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SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SEA-FOAM || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fisherman!John Price x F!Mermaid!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In which a lone mermaid finds good company with a handsome fisherman who trespasses in her cove. But the word isn't what it used to be...hunting ships patrol the waters.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

FANART: “You’re somethin’ beautiful, y’know that?” & "Mermaid Interpretation" by @thedevillovesflowers

2. RUN AWAY TO ME || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Blacksmith!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Runaway Bride!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The night started with wine and ended with blood. Racing through the woods after having escaped your wedding, you find a lone homestead in the middle of a rainstorm. Alone, wounded, and bordering on unconsciousness, you have no option but to knock.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

3. BLOOD-STAINED WOOL SPUN AT MIDNIGHT || 18 + Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Werewolf!Ghost x F!Tailor!Reader (Set in Van Helsing Era/Aesthetic)

SYNOPSIS: When you left the town in the year of our Lord, 1897, to buy more wool from the local farmer, the cobblestone streets had come up to meet the hooves of your neighbor's horse.

Along this trip of false hope, the open fields at your sides had led to the backdrop of a brimstone forest; an old shadow seems to loom there. A black thing. A devil with eyes like a burial mound. You were told to fear the Ghost of the Forest, but never had you known you'd be caught in his blackened claws.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

4. BLACK METAL AND BOURBON || 18+ Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Biker/Mechanic!Ghost x F!Bartender!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You've been in this small town for your entire existence, giving up dreams and aspirations to carry on life as a simple bartender despite your hatred of two things: the smell of cigarette smoke and the disrespect from regulars, namely, your ex and his buddies. But on a still-air Sunday, almost overnight, a mechanics shop pops up right across the street - giving sight to new faces and a fresh group of men with a love of motorcycles. One, in particular, seems to only like Bourbon.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

5. TO HUNT A SILVER STAG || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Knight!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Fae!Princess!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Promised to a greedy king to try and preserve the magic of the land, a princess instead finds herself drawn to a chivalrous knight and his gentle words. But everyone knows magic has a mind of its own.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

6. HOW TO ADAPT TO FIRE || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

SYNOPSIS: There is an arsonist in your city, and you're going to catch him. As one of the most prolific investigative journalists in the city, you make a lot of enemies the second your papers are released to the public. Your informant - and perhaps something more - in the local fire department makes a point to tell you to be careful.

But everyone knows he's right beside you when the fires start sparking.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

7. MOSS, BONE, AND A FALLING STAR || Mini-Series || Not Started

PAIRING: Witch Hunter!Price x F!Witch!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Humans have not been kind to you, but they usually are to things that they don't understand. You're offered a deal when a rugged-looking Witch Hunter shows up at your secluded hut. Make him see you for what you truly are in three stories or less. You oblige and give him the limit - a story of moss, of bone, and of a falling star.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

8. VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST || Undetermined || Not Started

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader (Reincarnation AU)

SYNOPSIS: In every lifetime you made a promise to one another: even if you must die, you will find a way to live together for all of eternity, be that five or a hundred years from now. You'd not broken your promise yet.

Such an awful, sick affliction. I made one of these lists a while back but couldn't find it so you’re in luck because I have plenty of favorites and I’m happy to share them (in no particular order. I KNOW I'm forgetting at least ten fics I've read and loved but I have a goldfish brain today, forgive me):

And please, read the tags/warnings. Your consumption is your own responsibility.

Neon Medusa Too sweet not to share Ghost and Red Fox Alford plea The Willow Maid Exfiltration The Arrangement Civilian Asset See no evil Squeeze me I squeak MildLimerence Mine & Yours Saltwater Metanoia to you I can admit (that I'm too soft for all of it) white flag blood on my shirt, rose in my hand totally platonic Surviving you Dog all that's said in the lowlight birdsongs or advice and symphonies for your children Happiness songs that sound like sea foam down to the marrow roommate gaz Chink in the Armour Man-sized Hummingbird don't leave me locked in your heart Listening In Situationship-verse The Scottish Cabin in the Woods

Like hearing a grown man, a sergeant, accidentally kick a step when talking and picking up the quiet mutter, "Aw, ya wee fuckin cunt."

Kyle's softly spoken, "S'a fat pigeon," before he catches himself and focuses on what else is in front of him, obese birds not included.

She comes to recognise John's 'trying not to lose his hat' grumble, rarely followed by his 'hat is now on the ground' grunt.

older!captain john price x neighbor!fem!reader

summary | after six weeks of collecting your ever-elusive neighbor's post, what starts as a polite hallway exchange turns into something hard to ignore.

series cw | mdni, please read warnings for each chapter, older!price x fem!reader, age gap (20s/40s), divorcée!price, john is fatherly toward reader, fluff, smut, angst, alcohol, cigarettes/cigars, regrettably i have a sick, unyielding need for john to call me 'duck' and it has bled through this fic

❀ fluff | ✧ smut/suggestive | ⏾ angst | ❂ dark

part one — ❀ ✧

part two — ❀ ✧ ⏾

"Please don't tell me you're pregnant."

Funnily enough, you two had met during a pregnancy scare. Cassie had scheduled an appointment with the hospital OBGYN department and ended up with you as her doctor.

"I promise I used protection," she had said. "I should never have sex again."

"Girl, I think women should have more sex," you had said in reply. "Safe sex, of course. Fun sex. Good sex."

Cassie was silent for a second, then snorted so hard that it scared you. "I like you."

Today, Cassie gives you the same tickled look.

"Oh, god, no," she says. "Can you imagine?"

"Yes, actually." You walk up to the nurse's station. There's a gaggle of people there, all women, all leaning in conspiratorially. "What's up?"

"Do you think Dr. Robby is hot?"

The question doesn't make sense.

"What?"

"We're taking a poll." A nurse cuts in. "Opinions are divided."

"Absolutely not," says the doctor with the bright eyes. The youngest one of the group nods wildly, eyes wide like she'a terrified of her own answer.

"Well," You think this one's name is Mel. "Maybe? I never thought about it."

"I say yes." McKay laughs at herself. "But it's been a while since I've gotten laid. Most of the nurses say yes, but a lot of them are thirsty for anything."

There's a moment of silence and you realize they are waiting for you. You fiddle with your badge holder; its Miffy, holding a little swaddled baby. The moms always seem to like it.

"He can be a huge dick," you say.

"Personality aside!" Cassie catches you avoiding the question. "Is he hot?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the horniest person in this entire hospital!"

"Whoa, excuse me!"

"Don't deny it!"

It's probably true.

"Don't do this to me."

"Come on!"

You groan, hands on your hips, debating how honest you should be.

"Fine. Sure. Yes! Yes, he's hot. Crazy hot. Fuckable beyond belief." Most of the group laughs, a couple of them grabbing charts and scurrying away to work. "I'd ride his face so hard you'd have to give me a fucking cowboy hat. They'd give me a beltbuckle for winning the rodeo because I'm not falling off of that stallion."

Cassie McKay buries her head in her hands and you assume she's laughing, so you push forward.

"I'd invent new positions the kama sutra couldn't even compete with for that man."

"You should stop," the bright eyed one says, unamused.

"Oh, please! You all asked me-- ee..ee..."

When you turn to keave, you see why you should have kept your mouth shut. Robby himself is behind you, looking over his glasses with this scolding look that makes your stomach clench.

"Excuse me," he says, amused, maybe. "But I believe my staff are supposed to be working."

You might be tachycardic. You can feel your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. Maybe you should never have sex again. Maybe you should become a nun.

"Yes! Uh, yes, I was just--" you can't get a sentence out. "Baby."

"I'm your baby now, huh?"

"No!" Panic takes over. "There's a baby in-- they called me-- patient-- uh--"

You know you're clingy, it's impossible not to when nearly every relationship you've had has sighted it for the reason to break-up. People get weirded-out by how...attached you get with your partners. No one wants to be around you all the time.

Or, that's what you thought until you met ghost.

Ghost, your beloved partner, never once tells you you're too clingy. In fact, he...enjoys it?

You're constantly touching him whenever he's close, skin itching for the warmth of his skin. You attatch to simin like a barnacle in the mornings, hand wrapped in his own while you sleeping follow his morning routine. He never once complains, even indulgently sits you on the bathroom counter so you can hug his chest while he brushes his teeth, mumbling "no' gonna fall asleep, are you lovie? Want breakfast yet?"

Or when ghost goes to base, and you feel like you're falling apart without him, he's never mad that you call. Picks up when he can with an automatic "hello, love. I miss you." Because he knows you feel embarrassed saying it first.

When you get really clingy? To the point of tears of ghost is away for too long? He never gets upset or calls you childish.

Ghost refuses to make plans for the first week of his leave because he knows you'll spend it hoarding him in a cozy bed, snuggled up and softly crying about how much you missed him before falling asleep listening to him talk.

You have to take a break from blockers eventually, and it just so happens that ghost is the only one not on a mission, nest-trapped with a sprained wrist.

You...well, you think what anyone would think looking at ghost.

Giant of a guy, even by alpha standards, scent always a bit sour. You've never known ghost to be anything but rough, even in his pack affection. He scrubs a wrist into your neck instead of scenting properly, doesn't hesitate to scruff even gaz, or snap his teeth at price.

You expect pain, definitely. The sting of fangs across your skin and a knot forced too soon. An efficient heat, comfort not the focus.

Instead, you get...this.

"C'mon, lovie, it's okay." Ghost rumbles, deep and alpha-confident in the nest. You can't suppress the whine his rumble draws out, tucking closer to his neck. Ghosts scent is thick and warm, more intense than you've smelt before, nose pressed right against the glands.

One hand guides your hips over his cock, not controlling but supporting the movements you make. Allows you to set the pace with a shudder. You wonder if he's this nice with gaz or price, if he lets them cuddle up and ride until they beg for a knot. The thought of your packmates makes you whine more, and two thick arms wrap around to trap you against his body.

"Mmh, alright then? Had enough?" Ghost hums, not exactly to you, cloudy as you are. He holds you still and works his hips into you, rubbing all along the places that make you melt and purr. Ghosts own scent turns honey-sweet at the sound, and not long after he gives you your first knot of many.

Your heat is syrup melting into your mind. Ghost makes it sweet and warm, makes it so damn nice you mourn going back to the rough love he prefers. How an alpha like him can find any sort of softness is beyond you.

He reeks of anger all the time, scent tinged with citrus and something distinctly chemical. Ghost is the kind of alpha who's presence lingers long after he's left the room, others naturally submitting to him out of survival instincts. He would gut them if he wanted to.

Yet he falls apart so sweetly for you.

"Aw, hey, hi ghost." You smile when a large body drapes over you. No greeting before ghost is shoving his nose into your neck and inhaling deeply "bad day? Hm, big boy?"

The hands running up your side squeeze momentarily, pulling you back against thick fat and muscle "....nest?"

"Mmh. Okay." You nod, tilting your head in anticipation for ghost licking your scent gland like a distressed pup.

Ghost curls up so small in your nest it's a wonder how he takes up so much space usually. He rumbles, self-soothing, while you rub his sides. "it's okay, baby. Just settle down, yeah?"

He always gets like this when the pain is really bad. Severe migraines, muscle pain, trauma. It's a wonder how he crawls out of the nest each morning. You press a kiss to the crown of his head "take your time, pup. I'm right here."

resonant.

simon drowns in the deep end the moment he meets you. simon riley x admin!reader tags/cw: short blurb!, simon pov, a bit nsfw, subspace?, voice kink, protective!simon, dog!simon, big scary dog who only loves their owner, ptsd, some angst + comfort, based on this request

ghost notoriously doesn't give two shits about anyone.

so it's a wonder, when you come around.

a new admin officer, transferred from a different base. he finds you toddling around the halls like a lost lamb with a heavy box of files. didn't plan on helping you; about to walk away until he hears you call out to him--

"excuse me! do you think you could help me find my office, please?"

it's like his synapses rewire themselves after that.

good morning, lieutenant! are you making tea? do you mind making me a cup?

oh, lieutenant! sorry-- could you help me carry these boxes to my office please? they're a bit heavy.

thank you, lieutenant, you're always so helpful.

for some reason, he doesn't say no-- can't, won't, never.

he makes an extra cup for you every morning, brings it personally to your office and lets your thank you wash over him. jogs over whenever he spots you lugging heavy things around. feels like clearing a long-suffering stuffed nose when you tell him how grateful you are.

You were the one to really introduce him to the concept, giving him a quick peck on the lips after a night out. From that very first brush of soft skin against his, ghost was hooked.

Now, it seems like all he wants to do is kiss. Ghost doesn't care where you are, if there's others around, he'll be wrapping a big paw around your waist and begging "kiss? Please, lovie? Kiss?"

Whenever he fist sees you in the day, he's already hooking a thumb under his mask and pulling it up just enough to firmly press his lips to yours.

Yes, the team gets to see plenty of it, especially when he invites you out to drinks with them. You're the obnoxious couple who will be trading spit in the corner after two drinks, ghosts thighs spread wide for you to sit on, licking into your mouth like he's trying to taste your heartbeat, "c'mon, love, more? I missed you this last op, wanna feel yer tongue against mine–"

Oh, and if you try to initiate a kiss? Ghost is acting like a blushing bride. A quick peck to his lips over his mask earns you an indignant squeak, followed by the facial expression equivalent of his brain restarting, face all red if you could see it. Of course, it's quickly followed by him dragging you back by the collar for "a proper damn kiss. None of that fake shit–"

Whenever someone tries to tease him about it, ghost never falters. He loves you, why would he be embarrassed about kisses? Once, price made a snide remark about ghost acting like your needy wife, and he shot back "when was the last time yer missus gave you a kiss, john?"

Needless to say, you'll never find yourself short on supply of kisses.

Which is how he ends up crawling into your lap after a dinner with the team. He's slow and lethargic, brows pinched in discomfort. You raise your brow at the unzipped pants, his tummy bulging out. "You okay, johnny?"

"Ahm' fuckin' dying. Take me out back an' shoot me." He groans, tucking his face into your stomach and gingerly turning on his side. Soap is rarely cuddly in such an...open way. Sure, he cuddles, but it's always a bit playful, never seeking comfort.

"Big dinner? What'd you have?" You ask, leaning forward to rub soaps belly, to which he genuinely whines.

"Too much. Fuckin– ah' don't know how ghost can eat tha' much." He slurs, arms wrapping around you like a teddy bear. Ah, he probably saw ghost's order and got the same. A fatal mistake given that ghost is a literal tank of a person and johnny is decidedly not.

"Mmh, okay. Just lie down, I'll take care of it." You soothe, already moving to push the pillows around johnny for support. You grab some water for him, as well as some fluffier blankets. The whole time soap just lies there, hands over his stomach and whining like a sick dog.

"You entertained down there, lovie?" He asks, eyes wrinkling with a smile under his mask. His hands gently rest on your thighs, holding you in place on his lap.

He watches intently as your fingers deftly buckle and unbuckle the straps on his gear. You just hum in response, not at all paying attention as you unfasten the straps for his rappelling harness.

"Ahm' gonna have to redo all these." He tells you, doing absolutely nothing to stop your playing.

"Uhhh-huh." You mumble, retightening the straps over his upper thighs until they squeeze the slightest bit. Ghost grunts in response, trying to shift in his seat, but you push at him "hold still, simon."

"Mmmmhg...anything you want, love." Ghost groans, head tossed back. He tries desperately to ignore how your touches and demanding voice are getting him chubbed up.

He gets you a nice, big bed with curtains that go all tje way around, creating a little sleepy world for you. Fluffy pillows and blankets of a wide variety for you to choose from. He knows you like to snuggle into bed so he keeps the room nice and cold.

The only caveat? He gets to choose what you wear. Always set out for you by time you exit your shower.

Which, isn't as one-note as some might think. Sure, he's very fond of lingerie, but he's more fond of your comfort. On bad days, he chooses the long thing pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. He loves silks for you, but his personal favourite is lace panties and one of his shirts.

You couldn't count the number of photos he's sent of his calloused hands pulling aside your panties with his cock snugly inside you. Or videos of him jerking off above you, still asleep.

Nik just has to fuel my gaming addiction, it's okay though cause I'll build him a Minecraft house lol

Literally I think Nik would have no problem fueling your gaming hobby. He loves a homebody who can stay inside all day…. And honestly, though it’s not exactly in his wheelhouse, I can see him getting into PC customizing. Like he’s totally the type to see really expensive pre-built rigs and think “there has to be a way I can do this better and more efficiently”. I think he thinks that about most things.

And honestly, I also think his absolute favorite activity when he comes home from a job that took him away from you, even if it was just some long hours in an aircraft hanger within driving distance, is getting a tour of all your projects. He likes to just sit with you while you present all your journals or drawings or your farm in stardew valley. He won’t pretend to have a perfect understanding of the games you’re playing, but he just likes hearing your voice and taking in all the little slices of your life. He remembers it very well, too— it makes it very easy for him to come back with little treats and gifts when he has to go away.

He forgot to tell you, and you don't play around with self defense. If there's a stranger in your house when there shouldn't be, you swing first and check your facts later.

...which is how ghost ends up spending his first night of leave in the hospital emergency room.

"Si...si im sorry..." you say for the fifth time in the last hour. You know ghost hates hospitals, but his fingers were literally bent backwards and you may be hopeful but you're not stupid. "I thought you were a murderer or something!"

"Y'know, I hear price's missus cooks him dinner when he comes home." Ghost comments pointedly, side-eyeing you. He's not really upset, you know, but you still feel so guilty.

"I'm serious, si, it was dark out. I feel horrible!" You groan, hiding your face against his shoulder. Eventually, the doctor comes back and shows ghost his x-rays. No surgery today, but a cast is needed.

Ghost sits deathly still for the cast, holding your hand in his working one, squeezing methodically. He doesn't look at his arm, instead nods to the x-ray "you have a good swing, love." Then he adds "might want to work on quick thinking, though."

On the way back from the hospital, you stop to share a milkshake, and get to watch as ghost is hounded by his teammates in the group chat for getting taken out by a bat.

"Love you, si." You make sure to whisper to him that night, when ghost is looking too long at his cast. His eyes crinkle, scars pulling at his smile. Ghost just kisses the top of your head and tucks you closer.