#wolf!soap

o firstly, Cat!Reader is extremely possessive. She doesnt sleep with just anyone, especially not someone she'd be seeing regularly. One time she saw Johnny talking to a new recruit, another wolf, and the jealousy that scorched through her veins was unmatched.

Johnny was standing straight, but within arms distance of a twenty-somethimg brunette woman, who was leaned against the wall, twirling her hair around her finger. Johnny looked good. He was wearing a green zip up (with J. MACTAVISH on one arm and "Seargent" on the back) that looked a bit tight around his biceps, and loose around his chest where he had it half zipped up, a black wife beater underneath.

The woman, somehow, was wearing a thin, cropped tank top. It was always cold on base, so when Kitty!Reader walked in, the girl was trembling, a bit preformatively in her opinion. It was almost like she waited until she saw Kitty to whine out "Sergeant, its sooo colddd! You wouldn't mind lending me your jumper would you?"

Johnny furrowed his brows. Wasn't she just saying she was perfectly warm when he made fun of her for being in such thin layers? Kitty, however, marched over, not even taking a second thought before pushing the shewolfs head into the heard cement wall. She didnt push hard, not hard enough to get a concussion, maybe just a headache and a bit of a bump.

"Jesus bonnie" was minced in with Kittys cold words, as the whole rec room was now watching, Simon standing to interfere between a possible dispute, looking to Johnny as if to tell him to keep a close eye on how his new partner is smelling, what emotions shes feeling.

And Johnny is, oh god is he. he's relishing in the scent of jealousy and possession seeping out of Kitty!Reader. "You listen to me because I'll say this once, loud and clear yeah? You are a dumb runt and if you talk to my mate one more time, I'll really remind you of where your place is on this team."

God it was harsh to say when the crime was flirting, but it wasnt wrong. Recruits were runts in a large pack dynamic such as the 141. She was new and in kitty's mind, and no place talking to her seargent outside of work duties. Perhaps a but classist, but she really didn't care what "vibe" she gave off when it came to Johnny.

The recruit looked nervously between the two, as if Johnny would save her. Instead he took a step closer to Kitty, and put a hand on the small of her back. She leaned into his touch, letting her guard down and forgoing her previously hostile demeanor. "Do. Not. Let it happen again. Do you understand me?" She still had ice in her words, but Johnny could smell her calm, rolling off him and into her like waves.

That whole encounter sends a flame through Johnny. He had never heard you actually call him your mate. I mean, yes, you called him your boyfriend when you approached humans, and hybrids typically use that and marital terms interchangeably, but he didnt really know. Now he did. Johnny loves being wanted, and he wouldnt give that up by testing her limits. He did, however like to occasionally tease your jealousy...

Perhaps by wearing those sweatpants that make his ass and bulge stand out in just the right way, paired with a tight, cropped babytee, the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out. He was dressed well. Better then a lot of men would be and he looked good. I mean fuck he usually looked good to Kitty, but he was a sweatshirt and tactical pants kinda guy normally.

Now he's doing this purposefully when you go to the mall, or maybe out for lunch for some fast food, simply because he knows that if someone, anyone, takes even a look at him, he will get manhandled at home.

He loves it, and she knows he does, but it doesnt cause the urge to stop at any point. She's on him like an animal, throwing him on the bed and tying him up, legs spread. He just has that stupid smirk on his face that invalidates all her jealousy and she wants to wipe it off of him. Replace it with moans and him screaming her name loud enough for that twink working at Wendy's who stared at Johnny's ass, to hear.

Panties in the mouth became a regular occurrence when she was on top, not everytime and certainly not the whole time (she wanted needed to hear her pretty bird sing), but usually at the beginning when he was still capable of being mouthy.

After nights like this, Johnnys cock was drained, asshole was sore, and body was covered in hickeys. The first time, as in the very first time, Price asked johnny who he picked a fight with to get so badly bruised up, and Johnny was more than happy to tell him who gave, and how he got them.

Okay enough about her jealousy. More about some little quirks in their relationship, especially to do with their hybrids.

Firstly, Kitty is a little minx who is generally quite cold, she has a good heart just takes some warming up too, and a very dry sense of humor. Her and price get along good that way. Shes very choosy who she spends time with and who she gets too close to. With Johnny however, shes a clingy, sleepy little creature who curls up under his arm, on his chest, or lap, anywhere.

One time, during exfill, when the team was on a plane rather than a helicopter (as the mission was quite far away, and not as violent as others, more intel based.) Johnny was sirting in the corner of one of the seats, sort of diagonal with his knee hitched up and a blanket draped over his whole body, neck down.

Kyle made a joke, asking if he was getting head down there, but there was a hint a genuine curiosity, he wouldnt put it past them, and Johnny was smiling like a madman, as if he was lost in heaven. Carefully, Johnny peels the blanket down to reveal her sleeping form, curled right into his bicep and the thigh that was propped up. She was purring strongly, evident by the little rumble of her chest and the way her hair moved.

"Well if that ain't the life I don't know what is" Price muttered, jokingly grumbling. He was happy for Johnny, truly, but that didn't mean he didnt wish he had a sweet'art of his own.

So as if mentioned, many a time, Johnny is a dirty dog who clearly hasn't been trained. It's very much Marie and Tramp, or like princess and thief peasant aesthetic. Oftentimes you'll see her yelling at him, or pulling his hair out of rooms, calling him by the last name and receiving a "yes ma'am" and a prompt exit out of the room. Don't save him he's EXACTLY where he wants to be. He loves it everytime.

"John Mactavish you disgusting, pantystealing mutt!" You threw yourself into the private 141 recroom, everyone stopping their activities, Gaz taking multiple steps away from where he was playing pool from Johnny. He on the other hand, had a growing smirk as she marched up to him, yanked his mohawk till he was on his knees and she was looking down at him. Simon muttered a little "bloody hell" but was watching, perhaps with a slightly growing chub.

After she wasdone chastising him, she pulled him back up, his legs naturally complying as he looked at her with a smile, eyes in a trance staring at her face. She coulsnt look him in the eye without blushing a tiny bit at his clearly devotional status.

Irregardless she searched through this pant pockets, having to check through the two top ones before finding a pair of red panties in his second left pocket. She held it out accusingly in front of his face. "These are out of the fucking laundry! What the fuck is your problem, dog?" It was getting pretty heated in their before Price said something. If he hadn't he mightve gotten on his knees infront of her and asked to be next.

"Should we go? Or are you gonna take this weird foreplay to your barracks Mactavish?"

So besides being sexually dirty, He's also just plain gross. He doesnt guve a fuck about sharing a tooth brush with you, will have an open conversation about how bad he has diarrhea, etc etc.

He has totally done the whole going onto the bathroom and pissing in-between Kitty's legs while shes trynna use the toilet.

Kitty gets no privacy either! Good time to mention that. She doesnt mind, if she wanted to get away from him she knew the places to go, where to slip into the shadows and out of scents length, She just really didnt need to.

Despite his joking demeanor and insistent need to piss Kitty off, he is a really good partner, especially when it comes to communication, and handling bratty Kitty.

For some girls, brattiness needs to be fixed with sexual attention, but for Kitty it came from pure uncomftorability and required gentle coaxing and the right tools to fix. Sometimes, after the emotions had been fully worked through Johnny might follow with something sexual, usually some overstimulation or forcing her not to move on his cock for hours, but never in punishment of her emotions, merely in the way she expresses them.

He knows she can't control it, and through the course of their relationship shes gotten much better, but its still a bit fun to "punish" her the same way she would "punish" him for making her jealous.

After a particularly hard solo mission, her first during their relationship, he can smell it off her immediately. She gives him a long hug and kiss when she first comes home, slipping into their bed together and falling asleep with him, saying they'll talk in the morning.

They didnt talk in the morning. She yelled and shut down.

She was gone before he woke up, which was particularly early as he wanted to enjoy having her back in his arms before the day started, and he briefly wondered if he dreamed her arrival home. He looked around the room for any sign of her, and she was sitting in the corner on her phone, one leg up with a grumpy pout on her face. Before he even had time to register what was going on, or what time it was (6 am on an off work day), she spoke up. Her voice was cracked like she had been crying, but put on a cold front. "I woke up over an hour ago and you haven't moved. You didnt even notice, do you even want me here?" Her words were aggressive, but after seconds allowing Johnny to register what was happening and what she said, he could tell they were coming from a very unplaced sense of anxiety.

Johnny sat up and took a breath, turning on the lamp. He decided placating her would be the best option, for now. "Im sorry, bon, 'las 'nigh was a pain on ta body. Knew you were finally safe, could finally 'leep." He didnt feel he genuinely had much to apologize for, kitty was stealth regardless of what she was doing and he had often joked about her needing to wear a bell. He couldn't possibly have felt that at four or five am. He wasn't even in bed until one.

"Bonnie why 're you outta bed? You got home at 'tree-'tirty." He tried to direct the conversation to find out the real reason she was so upset.

She glared at little bit remained quiet for a bit. After a second she gestured to the room around her like he was stupid for not getting it. Within seconds he understood, but she beat him to the punch. "Anything look different to you, soap?" she said the name all the time when she was mad at him. He noticed she did it whenever she was irritated with anyone.

John instantly became Price or even "The captain" when he lost your document one time, because his desk was so unorganized. Kyle became "your ****** *** ******* friend over there" (or whatever curses she's worked up) when he said something particularly stupid. She momentarily disconnects herself from the person.

Luckily, Johnny didn't take it too personally. If he couldn't handle her personality he wouldn't be there. He tried to speak up but you cut him off. "One thing i asked you to do huh? Keep. our. room. clean! That's it. Put the laundry in the fucking hamper, put away things, what the fuck did i walk into last night?"

To be fair on both points, this is completely his fault, he was asked to make sure it was clean so when she came home she could relax, and on top of that he knew how untidy rooms mess with her instincts. She didnt like it. She had decided in where her stuff and agreed to where Johnny he would keep his stuff when they first moved into the joint room. Sharing a space without total control is a big leap already, so why the hell would he screw with that by messing up the whole room?

"Bonnie im so sorry-"

"No. No Bonnie or lassie or Hen or wee thing," he wanted to interrupt to correct and say it was 'wee yin', but decided better not. "Im pissed Johnny! You had a hard night? I had a hard week outside by myself, and i dont even get to sleep when I come home? I had to stay up and clean up this mess!"

Johnny felt legitimately bad, but saying that would only warrant a snide remark from his extremely angry, extremely beautiful mate. He notices the laundry full and jumps out of bed, repeating an "im sorry baby. Get some sleep" quietly because he didnt know what else to say as he takes the laundry to the machines.

Action is always the best communication tool to show her he's really sorry, so he gets ti doing the laundry quickly, and then makes a little breakfast that'll ease her back into eating normal food and not ration packs. Just two thin pancakes, some strawberry jam, an airfryed hash brown patty with a sausage patty and fried egg on top.

By the time he brings it back he's very careful opening the door. If shes sleeping he will not wake her up. He will eat this breakfast himself and make another in an hour when she begins to stir. He knew she never was able to sleep well by herself when they weren't together.

Like he figured, she was now sitting up in bed, doing nothing but looking at the door. Kitty took the breakfast with a very small "thanks", and as he tried to sit beside her thighs, she pointed her finger to the end of the bed. Like an obedient dog he sat where she told him to.

"I was looking for you" he muttered out. Her eyes flickered up from the plate and snapped to him.

"What?"

"My animal. By the sixth night we weren't doing great, he took over a bit and all he could smell was you. Your clothes, your blankets, your chair, everything smelt so strongly of you it blinded us. I should've cleaned when I came too but I was too much enjoying the nest of your belongings I had created. Im sorry."

The explanation made sense logically, and emotionally she could feel the shame coming off of him. She sighed and pushed the food away from her., crawling the the edge of the bed where she had commanded him go.

"Like I wasnt sleeping with your shirt pressed to my nose every night trying to simulate you being their. I almost suffocated myself Johnny." She giggled a little and at the sound and of his name, all was right in the world.