Welcome to my nest! This is a multi-fandom blog, a dumping ground for my thoughts and ideas. Most of this is just self-indulgent silliness, and rambles. This is mostly an x reader blog.
Generally, the fandoms I post are: Transformers, StarWars, COD, X-men, Batman, BG3, marvel, and some mainstream anime's or games. Ask for a fandom u don't see, maybe i'll know it.
I will make NSFW content, but this blog isn't exclusively MDNI. I'm an adult, but I won't post anything too explicit.
If you req something, there's a chance I might not do it. But i'll probably respond with at least a little drabble or expanded thoughts. I won't respond to mean spirited asks.
WHAT I WON'T DO: incest, pedo shit, ddlg, daddy kink, non-con, cnc, smut that depicts any party in distress (in a kink way), or explicit written-out smut.
WHAT I WILL DO (includes but is not limited too): fluff, angst, horny thoughts, implied sex, snippets of smut, most kinks, and most triggering topics.
note: I might do some more dub-con stuff depending on my mood. Though, unless it's explicitly stated in the post, any smut I write is implied to be fully consensual. I much prefer smut where all parties are depicted as happy (so no begging to stop, punishments, pushy partners, etc..)
If my work inspires you to write something, please do! Just tag me.
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Okay, so I originally thought of Simon, with a reader who likes nice tea, but the thought evolved.. Here's my Drabble, that I WILL continue istg.
Note: Tetley is a British tea brand. Cheap like Lipton is in America.
Simon has an apartment, for when he's not on base. It's sparse, but comfortable to him. Honestly, it's nice enough to have a proper bed and shower. He doesn't think much of his little home away from base, until one of the vacant first-level shops gets filled by a little community grocery store. He discovers it getting home from deployment, weary body begging for rest and a warm meal. The convenience and promise of hot food draws him in.
The bell above the door chimes as comes in, the wind outside abandoned in favor of the warm calmness of the store. It's.. cozy, almost. Not the convenience store he expected, no, the place is lit with warm lights, and art on the walls that makes the space inviting. For a store that is.
You perk up when the door bell chimes, glancing up from behind the cashier's counter to see a man walk in. He's tall, and vaguely familiar. You've lived in this building for a little while, and think you've seen him around before. "Oh, welcome!" You greet quickly, "Can I help you find anything?"
He shakes his head, muttering a "No, thank you." before disappearing into the isles. You simply go back to your magazine.
Simon searches the isles briefly, exploring despite his tired state. The stuff in the store is a tad more expensive than average; better quality, paper packaging, buzzwords for sustainability. He doesn't particularly care for any of that. He's quick with his search, and before long, he's returned to the register with a container of hot soup.
You ring him up, not even attempting small talk since you can tell the stranger seems uninterested. When he pays, you finally speak up. "Uh, you live here, right? You can get into the apartments from here, there's a door over there that leads to the main hall." You inform, pointing in the direction of one of the shop's corners.
Simon stares for a second as gears turn in his head. It suddenly clicks that you're his neighbor, and that's why you look familiar to him. He mutters a thanks, and shuffles off in the direction of the door.
This isn't the last you see of the odd man, since he ends up becoming quite the regular. Almost everyday he comes in, gets some hot food, and leaves. Simon can't be bothered to cook most nights, and the convenience of the shop is too great. He'll disappear for random periods, then be back on his daily visits. You slowly figure out some small things about him. His name, the fact he's military, he likes soup better than sandwiches, always carries exact change, and recently seems to enjoy one of the beers the store has. It's rather popular, so you save him a pack when you know he's home.
Everything is kept to small talk at the register, until one day in the winter.
You swear Simon would have bore a path into the wood by now if he wasn't away on active duty half the time. He takes the same route every time he comes in. Straight to the prepared food, then the register, then he leaves. "Hi, Simon." You greet simply, looking at the register as you punch in the soup container he's holding.
He places it on the counter, then speaks up. "Uh, d'you sell tea?" He asks quietly, hands in his pockets. You pause, taking a second to process his words. Then man's been in the store like a hundred times, but other than his first time, never really looked around. It makes sense that the rest of the stock might be forgotten.
"Oh, like tea bags and leaves?" You ask. Simon nods. "Yeah we have that. I'll show you."
Simon watches silently as you slip out off your stool, and start leading him through the store. He follows a few paces behind, until he's lead to an isle with herbs, spices, and teas. You glance over the shelf briefly, before asking. "What kinda tea do you like?"
Simon stares at you blankly. "Uh.. The- Regular tea?" He says a bit unsurely. You blink at him.
"Okay." You mumble, mentally trying to scope what a man like him would consider 'regular' tea. Your mind immediately crosses out loose leaf. "Uh.. So probably black tea."
Simon gives vague shrug "I normally get Tetley."
You hum, resisting the urge to info-dump about tea, and how cheap bags like that aren't giving the best experience. Instead, you find a mild black tea, and hand it to him. "You'll probably like this." You say, letting him inspect the box. He doesn't. Simon couldn't care less, and just nods. To him, tea is tea. He's been drinking the same thing since he was a kid, and never considered that there might be better tea out there.
"I'll ring you up." You say, walking back to the register. Simon buys the tea, and his soup, and retreats back to his apartment like always.
When Simon tries his new tea, he tells himself to remember to thank you for your recommendation. This is basically the best tea he's ever had.
I hit 100 followers recently! Yippie! I know i'm not a very consistent blog, so I appreciate all the support on my self-indulgent posting!
I know when I first started this blog I didn't take requests, but i've changed my mind a bit. If y'all want a follow up, or some extended thoughts on a post, please ask! Also if u wanna ask about a new idea, please do. I can't promise a full one shot, but it'll inspire me :)
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Lines of in-game dialogue suggest that becoming a werewolf affects your non-werewolf form. Dragonborn is regarded as smelling like wet dog, and in some dialogues guards say: "Is that.. hair growing out of your ears?"
Which leads me to believe that becoming a werewolf leads to other physical changes. Imagine a female dragonborn becoming a werewolf. Imagine a few weeks after the transformation, her body is.. changing.
Hair grows thicker, muscle comes easier.. And she gets thicker, maybe going up a cup size. It's not long before Farkas notices, and he's loving it. Eyeing up the dragonborn when she's not in armor. Farkas feels like a teen again, cozying up to the dragonborn, hoping she'll catch onto his feelings.
And trust me, any insecurities the dragonborn has relating to her new body are dissolved immediately when Farkas gets her clothes off.
I know most ppl follow my blog for COD or transformers content.. but the supernatural brainworms.. aaughh....
NOTE: College aged! Fem! Reader. Platonic ships all around, also reader is kinda related to Bobby. Set around early season six.
It starts with a simple phone call. Dean just means to check up on Bobby, now that they're back from Scotland. The phone rings once before it's picked up. But instead of Bobby's gruff southern drawl, a younger feminine voice chirps over the phone. "What can I do for you?"
"...Who the hell are you? Where's Bobby?!"
Sam looks over to his brother in concern, brows furrowing together. Dean keeps his eyes on the road.
"Sorry- do you need to talk to my uncle specifically? If it's a monster question, I promise I can help."
"Uncle?!" Dean echo's in shock, nearly dropping his phone.
You grimace at the loud sound over the phone, pulling it away from your ear a bit.. It's that moment you decide to just get Bobby to explain. "Uh, hold please." You mutter into the receiver, before retrieving Bobby from the living room.
You linger nearby making coffee, listening to your uncle explain the situation to who you now realize are the Winchester brothers. He sounds grumpy while doing so. "Didn't you boys get my text? I got my niece helpin' me out with the monster huntin' schtick." It would be later that the three men realize the text never fully loaded, because Sam and Dean were on the plane when it was sent.
Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, you continue your eavesdropping, listening to Bobby's side of the conversation. "Yeah- yeah, okay. I ain't givin' you a rundown on my whole family tree over the phone. The kid lived far away 'till now... Alright. See you soon."
After a watching Bobby hang up the phone, you decide you can make noise again. "So.." You start, handing over another cup of coffee for him. "That was Sam and Dean? Not surprised they're so on edge, considering Uncle John." Your face scrunches a bit at the memory. John Winchester.. You only met him a few times in your childhood. Called him 'Uncle' because there was nothing else to call him, much like Bobby. Coming from a family of hunters yourself, any other adults who shared your parents profession became uncles and aunts. Any kids like you were sibling.
John never wanted you meeting his boys, so you never did. You remember him telling Bobby that.. Staying up past your bedtime as a kid, and ease dropping on the two. The sentiment got stuck in your mind, though the justification is missing.
Bobby can tell by your expression, that you're thinking of something specific. "What's with the face, kid?"
You almost hesitate to answer, before remembering that the statute of limitations has long ended on your ease dropping. "I was never supposed to talk to the boys, I remember John saying that when I was a kid."
"I forgot about that." Bobby says, a small chuckle accompanying the words. "It was 'cause you talked so much about hunting and shit you overheard. Never could drill any kinda filter into you. I think the old bastard thought you'd tell them something he'd kept secret."
You stare at Bobby for a second, thinking. After a moment you mumble, "..I guess that sounds like me."
Bobby chuckles again, "Yeah, it doesn't help that the two would've defiantly dug for information the second they realized you knew anything... They probably still will."
You roll your eyes at the comment, watching as Bobby goes back to the living room to study more lore. It's a few days later when Sam and Dean have gotten back to Bobby's that the old man's prediction proves true.
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Imagine being in an unknowing situation-ship with Simon and Johnny. Imagine that the two men had been dating for a while now, and at some point you start hanging out with them. One long hangout turns heated, and now you have midnight meetings with them occasionally. Sometimes it's just Johnny, sometimes it's both. On rare occasions Simon will seek you out, but oddly enough he just.. sleeps? You figure he has trouble sleeping alone.
Imagine thinking it's just casual hook ups. Even when your libido isn't high, it's a nice way to turn your brain off for a while, so you almost always say yes. Then, imagine saying yes to someone who isn't Johnny or Simon.
It's meaningless, a cute airforce girl who sought the same distraction you did, you both agreed it wasn't serious. Maybe you should've had the same conversation with the two SAS men, because you get cornered by them the following day.
Johnny looks upset. "Heard from Nikolai that you slept with some pilot girl." He says like it's an accusation.
"What?" Your mind draws blank in confusion, brows furrowing as you look between them, as if searching for something. You can't tell what you're looking for. A hint that this is some weird prank, maybe?
A scoff comes from Simon, it sounds bitter. "Come on, don't play dumb." It's hard to gauge his expression through his mask, but his tone is almost.. upset.
"Yes, I slept with a pilot." You confirm, crossing your arms over your chest. The two just look more upset. After a second, you raise a brow "..What's going on?"
Johnny feels a surge of anger at your nonchalance. "What's wrong?! You- You were sleepin' with someone." He says, waving his arms to emphasize his point.
You still have no clue what's happening. "So? It was just a hookup. I get tested regularly, i'm not gonna give you anything."
"You're- I- that's not what we care about!" Johnny says.
Simon's glaring at you coldly. "Why'd you do it?" He asks, voice alarmingly calm.
"Because I was horny?" You ask, answer coming out as a question from your confusion. "Because- Because we met in the shower room and were both pent up."
Johny scoffs, "So you'll just fuck anyone who bats their lashes at you?" He knows the comment is a bit mean, but from his perspective it's justified. "Whenever you get the urge? You really have no sense of sanctity."
"Hey." Your voice comes out firmer than you intent. "Don't insult me just because you're upset. Especially since I have no clue what you're upset about."
"Stop acting dumb." Simon growls out, taking a steep forward and looming over you in a way that causes a chill to go up your spine. "You cheated. We have the right to be upset about it. Don't fuckin' mouth off to us, when you stepped out of line."
Your brain feels like it's buffering. "Cheat?" You echo, tilting your head. "What are you talking about? I have no one to cheat on!" You shake your head.
"Us! You cheated on us!" Simon shouts.
"We're not dating??" You shout back.
"We're not dating?!" Johnny asks in suprise.
A silence settles over the three of you quickly, as you all process what's happening. Pieces clicking into place. You're the first to break the silence.
"You thought I was dating you two..?"
Simon's just staring at you blankly. Johnny speaks up instead. "I mean like, yeah! Maybe not official official but we have- thought we had something special." Now the poor scot sounds hurt for entirely different reasons.
"You never asked me to be with you." You remind, going over your interactions with them mentally, now under a new light. "Thought we were just fucking." You can't help the blush that creeps up your neck.
"So.. when you slept with that girl..." Simon starts, looking uncomfortable now.
"Didn't mean anything. Thought you'd be fine with it." You speak up quickly.
Simon goes back to staring, his voice low. "Why'd you let me sleep in your room then?"
You blush, this time from embarrassment. "I thought that was like.. platonic, or something."
Another awkward silence.
"Do you.. Uh, not like the idea of dating us? Of being exclusive." Johnny asks, big blue eyes looking at you like a sad puppy.
You'd be lying if you denied thinking of them; if you said you didn't fantasize sometimes about cuddling and sharing kisses that weren't a means for sex. Reevaluating your thoughts on the two, this time with no guard to keep you from getting attached...
The two men watch the blush slowly grow on your cheeks.
"No." You say meekly, "No, I.. I kinda like the idea... Uhm, i'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
Simon's gaze melts to something softer, something more tender. "We shouldn't have assumed anything, lovie."
"If you'd be willing, maybe we can try actually dating" Johnny suggests, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Promise you won't feel unsure this time."
You smile, letting out a small chuckle as you nod. "I'd like that... Have a proper chat this time and everything.
Tim Drake x Attractive! Fem! Reader.. Batfam finds out Tim has a girlfriend, and they tease Tim about it obv. Jason's adamant that said gf doesn't exist, Dick keeps calling her Tim's "Minecraft Girlfriend"
Then they meet Reader and find out not only is she real, but also (from their perspective) totally out of his league.
NOTE: Damien's middle school aged. I don't love using Y/n, so i've opted to say "Reader" as a substitute, since i've seen a few other blogs do it.
It's pure chance really, how Tim's girlfriend gets introduced. A little delusionally, he thought maybe he could keep his family away from his partner forever. His family's dramatic at best, and insane at worst. Outside of a very public gala, he's sure the interaction would end in utter chaos.
His plan was working for a while.. Until he ran into his siblings at the mall.
It was supposed to be a quick trip, Tim needed a new screen protector for his phone and told Reader they could stop by a store of her choice if she tagged along. They've only just left the phone store, when Tim sees a familiar group out of the corner of his eye. He tenses, grabbing Reader's hand tighter before quickly tugging her in the opposite direction.
"Wha- Tim?! What are you-"
Tim cuts her off with a shush, and comes to a stop in a little side hallway. He gives an apologetic look to his now angry looking girlfriend, then peeks around the corner.
"You look insane." Reader says dryly, watching her boyfriend look around like a spooked animal.
Tim makes a face, realizing his behavior probably does look idiotic from the outside. But he has a good reason! "I'm hiding." He whisper shouts, looking back to his partner.
"Right.." Reader says slowly, willing to put up with his antics, but not without teasing. "From who.?" Peeking around the wall, she spots who Tim is looking at. "...A group of college kids? What is one of them your ex?"
"No!" He quickly turns, raising his voice above a whisper. "Ew, no, they're.. my siblings. Which is much worse." Tim decides to ignore the incredulous look he gets. Instead he peeks around the corner, and sees Damien pointing right at him, saying something to Dick.
Tim backs up so quick he bumps into Reader. Quickly he spins on his heels, and grabs her arms. "They spotted us. We have to loose them." Tim's tone is grim, like this meant the end of the world.
Reader chuckles, hand coming up to push Tim away gently. "It's not that big of a deal. I know you said your families weird, but-"
"You don't get it! They cannot meet you."
"Babe, we've been dating for-"
"Can we just get out of here? I really don't want to-" Tim turn to leave the hallway, taking a step out, and immediately running into Damien. Tim goes pale as he takes in the sight of his siblings. None of them seem to notice the girl standing behind Tim with an amused expression.
Damien crosses his arms, glaring up at his older brother. "What are you doing, Drake?" He demands, as assertive as ever.
"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Tim asks back, meeting Damien's glare. "I thought you hated this place. Why are you all in the mall??"
"Father says I need new clothes for school."
Tim opens his mouth to say something else, but is interjected by Jason. "Uh.. Tim Tam. Who's your friend?" Jason's looking Reader up and down with intrigue and a raised brow. This causes everyone to shift their attention, and Reader waves awkwardly at the new sets of eyes.
"Hi, i'm Reader."
"Tim, why are you with a girl?" Stephanie asks teasingly, making note of Reader's appearance. Later, she'd ask about her makeup.
"Making new friends?" Dick suggests, a grin on his lips.
"She's my girlfriend, Dick." Tim huff, crossing his arms over his chest, moving closer to Reader.
There's a split second of silence, everyone comprehending the new information. Damien's really glaring now, and Jason still looks unconvinced.
Dick breaks the silence, "SHE'S your girlfriend?!" he's a bit slack jawed, looking at his younger brother in surprise.
"Yes!" Tim defends quickly, not quite understanding his brother's surprise. "What's wrong about that?"
"Nothing's wrong! It's great actually." Dick backpedals, "Uh, we- we just weren't expecting you to be with someone so..." He twirls his wrist, looking for the words.
"Pretty." Jason supplies dryly.
"I would say hot." Steph suggests, Cass nodding along. "But that works."
"Thank you." Reader chirps happily.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Tim asks his siblings, riled up. Yes he knows his girlfriend is very attractive, but he wasn't expecting his family to point it out like this.
Jason has a shit-eating grin on his face, and while Tim goes to shout at the others, Damien comes to stand right in front of Reader.
Reader looks down at the younger boy, amusement tugging at her lips. They stare at each other for a second. Then, "Are you actually dating my brother?" Damien's blunt question catches everyone's attention.
Reader blinks, not expecting the question, then looks almost endeared by it. "Yes." She answers simply. "We've been dating for a while now."
Damien scrunches his nose, then "Hmphh"s as if satisfied. "I'm going to tell my father." And with that the youngest Wayne walks back to the others, already getting out his phone.
"See, Damien believes me." Tim says, sending one last look to Jason and Stephanie. "Now will you all please leave us alone. Go back to Gap Kids or wherever."
"Fine, party pooper." Steph groans, "But you're introducing us properly later. I wanna talk to her."
"Tim isn't paying you to date him, is he?"
"Jason!"
"Alright, alright, we're going." Dick says, shoving his younger sibling along, not wanting to make any more of a scene even though he definitely contributed to it. "See you at the manor, Tim."
"And bring your girlfriend!" Steph calls out before hiding behind Jason.
Tim lets out a deep, long sigh once his family is out of sight.
"They seem nice." Reader says absentmindedly, looking back at her boyfriend.
"I hate them sometimes." Tim groans, leaning over to kiss her cheek, arm slipping around her waist. "You okay? I know they can be a lot."
Reader leans against him as they start walking back into the flow of the mall. "I'm fine! Hey, maybe I should come over for dinner sometime." She suggests teasingly.
"Augh.. You probably don't have a choice now that my family knows of you." Speaking of, Tim feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Bruce is probably asking him about his girlfriend, working off of Damien's vague texts.
Yeah! I'll take constructive criticism, as long as no one's being mean spirited. I don't get my stuff beta-read, so feedback is always helpful! I won't get mad if someone points out a grammar/spelling mistake, but I probably won't go back and fix them either lol
Thinking about the 141 ring shopping. Getting you the perfect ring..
Price would get something with diamond. That's non-negotiable in my opinion. If you want something else as the centerpiece, that's fine. Your gem of choice in the center, with smaller diamond accents maybe? Either way, I feel like Price would want to get something with diamond. Expect matching earrings if you wear them. I can see him getting something custom, and Laswell would help him. If you want something more feminine, he might struggle to get the vision. If you don't like what he got, he'll sulk for a day, but still buy you something else.
Simon, I think, would just ask what you want. He'd do it months before he proposes, and take you to ring stores to see what you like. Depending on how much you go jewelry shopping, you'd probably know he's thinking of proposing. If you like looking at jewelry a lot, it might not be obvious. He proposes very casually by the way, asks one day when you're both in the house. "Would you wanna get married?" In a tone that could almost be taken as hypothetical. If you say yes, you'd find a ring in your hand a second later; if you say no, he wouldn't say anything. He doesn't expect you to like what he gets, and despite his nonchalance he was internally freaking out when he asked.
Kyle actually would be the most romantic. John is very traditional in the "old fashioned" way, but Kyle is sort of the modern version of that. If you like masculine things, great! He's a masculine dude, he knows what's up. But it's not fragile masculinity, and he'd also be very comfortable getting familiar with feminine things. He'd learn about different cuts, talk in-depth to the people at the service counters, finding something perfect for you. I think overall, he'd have the most success in ring shopping alone and being creative about it- he can anticipate your taste. Talks to you about marriage before he proposes. He proposes in a way that aligns with your expectations.
You already have a ring from Johnny. He impulse bought you one early into the relationship. It's something between a promise ring, and his own special little gift. He knows he can be really unserious at times, or come off as a bit mindless. But once he realizes you might be the one, he gets you a ring. It's something vaguely you- your favorite gem stone in a simple cut, presented the second he gets it in a very unceremonious fashion (he doesn't want you to think it's an engagement ring). This also means that when he does buy your engagement ring, he'll be so ridiculously romantic and ceremonious about it. You can tell when he's planning on proposing, he's NOT subtle. He already knows your interests, and your ring will probably be like a more elegant version of the promise ring he got. You get proposed to in some stupidly scenic place- Johnny almost sticks out in it. The thought of rejection doesn't even cross his mind tbh.
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KINKTOBER 2025! Day One: Masturbation. John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley (READ TAGS!!)
Ahh kink-tober, my favorite/least favorite time of year. I don't like hardcore smut mostly, but i'll indulge in some more porn w/ plot things
I know i'm late, but I got caught up with HW and forgot to post :p
It's late at night, that's when Johnny seems to have the most clarity. He's exhausted, but painfully sleepless at the same time, not having had a second to think all day, with the mission going haywire. The temporary barracks the 141's been placed in aren't exactly comfortable either.
The cots are shit, and yet somehow Simon's already passed out, knocked out cold the second he hit the damn nylon. Johnny's alone with the Lieutenant, both sequestered to med bay to heal up from shrapnel.
Simon looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Johnny finds himself staring at the older man, almost in a daze as he watches one of his closest companions. Even with his balaclava pulled on, Simon made the scot's heart stir. But with the frustration of the injury, and Johnny's restlessness, the affection shifted. "Aye." Johnny whispers, voice low and rough. "You awake L.T.?"
There's no response, just the steady up and down of Simon's breathing. Johnny swallows thickly, feeling heat pool in his stomach. Without thinking too much, his hand's wrapped around his cock, hidden under the cheap sheets.
The second he starts pumping, Johnny's mind starts filling with a million different thoughts. He feels like a teenager jerkin' it to a playboy. The idea of being caught- fuck, Johnny's horrified and a little turned on by the idea.
Rough fingers work against the sensitive flesh, fingers gripping tighter when theres any hint of noise from outside the med bay. But no one comes. A soft, muffled moan draws out from Johnny, his legs twitching a bit when he gets faster. For all his talk, the poor scot is embarrassingly sensitive. It's only a few minutes before he's twitching and biting his lip, trying oh so hard to stay quiet. To not be caught by the big bad wolf he's currently rubbing one out to.
Johnny ends with flushed cheeks and a bruised lower lip, a sticky layer of cum on the first thing he could to shove his dick into- the spare balaclava that was on the table between cots.
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Wait I have an idea for like, reader (maybe a civ?) meeting the 141 online? on like discord or something, somehow you find yourself in a server with them, or ur moots online. they start to like you, and eventually you meet them irl. so many thoughts. maybe they know it's u, but u don't know it's them? same idea can apply for any of the fandoms I write for.
Thinkin about poly!141 and reader who isn't in their relationship, but is in the task force. Reader who's just kinda here for the ride, a good soldier, don't really have a mind for their teammates behavior.
Sure, theres some jokes that are inside jokes that reader doesn't get, but they don't really care- because after a while in the 141 they form their own inside jokes with different members.
Maybe Reader is vaguely aware that the others are more than friends, but none of them explained an explicit label. Reader has their own relationships outside of the team. The 141 doesn't pry into Reader's business, and Reader won't pry into theirs. That doesn't mean nothing is said though.
Reader stands in the kitchen waiting for their breakfast to heat up. Johnny comes walking in, running a hand over his face to chase off some of his tiredness. "Hey, Johnny. You're usually up before me. You good?" The question is part pleasantries and part genuine curiosity.
"Ach, don't worry. Just spent the night in Garrick's room is all." Johnny explains, getting a mug out for coffee. Reader nods in response, accepting the answer with no question, and for that matter, no other thoughts on it. For some reason, the explicit thought of 'they had sex' never even enters their mind.
Price comes in once Johnny and Reader have settled onto the couch, and the Captain silently sits next to Johnny, closer than one normally might- but Reader doesn't care.
And that's it, little things that indicate something more, but never give it away explicitly. If the 141 said everything was purely platonic, Reader would believe it, especially because the little affections started to bleed onto them.
Readers in bed, it's early, the sun hasn't even risen yet. They're just thumbing through social media, when their door opens quietly. Kyle steps through, looking weary, in his pajamas. He gives a small pleading look to Reader that they can't quite decipher, but nod anyway. The sergeant comes to the bed, and Reader has to move over a but because Kyle's crawling in next to them, tucking himself at their side and letting his muscles relax.
Reader takes a second to process the new development before deciding not to raise any questions. Instead they just settle down, phone forgotten as they start to drift off with Kyle.
After that it was a common occurrence for one of the 141 sergeants to seek respite with Reader, and somehow the slight limp they have is never noticed. Price and Simon don't ever join in on it (snuggles? mutual laying down? Reader doesn't know what to call it.) but one time when they woke up, Simon was was just standing in their doorway, watching them. He quietly left when they woke up.
Sometimes Reader has bad days. Sometimes it's while they're on base. Sometimes they'll seek out the team's comfort.
Reader walks into the 141 barracks, and when they pass the rec-room, they catch Kyle's eye. He stiffens at the poker table seeing the slump of Reader's posture, and when another SAS member asks what's up, he says, "Gotta go take care of my bird, play without me."
Reader's at Johnny's door, giving a small knock before opening the door. Instead of the scot they were looking for, Reader finds Simon lying on the bed. He has his mask off, and raises a curious brow at Reader when they stall in the doorway- clearly upset about something. Then Kyle is behind Reader, hands hovering around them, corralling them to the bed with murmurs of comfort. Reader can only follow his lead, and when they look back to the bed, they find Simon scooted over, and space made for both Kyle and themself.
And as Reader dozes off between the two men, they're unaware of the small kiss shared above their head.
Hybrid!141 and fem!reader, but the task force thinks they're pregnant.
It started with an appointment for birth control. Simple, right? Not when you have a military-trained bomb sniffing werewolf on your team. Soap's the one who smells it first, the shift in hormones. Many hormonal birth controls essentially stimulate pregnancy hormones, but the wolf's nose can't tell the difference between the real and fake thing.
For a few days, nothing happens. Soap can smell the shift, but it takes a little to realize what it is, and then a bit more before he was sure it wasn't some fleeting thing. Thats when he tells Gaz. The two whisper about it during lunch, eyeing Reader as they get their food.
"I'm tellin' ya. Got the same sense when my cousin had her first." Soap says in a low tone, food all but forgotten.
Gaz looks skeptical. "It's not that I don't believe you.. I just haven't noticed anything." Feathered wings are held still, like that would make the blatant staring less obvious.
Soap lets out a chuff, "Ah, I wouldn't expect an egg-layer to understand." Gaz opens his mouth to correct Soap's terminology, when a gruff voice startles the two.
"You two look like creeps." Ghost chides in a flat tone, not even bothering to subdue his own staring. "Why you blokes pervin' anyway?"
That's how Ghost found out the "secret". And what Ghost knows, Price ends up knowing. And the Captain is fucking beside himself when he learned. Ghost stares blankly at the dragon as he paces back and forth in his office. Both pretending they don't see the sergeants peeking through the door.
"You really think so?" Price asks, running a hand through his hair.
"That's what Soap said. And he does sniff bombs for a livin" Ghost says simply.
"When did it happen?"
"No clue."
"..Who's the father?"
Ghost opens his mouth to say he doesn't know, but the revelation makes him pause. So, after a second be turns the office door where Gaz and Soap linger. "Oi, who knocked 'em up?" Ghost's crude terminology makes Gaz's face scrunch.
"No clue." Soap admits, not phases by being caught 'eavesdropping'. "Think they'll tell us?" The 141's minds wander back to Reader, currently in their room, unaware of the chaos being sown. It takes a while for the 141 to work up the courage to ask, but soon enough theres a knock on Reader's door.
The door is opened unceremoniously, and Reader side steps to let the hybrids in. Raising a brow at the four's frantic expressions. "What's going on? Did someone mess up laundry again-?"
"Who got you pregnant?!" Soap jumps the gun, ears and tail up straight.
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Imagine one of the 141 getting absolutely clocked by quiet!Reader.
It's on accident, Reader isn't the type to instigate (unlike some Scottish operatives). Reader is quiet, and pretty gentle when not on a mission. Not simply shy, just kind of passive. The 141 goes out for drinks- Reader has something light and watches the Soap and Gaz make a fool of themselves. Infighting on base? Readers watching silently with a neutral expression.
Soap doesn't mean to scare Reader, but he does. He pops up behind them in the hall, hand resting vaguely on their back as he starts to spout some random rumor he heard. But he doesn't get three words in before Reader pivots their stance, and drives a fist into his jaw. It's a solid punch, one that has Soap staggering back with a groan.
It takes two seconds for everyone to process it. Gaz starts laughing his ass off like some kid watching slapstick. Price blinks, surprised by his soldier's surprising show of force. Ghost just stares.
But Soap? Oh..
As soon as he got over the initial shock, he looks vaguely to a now fretting Reader- sputtering apologies and explanations- and a heat pools in his stomach. His thoughts whirring at the lingering sensation of pain, and almost primal admiration of his teammates show of strength.
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