kayleigh. she/her. 26. student, writer, yapper. midwestern lover girl. queer. scorpio. noah kahan songs on repeat. autumn vibes always. sailor song by gigi perez. smells of incense and good intentions.
thinking about bear hybrid!price who refuses to let you shave in the winter...
18+ MDNI
cw: fem!reader, no smut but nudity & suggestive, mentions & discussions of body hair & shaving, that's all i think ?
You're in his den bedroom after being apart due to an extra long mission. It's not quite freezing yet but the weather's getting colder. This will be your first winter with him and you've read up enough that you think you know what behavior to expect.
He's on top of you, smothering you really, placing kisses along your jaw and neck. His facial hair's grown out more so it tickles you but in a way that you don't mind. He takes your shirt off and pins your arms above your head. You're eager for him to hurry up and take your bra off too, but he's paused.
His eyes are zoned in on your freshly shaved armpits. He glances at you with a frown and furrowed brows.
He's grumbling to himself as he drops your hands, quickly removing your jeans. His warm hands run up and down your smooth legs before reaching down into your underwear. His rough hand on your bare cunt makes you shiver.
You're preparing for teasing touches, maybe a bite or two on your inner thighs. Instead, you get John looking up at you nearly in tears.
"You... shaved? Where's your fur?" he says carefully. Taking on the cadence of someone who's been told their loved one's terminally ill.
Every time you think you understand bear hybrids John surprises you. "Why's it upset you?" You're confused but willing to listen– you'd never want to make John ashamed of his instincts.
"I'm not upset," he scoffs defensively. "Just worried. It's winter, lovie, how're you supposed to keep warm?"
Oh. Oh. You're still confused, sure, but it's endearing how he's concerned.
You're sitting straight up now and he pulls you into his lap. He's wrapping his arms around you as if he's worried you'll freeze.
It's then you notice it's not just his beard that's grown. He does have a lot more body hair and fur than usual.
"Baby, I can wear long sleeves, and pants, and winter clothes." you try to soothe him but your words don't really help. "Normally, I don't shave in the winter but, well, most guys don't like to see all that hai-"
"Fur," he cuts you off with a grumble.
You try not to laugh at his pout. "Fur," you correct yourself. "I didn't think you'd wanna see me all fuzzy."
He lightly bites the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. "I do. How else am I supposed to know my mate's gonna be safe and warm?" he whispers into your skin.
"How about this. I'll go ahead and throw my razor out," his tail starts to wag at this. This time you can't help the giggle that slips out. "Until my fur grows back I guess my strong, handsome, mate will just have to keep me warm," you let out a dramatic sigh falling backwards onto the mattress.
He lets out a purr and gently flops on top of you. "Thank you, sweetheart," he mumbles pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
I love the concept of gaz accidentally attracting all the weirdos on base because he simply doesn't care...
Sure, ghost hangs around him, everyone knows this. Though, it's less obvious than it would be with simon tailing after johnny on good days. But on bad days, ghost follows like a shadow on gazs heels from room to room.
Gaz has a way of inviting it, maybe that's why you practically glue yourself to him.
You, the lieutenant that joined up with the 141 after a few missions with ghost. Gaz doesn't think he's ever heard you speak more than a few words, never socializing with anyone. Gaz doesn't mind.
When you decide the lunch table is a perfect place to clean your rifle, gaz simply offers to move his drink out of you way. If he finds you standing outside his room at 3am, he asks if you want to go for a jog.
Once, you spent the entire day picking up anything gaz reached for before he could, though he's sure that was just to fuck with him by the glimmer in you eye. Nothing phases him, not even the weird telepathic connection you have with ghost.
Yeah, you and ghost seem to get along perfectly, if gaz ignores the fights you get into seemingly at random. He thinks those are some sort of bonding experience. Nowadays it seems you two flock to him, always lingering around gaz silently. Watching or doing your own thing.
Sometimes, you decide gaz would actually be much better as a pillow and just...fall asleep on him. He really doesn't mind so long as he gets his fag and a drink without interrupting.
It does, however, mean recruits are less inclined to give him trouble. Something about the last guy who did that requesting to transfer out...strange.
as someone who tends to be on the quiet side and sometimes just… chooses people who I feel won’t judge my quietness or awkwardness, I enjoyed this greatly
i'm a menace in the foodbank because i'm the youngest and can get away with anything.
if there's a food that isn't on any list then i'm dishing it out. packs of custard, angel delight, cup of soups, anything nearing a use by date is getting tossed into a bag for someone.
those bags leave heavier than they're supposed to be and i feel no shame about it.
Hi Jack, some advice if it's not too much? I'm a relatively small blog (<100 followers), and recently received an anonymous ask complaining about a writer in the fandom (that I deleted obviously) but it has made me feel all the more anxious about my blog. In the last month, I've been getting nervous about posting politically too (as in pro-Palestine, pro-woke in general), even though it is important to me to get the word out about those issues. While I understand this is all online, I also understand that people unfortunately feel very comfortable being weird and probing online, so I do fear the witch hunts against dark/political/anti-censorship content. Any advice on how not to let it affect me too much? Have an awesome day :)
Taking you gently by the chin and telling you that you need to let go of what people you don't respect think of you. If you wouldn't take their advice, then don't accept their criticism. And I really hope you wouldn't take the advice of a random person shouting through a paper tube at you from behind a wall (because that is what Anonymous Messages are). This will become easier as you get older.
If you are firm in your convictions, then people being mean to you about them is a reflection of them, not you. Ngl, my inbox regularly has an influx of anonymous messages trying to "well, actually" me out of my opinion, but this is the "well, actually" website where people see their sexuality as a moral grading and they like to play identity politics about making the Politically Correct Characters Get Shagged, rather than fight the class war. Nothing, and I mean nothing, on here should be taken to heart.
The flip side of this is that you might make someone feel seen. The first time I saw someone say something along the lines of "hey, you don't have to conform to a US-centric of what it is to be LGBT and a lot of what they spend their time on comes from a place of privilege", I was liberated. Like, holy shit, I don't have to perform in a way that makes me feel completely and utterly alien. That guy was so important on my healing journey. You could be That Guy for someone else.
Also, well done for deleting the bitching. Cowards deserve precisely zero air time on your timeline.
I've been told to "stick to the porn" and "stop being political". But that's not me. This is my blog. I am grateful to speak to like-minded people and I have met some truly lovely people on here. But if I'm not someone's cup of tea, they know where the block button is. I have been through waaay too much to diminish myself to be palatable for someone who probably wouldn't even piss on me if I were on fire
Ghosts heart practically falls through his stomach when you say it.
You've just gotten home, uncharacteristically quiet as you pad about the house. Ghost idly listens, wondering if your day was rough, when you call out from the living room "simon? Uh...how do you feel about being a dad?"
A loud bang from upstairs, followed by a crash and thumping feet as ghost no doubt runs into a wall in his dash to get down the stairs.
"Love, what the fuck–" he's in the middle of yelling, face one of pure horror.
Instead of a pregnancy test in your hands, you hold a tiny kitten, drenched in mud and shivering in your arms. You look at simon, your dear husband in everything but law, and beg "please, si? It doesn't have a family! We could raise it!"
Ghost, who momentarily cycled through every stage of panic known to man, clutches a hand over his chest and leans against the wall as though he ran a marathon. Finally, weakly, he forced out "...yeah. yeah, dove, we can do that. Just...lead with the cat next time."
"Thank you!!" You crowd him into a hug, little kitten meowing between you so you can pepper ghosts face with kisses.
You end up naming the wee thing Casper, and ghost pointedly tries not to mention the weird hopeful feeling he had for a moment when he first heard the word 'dad'.
The happy ending I promised!! (Here's Part 1 if you haven't seen it)
MAN, this one was a journey, I think I finished it? Two days before Christmas? Anyways, I hope it makes all the sadness from the first half go away sufficiently UwU
As always, early access, WIPs and other goodies are on my Patreon! -> The next mini comic is already up, it's a cute little pre-relationship only-one-bed kinda deal ^w^
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