price please domesticate me

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It's just really jarring as a fem reader to be nearly at the end of a post and see male pronouns for no reason :/ like ik it's tagged but sometimes I get too caught up in the writing to check the tags then get jumpscared :/

Nope :]

As you mentioned, all my readers are appropriately tagged. You can actually [filter tags] so you are warned if a post contains a certain tag. I will always use the tags "male reader" and "male!reader"

I'd also recommend filtering "ftm reader" and "ftm!reader" if you don't want to see he/him reader. I hope this helps nonny!! :3

People are used to you butting into soaps conversations just to make him hold your hands, enjoying the warmth in the middle of winter. Or seeing you two cuddled in a far too public space, you practically zipped up in just jacket to trap the body heat.

"My personal space heater," you tell him, hands cupping his face and cooing lovingly when you snuggle into the bed that's already warmed by johnny. "What would i do without you?"

"Ach, you couldn't shake me if you tried!" Soap laughs, pulls you into bed and unceremoniously flops down on top of you. By the end of the night you'll be sweaty from the heat, but right now it'd nothing short of comforting.

When soap doesn't come back from the tunnel, you're not sure what to do with yourself.

"I miss you, johnny." You tell the frame that sits on your nightstand. His jacket warmed by the dryer, heat seeping into the cold bed until all you feel is the bite of the winter.

Those long cold nights spent in bed, the winters without him.

People whisper about you when they think you aren't looking. They whisper about the man who's more ice than person, don't try to get close to him unless you want to freeze too.

You shower with the water set to cold, and not one of your teammates comment on it. You wear johnnys tags over your heart, the cold metal pressing against your sternum.

Ghost narrows his eyes, glances away in a grimace "the fock is this coming from?"

"I never say it when I should." You reply, thumbs rubbing gentle circles right below the corners of his eyes. Your face is open and slack in that 'too drunk to lie' way that you get, "you're beautiful, simon. Like. Really."

"You're drunk." Ghost grunts, prying your hands off his face and pointedly moving your wine glass out of reach. The movie continues to play, ignored when you frown.

"It's the truth, though. You're really good looking." It's true. You spend hours admiring ghost, the hook of his nose, that subtle blush and stupid tan line. His scars and pretty hair. The flush to ghosts cheeks deepen, so you continue. "not in the scarred way, or the dangerous way. Not in spite of. Just...Handsome."

"You think that all the time?" A blanket drapes around you, ghost pulling you into his lap.

"Yep. Love you lots, simon." Too easy with your words, you don't think much of it before cuddling into his chest.

Ghost doesn't say anything.

You're supposed to be casual. He should have get all caught up over some drunk rambling.

Weehhh doughbabies🥺 here's a doodle inspired by [ghosts baby using his mask as a blankie]

He questions you extensively about your nest preferences, asks to see photos of your previous nests, keeps a notebook of possible materials for you. Price may be a bit old school, he thinks it's an alphas job to provide his omega with the best possible nest.

Every so often, a new blanket or pair of clothes gets added to his den to soak up his scent. It's important he always has fresh den items for you to choose from, after all.

He spends hours cuddling with you in his den, rumbling all happy to make sure the materials only smell like good memories. To price, a healthy nest is a sign of a strong relationship.

So it drive him absolutely mad that you have zero interest in building a nest!!

You tried to explain that it's just a generational gap thing, that many omegas your age don't nest like that.

Because really, all you want it that hoodie he always wears. It's thick and light, reeks of all of your alpha. You can wear it anywhere and sink into that warm safe space, always have his comfort with you.

No, instead she has one of ghosts masks.

It had fallen out of his bed when he tossed it onto the table the night before. Long deployment and missing his family making ghost lose focus enough to not notice it. Of course, the next morning baby was trying to do anything but eat her breakfast as was her constant goal.

Ghost had only turned around for a moment, but he nearly dropped the skillet when he looked back to see his sweet little girl with his mask in her tiny pudgy hands.

"No, no, we don't touch that, pumpkin–" ghost had tried to take the mask away. Thankfully one he rarely used, skull print directly on the balaclava instead of his hard-shell. It made him want to puke thinking of her holding that.

Only for baby to start wailing, little arms waving around and tiny feet kicking in despair.

Ghost had always had a weak spot for his daughter, no will to discipline her like you have. So a different mask, identical except for the fact this one has never seen battle, is placed into he hands while he coos "hey, it's okay sweetheart. Just had to get you a better one, yeah?"

When you saw your beloved daughter chewing on the mask and babbling happily, you and ghost had a long talk.

The official story is your daughter getting attached to ghosts Halloween costume, kid's can be so silly in their obsessions, right? Or, that's what you tell the kindergarten teachers when you sweet girl decides to wear the mask all around school.

Ghosts team quickly learned not to make jokes about the masks true origin after you tore price a new on in the front lawn.

Omg congrats nonny!!!! This is a huge win i hope you feel proud!!

In an age where more people are turning to ai in fandom spaces (especially to write fics) its so awesome to see someone actively quit!!

Lazy days on leave spent in the too-big bed kyle impulsively bought one drunken night, warm under fluffy blankets and cozy pajamas. Kyle at your back, one arm curled into your waist and keeping you tucked against him, the other tangled in soaps hair.

Soaps already awake, but he silently scrolls on his phone, basking in the total silence. The safety of it all. Your face nuzzled against his furry chest. No one really wants to move so no one does.

"No. Absolutely not."

"It's a must, just two months, that's all we need." Laswell states. She doesn't leave room for argument, only allowing you to a moment to look back at the outline. She nods to price sat next to you with an identical folder "You and captain price will be working undercover. You've both led successful undercover missions in the past."

"Yeah, separately!!" You hiss, then remember yourself at the unamused raise of laswells brow. Calmer, to add "I'm young enough to be his kid, no way anyone believes we're married."

Price coughs into his fist, adjusts his seating with a chuckle "quite the contrary, sergeant. Men my age tend to have a certain...preference."

"Sir. That's...whatever." you groan, you didn't need to know that about your captain. Another skim at the file, and tapping your boots against wooden floor and mentally debating the consequences of refusal because "Seriously? A house? One bedroom? This is undercover not play pretend."

"You're expected to invite some figures of interest over," laswell slides over another file, price opening it to pull out fake ids and passports "you need to play the part convincingly."

The thought of sharing a bed with your captain...of pretending to be all domestic with him. You want to hate it, and you want to hate that thrill up your spine even more.

"C'mon love, just for a few weeks," price grins, all teasing in the way the he gets when he's lauding his experience over yours "think you can behave yourself that long?"

"....fine." you relent, knowing damn well refusal is never an option anyways.

Giant of a man, thick muscles underneath the same black compression shirt he always wears off-base. The few times gaz can convince him to grab a drink or two at the bar, he's always being approached.

This time is no different when you spot him and gaz. Christ, they look good. Military, obviously, tall and strong and dangerous.

"Ever taken anyone to Paris, sir?" You grin, bat your lashes in the way you know men like when you glance between him and gaz.

"...killed a few politicians there." Ghost grunts into his drink, completely missing the look gaz shoots him.

"What."

"Screamed like hell." He gets this giddy little smile on his face, twisting the scar tissue. Next to him, gaz wondering what the point of trying to find a third is if this is how ghost acts. "Before I cut the tongues out, of course."

Ur not insane nonny!!🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

Im currently distracted by some other hobbies and responsibilities, so im posting less over here to let my creativity regenerate :3

The sanctuary workers assume it will be fine, ghost has never been aggressive towards other mers, only the occasional staff member. You should get along well...right?

Except ghost takes one look at you, much smaller than he is with your external gills and makes the logical conclusion that you're a weird mer pup.

Now this strange new mer won't leave you alone, always circling around you and trying to curl over you when you sleep. He keeps calling for a pup even though there's clearly not one in the tank! Though...him bringing you food so often is nice...maybe you like him.

The workers, on the other hand, are coming to loathe ghost for the simple fact he refuses to let any of them near you. His instincts tell him to keep the pup safe after all, it doesn't matter of the pup is his or not!

"....what the fock was tha'?" Ghost freezes above you mid-thrust. Forearm braced above your head, breath hot against the curve of your neck.

Ghost is the space between a pulled trigger and the target it hits, the breathe of every soldier on a battle field. You should know nothing gets past him. You whine, low and needy and intentional, squeeze around his cock and push at his chest "c'mon si...why did you stop?"

Ghost narrows his eyes, fully sits up until he's resting on his heels, arms crossed and thighs keeping your legs spread open. "Stop that. Fuckin– stop it."

You twist in the sheets like a trapped animal, try to entice him to keep moving. Using all those tricks because you know he likes it from the way his cock twitches—

"I. Said. Stop." Two large hands pin you down, and when you finally meet ghost's eyes he looks furious "thought I wouldn't notice that fake shit? Fuckin' mocking me?"

Your stomach twists when he thrusts in, slow and deep, studying your every expression. "You think i can't make you scream? Can't please you?"

"You do! Si– you do please me–" you try to plead, clenching tight at the next thrust. "It's not because of that! You feel good, I promise–"

"Then what? Huh?" Another, deeper thrust that has your mind nearly shutting off from pleasure. His whole body rolls into it, more consciously putting on a performance for you now.

"It's...I...I don't make noise, si. I'm not loud." You whisper, face pinched. "I didn't want you to think I'm not enjoying it..."

For a moment, ghost just stares at you.

He lowers himself down, muscles moving under skin like a predator stalking prey. Full of potential to ruin you. His arms cage you in until all you can focus on is ghost.

"I want to hear you. Got it? Don't care what it sounds like so long as 's you." He grumbles, really settles his weight back into you.

Tentatively, you nod.

"Good. See? Wasn't so hard, now was it?" He pulls nearly all the way out, tucks back into your neck, and fucks you like he's trying to prove a point.

Quiet gasps, small whimpers and nothing more falls from your lips. Your orgasm is silent only in voice when you rake your hands along his back hard enough to break skin. When you have to bite into his shoulder after the second.

You love johnny, your roomate and maybe–boyfriend, and you love watching him enjoy himself. Mostly that means him spending four hours straight soldering...something, or watching a show with him on the couch.

Sometimes it also means this.

"Fuck— fuck, thank you—" soap whines into your neck, desperately grinding against your thigh on the couch. Absently, you play with the remote for the vibe in his ass, splitting your attention with the movie on screen.

"You're cute like this," you tell him, turning the vibe to the highest setting to watch him gasp and jerk. "Yknow, I saw someone strap a wand to a boot online yesterday. Seems like your kind of thing."

"Mmmhhh!! Please, please– I'd make it if you let me—" soap tries to bargain, fucked out and dizzy at the thought of it. Despite what others may assume, soap is embarrassingly easy to please without taking your clothes off.

He never once pressured you to do anything with him, and it took him months to make the connection between you not wanting "proper" sex to you being ace. Maybe that's why you feel so comfortable now, doing these things with him knowing it's never a precursor for more.

"Yes–! Mhhh yes, thank you, love you–!" Ah. He came.

You leave the vibe on until he starts squirming uncomfortably, only turning it off to laugh "were you serious about the boot? I think you'd look nice on your knees for me."

I think it's a very helpful tool that will soon be less helpful the more people know about it, unfortunately (;_;)

So far it only works for finding Claude in the html, and that is extremely easy to remove. Furthermore, it doesn't show how the ai was used, just that it was. So someone could write a fanfic on their own and toss it st Claude for "improvements" then use their original doc as defense it wasn't ai generated.

For some people, that makes a big difference. For me, any ai use is enough for me to ditch the fanfic.

This doesn't mean a fic that won't flag as ai isn't ai, there's no way to detect all ai. It can just find this specific instance.