you to freeze up and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. You try to not let out any noise as you hear Valeria call for you through the door. You can hear her sigh when you refuse to answer, causing you to grip your knife tighter. 

You scream and drop the knife as a shot goes off from behind your bedroom door. You stumble away from the door and land on your bed, staring in shock and horror as your bedroom doorknob falls off and the door is slowly pushed open. Every thought in your head dies as you spot the gun in Valeria’s hand as she approaches you. You hold your breath as you stare up at her with tears in your eyes while she cups your face. 

“Shhh, Amour. No need for those pretty tears,” Valeria’s voice is sickeningly sweet as she brushes away your tears. “I would never hurt you, you know this.” 

You forced to take a deep breath when your lungs start to burn with the need for oxygen. You want to run away screaming, but the fear leaves you frozen in place. You can’t even work up the courage to say anything to Valeria. 

Valeria takes pity on you, knowing that she is causing you some amount of fear on purpose. She lets out a small sad sigh as she begins to explain things to you. “I wanted to keep you in the dark just a little longer, hermosa. If only you hadn’t let your curiosity take over. You almost got away with looking through my phone, if only you stayed out of my conversation with Diego. He got very pissy with me for looking at his messages and not responding. I was confused what he was talking about, till I realized that I left my phone in the room with you. I thought I could trust you to mind your business, but it seems that was too much to ask of you.” 

A whine tears from your throat at the feeling of your impending doom. Only to be shushed once more by Valeria as she smiles at you and brushes your, never ending, tears away.  

“I would never hurt you, mi tesoro. I did all this for you after all. And please don’t beg for me to let you go, I can't do that. You are too precious to let slip out of my grasp. I plan to take good care of you as your girlfriend.” Valeria practically coos at you, leaning down and kissing your forehead. You were screwed.

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For more run, rabbit, run

Rabbit Falling for the Lure

A/N: Was asked by this annon and @pinkmugcup to make more about my silly little Run, Rabbit, Run fic. I was a little stumped on what else to write for it as it was only going to be one part, but then this idea came to mind. Enjoy a little prequel fic. Short but hope it suffices!

Pairing: Yandere!141 x Reader

Words: 399

Warnings: Stalking, Yandere, Breaking and Entering, Unhealthy behaviors, oblivious reader, stealing, MDNI

Your neighbors were a bit odd. Ever since they helped you set up your new mattress, it was like they had decided they would be a permanent fixture in your life. Every time you went out, one of them would just so happen to be doing the same exact thing as you. No matter what you had planned to do, it was like they had read your mind and now you had an uninvited guest to do it with. 

It was no coincidence, of course. Though it wasn’t Simon’s intention to steal your key and make you worry that you lost it, but they needed the peace of mind that you were doing alright and taking good care of yourself! Can you really blame them for duplicating your key so they can look around your flat? It was in your best interest! They only snooped when you weren’t home, even if that meant sending one of them to go out with you. 

It was Johnny’s fault for putting the idea in Simon’s head, while John and Kyle were asking you questions. You needed to be more careful about leaving your keys out in the open with strangers in your house anyway. Far too easy for someone to slip them in their pocket, all the while you remained completely oblivious.  

The key was only gone for a day, no need to worry. The boys were more than happy to keep an eye on your flat during the time you were away at work and unable to leave your door locked. Gave them a good opportunity to get to know you and your space better. Simon, unfortunately, didn't get to look around as much as the others because he had such a short amount of time to replicate your key before you came back home. They had planned to say they went looking for it and found it fell in between your couch cushions, and it worked perfectly, you were none the wiser. 

Maybe they snuck into your apartment when you were gone and put in cameras, they just needed to know what you were up to when you weren’t working yourself to the bone. They might have also used the key to slip in and steal some of your things, but you wouldn't miss them. All they were doing, and will ever do, is in your best interest. They swear! 

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Lost in the woods (pt. 1)

(Yandere!Werewolf!141 + Yandere!Werewolf!Nikolai + Yandere!Werewolf!AleRudy x injured!gn!reader)

Synopsis: Reader tries to walk home from a bar and is chased in the woods by a man with a knife. Unluckily for the man, the woods he is in is owned by the 141, Nikolai, and AleRudy. But lucky for reader as the men decide to help them.

Words: 1,642

TW: Injuries, blood, wounds, the man chasing reader is implied to be a k!ller, implied death, implied dead bodies, yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, werewolves, horror themes, no omegaverse, unhealthy obsessions, toxic love, the 141 + Nikolai + AleRudy are dating

A/N: I was supposed to write a Valeria x reader fic for pride but found the cod werewolf au and now it has taken over my mind. Feedback is apricated but please be kind! I have no idea how to write accents, so I apologize in advance.

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It wasn’t often that they had an intruder in their territory, but it hadn’t been uncommon either. Kyle kept his guard up while keeping his footfalls light, not wishing to alert whoever was in their woods. They had picked a secluded spot after retiring to be left alone and far away from humans. Not that him and his boyfriends were violent to them, even on a full moon, but that humans didn’t understand them and would often end up causing flares of aggression to arise. His boys were rather dolce compared to most of the werewolves they had interacted with in the past, having been like this for so long and grown accustomed to hiding their true selves from the world. 

But now there was a threat, and Kyle was by himself on this one. His boys, having gone out to take care of various tasks, hadn’t returned home yet when the smell of an unknown human wafted through the forest. He could take care of himself just fine, but there was always safety in their numbers and that proved to be true time and time again. It could simply be a human who ventured too far off a trail while trying to find a spot to camp in. But if it wasn’t... 

The risk was simply not worth taking. He had to access the situation and dispose of any possible risks to his pack's safety. He could do it and make it back before the others returned.  

Atleast that’s what he thought, until a scream broke the calm silence of the woods. Every hair on his body stood on edge as he surveyed his surroundings, slowly creeping closer to where the scream had emanated from. Someone could have hurt themselves, twisted or broken an ankle with how dark it was. The taste of iron in the air quickly dispelled the thought of it being a clumsy human. Someone was bleeding and the scream was likely an indicator of the scene he was about to stumble upon. 

Kyle’s ears perked up and to the right at the sound of muffled sniffing and pained whimpers. His fears being confirmed for him as he peaked around a bush. Across from him, a human, who looked to have been thorough the ringer, had their back pressed against a tree. They kept peering around it like they were waiting for something to emerge from that direction.  

It gave Kyle time to survey the injuries. They looked to have gotten pretty banged up; multiple cuts and scrapes littered every available inch of their skin. The worst was their abdomen, where they kept their hand against a bleeding wound that Kyle couldn’t properly judge the depth or severity of from where he stood. He would have to approach the human in order to help them, except the human was obliviously petrified and meeting a giant werewolf would likely not make them feel much better. 

Kyle’s ear snapped from the human and towards the direction the human was staring in. The human attempted to muffle their sounds more by clasping a hand over their mouth and taking slower, yet shaky, breaths. Another human scent floated on the wind, this one reeking of the other human’s blood. They couldn’t see the other person yet, but they could hear him approaching. 

“Come out, little one. I promise to make your death quick.” The creepy man’s voice from the bar nearly sang as his steps grew closer to your hiding spot. You had made the dumb decision to walk home alone, swearing to your friends that you would make it home safe and that it was just a walk by some woods before you would be safely inside your home. You didn’t expect to be followed nor to be chased and stabbed in your side by a man who kept making more sickening comments the longer he chased you. ‘How sweet you smelled’, ‘how he loved the texture of your skin,’ and the worst; ‘how he couldn’t wait to carve it off of you.’  

You debated what your next move should be. You had injured him enough to slip away after he stabbed you in your lower left side. Unfortunately, now he was back up and still had his eyes set on you. He was too close for you to outrun, especially with the burning pain in your side. You could try to wait him out, the downside being that you were unsure of where you were and how to get back to the road you were walking along. 

Your musings were cut short, your arm roughly being grabbed and pulled back in an odd angle. You couldn’t suppress your scream of pain as you were dragged away from the safety of the tree you were using as cover. Your back was slammed to the ground, a boat immediately coming to pin down the shoulder to the arm that was just yanked. Burning hot tears streamed down your face as you attempted to wriggle away from the horrendous pain.  

“There you are! Told you i would find and catch you. Like a little mouse trying to outrun the big, bad cat.” The man taunted from above, his grin disgusting and unnerving. You were desperate to escape this nightmare. Wanted to beg for your life, wanted to see the next sunrise, your friends, your family. Hell! Anything else but the face of the man that was planning to kill you! 

Something seemed to hear your inner cries for help as one minute the man was practically leaning down in your face and the next, he was gone. You took in a deep breath before dragging yourself back against the tree. Panting as you frantically looked around for any sign of the man. 

Kyle was seconds for jumping at the man pinning down the poor injured human but was beat when a large fluffy body slammed into him, before dragging the man further into the woods and away from you.  

Kyle sniffed the air, relaxing slightly as he caught a whiff of Simon’s scent. He hadn’t heard any of them return yet; had they smelled the blood too before even getting into the driveway? He was unable to think on it look as a frightened gasped stole his attention. In front of the injured human laid Soap’s huge form, trying to appear smaller than he was. He could hear the small, dejected sounding whines Soap was letting out. Even though soap was trying to seem less like a threat, his display of submission wasn’t being perceived as that by someone who was looking at a weird human like dog. Kyle is surprised the human wasn’t screaming in fear. 

Thankfully though, Nikolai comes to join them. He gently shoos a whiney Soap while slowly approaching you. He kneels in front of you with his hands up in a show of peace. You try to focus on him, though it’s a bit hard with the MASSIVE wolf hovering over his shoulder and nudging him occasionally. He seems not to mind as he finally starts to talk to you. “Are you hurt?”  

When you keep staring at the werewolf behind him and not answering, Nikolai thinks it might be a good idea to reassure you about Soap. “He will not hurt you. Johnny smells the blood on you and wants to help.” 

Your eyes finally snap to Nikolai, seeming to still be on edge but more willing to listen. Your voice is quiet and shaky, but Nikolai’s heightened hearing let’s him hear you much easier than a human could. “Where is the man who was chasing me?” 

“Taken care of. You have no need to fear him; he will not hurt you again.” Nikolai states with conviction. He is unsure of what Simon and the others have done with him, but he knows that they will not let him leave these woods. 

Nikolai reaches his hand out to hover over your arm that is still pressed into the stab wound. He asks, “May I?” and waits patiently for your response. 

After a small bit of hesitation, you nod and finally let up on the wound. Nikolai gently pulls your arm away from your body and rolling up your shirt enough to see the full scope of the wound. He gently puts pressure around it, causing you to let out a grunt of pain. 

“Hold on for me just a bit more, than I will be done.” Nikolai tries to soothe your cries of pain. Soap also tries to help, coming closer to you now that Nikolai isn’t paying attention to him. He starts to lap at your cheek trying to get rid of your tear stains. It causes you to let out a small lap. You hesitantly lift a hand and rub at Soap’s neck, that causes his tail to start to way. Maybe the scary werewolf was more like a dog than a beast. 

Nikolai pulls back down your shirt, looking off behind the tree to something you can’t see. He calls out to someone named ‘Kyle’ and you try to look back at what he is staring at. Only for your breath to catch in your throat as you come nearly face to face with ANOTHER werewolf. The new werewolf looks down at you, giving your nose a little lick and making you shriek in surprise. Kyle let’s out a small whine, but Nikolai, and you swear, Soap both laugh at the display. 

“Kyle, head back to the house. Tell Price we are bringing back an injured human.” Nikolai orders him, who complies without a second of hesitation. He takes off as soon as Nikolai goes back to addressing what injuries you have. He would like to stay and help but knows that letting the others know what is to come will keep any territorial instincts at bay.

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Meant to be writing a Valeria x reader fic for pride month but now werewolf!141 + others au has taken over my brain. I'll have to finish the fic for my girl another time 😞😞

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Run, Rabbit, Run

Pairing: Retired!Yandere!Poly!141 x Shy!Civilian!GN!Reader (Mainly Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, more poly!141 towards the end.)

Summary: You try to escape the isolated house the 141 keeps you in, but you don't make it far.

Words: 1,921

Trigger warnings: Kidnapped reader, Yandere 141, manipulation, obsession, failed escape attempt, mention of punishment, fear of 141, thoughts of abuse, toxic love (this is just a story, don't seek this stuff out in real life), no use of y/n, use of names: Birdie, Bonnie, and Lovie but reader is gender-neutral, bad accents, writing errors, fanon 141. Let me know if I missed anything!

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It was hard to slip past the 141 when they always had one person with you at all times. It took lots of planning and memorizing routines to time your escape perfectly. But you didn’t plan good enough. Listening to the panicked shouts from the large house, deep in the woods and far away from civilization. Perfect for keeping a little birdie caged and far from prying eyes. 

How did you end up here? An innocent civilian who just happened to get four retired military men living in the flat across the hall from you. You rarely had interacted with them, not that they were looking to seek new companionship outside of their little group at the time. But Johnny seeing you struggle, trying to drag your heavy new mattress down the hall to your flat, had piqued his interest. You had just saved up enough money to replace the tattered mess of your old mattress, and didn’t have the money to pay someone to help you get the new one up to your flat. 

Johnny had come over as you stopped to take some deep breaths. Offering to have him and his boyfriends help move the heavy load for you. Your eyes had lit up and you couldn’t stop mumbling weak, exhausted ‘thank you’s to him. He was only gone from sight for a moment before three other big guys came out to see what had caught his interest. Finding the sweet, shy neighbor who was too nervous to bother anyone of their neighbors for free labor. 

The men made quick work of dragging out the old mattress and setting up the new one. Their eyes kept glancing to you as you anxiously watched them. You felt awful making them do all the work, but they had refused any help you tried to offer. John could see the look in his boys’ eyes. You were going to be theirs; you just weren’t aware of it yet. 

Maybe that’s why you ended up here; kept like a bird in a cage. They had slowly added themselves to your life, pushing others out of it to keep your attention all to themselves. Then pressuring you to quit your job and move with them to a quiet isolated house, all under the pretense of helping you during your struggle to get a better job that didn’t work you to the bone with such little pay. You couldn’t say no to the offer, or the sweet kisses you were given to add some extra sugar to the deal. 

Now, you regret ever agreeing. Kept away from friends and family, unallowed to do anything you wanted if it meant that the boys couldn’t have your attention as they pleased. You tried to argue with them about it after you had realized sometime after moving in, but you were outnumbered. Just the threat of what punishments they would give you, if you truly pushed their buttons, was enough to shut down any of your verbal complaints.  

Instead, you planned this very moment. Leave everything behind and flee. If only you had planned for the issues of how quick they would react at your sudden absence. The shouts of your name, mixed with their own personal nicknames for you, ringing through the night air.  

Your legs and lungs burned, not used to the strain you were pushing them through. Slowing down when your legs almost gave out on you. You weren’t far enough. They noticed your absence too quickly. Those thoughts swirling around in your head as you tried to keep moving, keep trying to struggle like an animal in a trap.  

“Lovie?!” The shout of Simon’s nickname for you sending a cold bolt of fear through you. How had he gotten so close?! He was still by the house just a minute ago, you were sure of it. You try to force your legs to keep going forward but the burn of overexertion is just too much. You stumble and collapse against a nearby tree, attempting to collect your breath.  

You could hear his foot falls creeping closer, his calls feeling like they were almost on top of you. Tears pricked at your eyes, the fear of being caught and dragged back to that hell was too much. A sob tore through your throat, the world going deathly silent as you tried to hold in your sniffles. 

“Lovie?” Simon’s voice was nothing but calm with his usual gruffness. He knelt next to your shaking form, the sobs finally escaping passed your sealed lips to flow freely. Admitting your defeat. His hand gently brushed against your face, even as you tried to curl in on yourself.  

“What happened, Lovie? Why did you run away?” Simon’s voice wasn’t accusatory as you had expected, you could hear the underly worry within them. Could feel how his hand was trying to soothe and slow the tears. “Come ‘ere, Love.” 

You were scooped off the forest ground and into Simon’s strong hold. You knew it was over; there would be no second try now that you failed your escape. You would go back to just being the pretty birdie they kept to sing them sweet songs, ignoring your sad calls to be set free. Now your wings would be clipped. Any small freedom stolen away. 

Simon held you close to him as he now leans against the tree, allowing you to get your emotions out before approaching the elephant in the room. Had they done something wrong? Upset you to the point you felt you needed to run away to communicate that something was wrong? Had they not been listening to you as well as they thought they had been? 

Your sobs had settled into nonstop sniffles, then to heavying breaths till your breathing evened out. Exhaustion from the adrenaline rush and panic taking its toll on you. Your body slumped against Simon, unable to try and fight out of his hold. His head came to rest on yours as he finally spoke once more. “What caused this, Lovie? Did we upset you?” 

You wanted to scream ‘YES!’ Let out every issue you had with them having tricked you into; only for the words to die on your tongue. Who knows what they would do to you if you told them of your wishes to return to your old life. Your wish to have never met them, for Johnny to have never offered to help with your stupid mattress.  

Simon gently squeezed you, his way of prompting you to focus and answer him. You tried to keep your voice from sounding weak and shaky as you spoke, “I hate it here. I want to go home.” 

“You are home. We're your home.” Simon responded without a second of hesitation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You simply kept your mouth shut, you knew he wouldn’t take it well if you said anything to the contrary. “If the house isn’t to your liking, it can always change. All you ‘ave to do is say so, no running away to get your point across.” 

You don’t fight Simon as he lifts himself and you off the ground, clearly making up his own explanation in his mind on why you believed the house was not your home. There was no point in correcting him, he wouldn’t listen. They would try to warp your explanations to fit their delusions, never truly hearing you.  

You turned your eyes to look up as you heard the other’s voices when they spotted the two of you approaching the house. Feeling the three pairs of eyes looking you over for injuries before flicking to Simon for an explanation.  

Johnny was quick to approach once you two were just a few steps away, cooing at you while brushing his fingers across your face. “You had us worried to death, Bonnie! You tryin’ to give us a fright?” 

Even though Johnny was trying to lighten the mood like always, you could see him and the others eyeing Simon. They were looking for any sign of anger or irritation, figuring out if they should worry you would try this again or if it was a one-time event. John seemed to find what he was looking for as he claps Johnny on his good shoulder, ordering the boys like he is still their captain. “Let’s get the Birdie safely inside. Kyle, make some cuppas for everyone. Johnny, change of clothes for Birdie. I need to take care of somethin’ before I join you, muppets.” 

Everyone immediately disperses as they go to complete their tasks. Simon is quick to bring you to John’s room, sitting you on the bed as Johnny is back like he never left Simon’s side. Johnny allows Simon to slip away as he helps you change, going off to see what John has gone off to do. He has his suspicions, but he needs to confirm it with his own eyes.  

Simon finds John in the den, silently thinking over what has transpired as Simon approaches him. Simon leans into him, while his arm wraps around his waist. Nothing is said, the silent presence of each other enough of a grounding force for the two of them. 

“What happened tonight?” John questions as he finally breaks the silence, looking deeply into Simon’s eyes.  

Simon is unsure how to tell him at first, still in his own hidden shock at your words. He thought you were adjusting well. You would ask for things and be understanding of the limitations they put in place. Were you just scared to hurt their feelings? 

“Think Lovie is having a hard time adjustin’. Says this place don’t feel like home.” Simon mummers to John, not wishing anyone else to hear. 

John sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into Simon. They would need to fix things. See what needs improving to avoid things such as this in the future. Have a talk about why you can’t just run off into the woods when your upset.  

John slips from Simon’s grasp, taking his hand to lead him back to John’s room. They can here Johnny and Kyle fussing over you, but your sweet voice isn’t heard. It causes John to frown as he peaks in. He sees the way you stare at the cup of tea in your hands, like you're not fully there. Your probably still upset and stuck in your head. You will need a bit to come back to your usual self after all the tears you’ve shed.  

The two approach the bed, John gently coaxing you to drink your tea to help you relax. You do it without thinking, too used to the way John always knows what to say to make you do what he wants.  

You can feel the tea taking effect as soon as you’ve drank the whole thing. Your eyes heavy, body swaying as you try to remain upright. Kyle and Johnny slip into the bed, gently guiding you to lay down between them. They wrap you in their strong arms, making it harder to fight off the fatigue. The blanket that Simon throws over you guys, before John and him join in, only seals your fate. No longer able to remain awake while the four quietly plot while cuddled around you. The drug Kyle slipped you making it, so they need not worry about you hearing them while you are dreaming deeply. They need their Birdie happy, but they can’t let you go either.