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[rawme-price]

Its about time I make an intro post, huh?

HI EVERYONE!!! my name is rommy (sounds like rawme lol) and I use he/him and it/its pronouns pls. Im an aroace trans guy in practice, but in fiction i do love my men <3 :] im chronically obsessed with the 141, and my main content is hybrid posts, smut, and deaddove! I really try my best to answer asks, but it can be difficult, so please have some grace!

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Inspired [this] post by @twolegsandbleeds

You've been dating ghost for months...but he refuses to kiss you.

It'd driving you mad. Ghost is more than happy to bend you over his desk, push you against the walls, fuck you stupid wherever you ask for him. But not once does he kiss you properly.

"Simon....do you...do you love me?" You ask one night, back tucked to ghosts chest in your apartment. Never his.

Silence drags longer than you're comfortable with.

"Yes. O' course i do, lovie." He finally replies, dragging one arm over you, pulling you closer as if to end the conversation. But you can't drop it, not after so long of feeling inadequate.

"But...I've never been to your apartment. And you refuse to kiss me...and–" you choke for a second, only realizing you've started crying when your throat goes tight.

"I have kissed you." Ghost corrects. pointedly ignores everything else.

"Yeah, through that damn mask." You hiss, finally turning around to glare at him. Even now, ghost is wearing that stupid thin balaclava he sleeps in "i don't even know what you've look like! I've never touched your face! But you get to see every part of me!"

You don't mean to say it like that, like he owes you what you know is such a traumatic and personal thing, but it's the only way the words come out.

"You won't like what you see." Ghost warns, eyes narrowed and brows pinched in that discomfort you've learned to recognize "I'm not– Easy to love. You wouldn't want to stay."

It's the most vulnerable he's ever been with you.

"You can't make that decision for me. You can't decide how I feel, simon." You try to reason, sliding a hand up to cup his covered jaw. "Please. I love you. I want to love you, if you let me."

Ghost stares at you, silent.

"I....I can't." You want to scream, but ghost gently tucks your head against his chest, rests his chin against you "not...not now. Give me time. Wait for me."

"...okay. I can wait. Just, don't block me out." You sigh, pushing so close you can hear the hammer of his heartbeat.

"I know, love. I'm trying."

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Simon "such is life, innit." Riley who doesn't care what his partner does. He's stubbornly passive in his own relationship. Full of undeniable love for you but unwilling to speak up when something you do bothers him. He'll let you do anything to him, not because he's scared of the consequences or of rejection, but because he seriously doesn't see himself as holding that much free-will in his own life. Things just happen to him, it's a fact.

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Kyle "I've already got it sorted, love." Garrick who is the epitome of control issues. He's extremely involved in the relationship to the point of nearly pushing you out of it. Not because he doesn't respect you, but because he only trusts himself to truly keep you safe. He feels most at ease when he has total control, in charge of every variable. He can be safe, keep you safe, when he decides how to celebrate anniversaries and birthdays and dates.

[rawme-price]

I see you've on a little bit of a bug kick lately, soooo I'm curious, If you were a bug, what kind would you be? Or the taskforce fellas if you'd rather talk about them :>

This is who's writing your military porn btw

I sit at my lappy tappy and twitch my antenna and write about gaz knowing when ghosts rut happens long before the lieutenant does and being his rut buddy while ghost is all whiny and submissive for his omega.

[rawme-price]

I saw that you have a car fund on throne and immediately bought the thingy :3c I hope you get your car soon!!

Awaaawww!!! Thank you!!! (´Д` )(´Д` ) !!

You have no idea how appreciated that is!! I bought the car yesterday due to time constraints on transport, so the fund is to help recover from...that(;_;)... and to cover any mechanic fees because lets be real this is a used car its gonna need a mechanic more than most.

One billion forehead kisses for you nonny!!! >0<

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just bear hybrid!price who does his damn best to skip hibernation each winter.

He's gotten good at it, tricking his body to avoid those long days spent mostly sleeping and losing productivity. Light meals, keeping warm, plenty of caffeine. Down to a science.

The team knows to let him be, it's not unusual for hybrids to skip seasonal habits in the military.

Something that you, his maybe-sorta-partner, absolutely despise.

You've read all the studies and medical info videos about the dangers of disrupting natural biological patterns. Look, if your maybe-hopefully-future-husband is allowed to follow his own rules in war, then you're allowed to follow your own rules in caring for him.

Which means feeding him...without him noticing.

Lucky for you, price's instincts want to eat.

Snacks left on his desk for him to mindlessly pick at, insisting you're too full and he should finish your portion. Small things that price won't notice, comfortable as he is in not needing to notice the signs. You've got him waking up at night just to clear out the fridge in a matter of weeks.

Price? He doesn't notice until he wakes up one day after sleeping for 38 hours straight.

Hair a mess, mouth dry, still sleepy.

He turns in bed to see you absolutely beaming, squints through sleepy eyelids and huffs "yer a fuckin' menace. Ahm' never letting you go."

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It truly was meant to be a silly little video.

Your tiktok feed has been filled with spouses packing lunch for their husbands, making neat little meals. You thought it would be fun to film your own!

"Come pack my husbands lunch for a fourteen hour shift!" You happily narrate, ready to show off the meal for ghost that you have down to a science.

One container of last nights leftovers for him to eat in the morning when he gets in. A fresh sandwich with sauce on the side to avoid soggy bread. Beans, rice, and steamed veggies in another box. Of course, the insulated thermos gets some hot soup to keep him warm throughout the day. Two electrolyte drinks, two water bottles though you know he always forgets to drink them.

As always, you make sure to fill it with snacks for him to pick at through the day. Crisps, trail mix, those gummy worms he loves to much.

All that is topped with a hand-written note, though you don't let the camera see that. It's private between you and ghost!

You post the video and move on with your day, only to become upset when you see the comments on it a few days later.

"No way he eats all that!"

"That's just for show. Totally unrealistic! No one needs all those snacks!"

"Do you not expect him to come back for three days??"

The solution? Responding with a video of your beloved husband at dinner that night.

Ghost, a giant of a man hunched over his plate and scarfing down pasta. It's a bit difficult to film, seeing as He's holding your hand like the clingy man he is. Still. You think the sheer size of him and the hunger he has speaks for itself.

The comments after that seem to come to a consensus

"Actually? Absolutely valid. Keep feeding him."

After that, you occasionally post the food you cook for you and your husband and watch in delight as people comment in awe.

Inspired by a chat with @cod-enthusiast and @quarterlifekitty in the discord chat <33

[rawme-price]

Gaz nearly cries the first time he stays for dinner at ghosts house and eats your cooking.

"Oh! Kyle, grab whatever you want, I wasn't sure your preference!" You smile when he freezes in the doorway of the dining room. The table is full of food, and it sides and main courses alike. Ghost is already sat, rumbling happily to himself while he butters some rolls.

And that's the thing about all the food that kyle can't quite wrap his head around. It's all...unhealthy.

Or. Maybe not unhealthy? But certainly not anything kyle would have had growing up in his childhood home. Rolls slathered in butter, pasta with a thick creamy sauce, cuts of ham glazed in honey. You smile tightly at the way he seems frozen in indecision, and gently offer "if it's not okay, I can make you a salad. But...simon always tells me you stare at his lunch. I figured..."

That's enough to have gaz snapping out of hid stupor, realizing his mouth is watering.

He pushes down his mothers voice talking about carbs and fats and addictive sugars, loading up a plate with a bit of everything. He misses the smile you and simon share.

The first bite has gaz practically moaning before he catches himself, embarrassed at such a reaction.

You just chuckle, leaning over the table to serve yourself "simon is the same way. Don't forget to leave room for dessert, though!"

Gaz genuinely does cry at that. The casual mention of dessert, the easy acceptance of food between you and ghost. It feels impossible to imagine he lived years eating almonds and fruits and avoiding "bad sweets" like they'd kill him.

You and simon pretend not to notice, and you make sure to note down the dishes he seems to favor for next time.

That night, gaz experiences his first proper food coma on your couch, passed out and unsuspecting when he sat down not five minutes ago. While you and simon clean up, you whisper "I see why you like him, si. He's cute."

"Mhm." Ghost nods, bent over the sink and scrubbing dishes "think we bring it up after a few more dinners?"

"Tempted to just skip the dating and buy a ring now," you joke, catching the soft smile of your husband "yeah, I think a few more. Need to figure out what his favorite dish is so I can make it for the announcement, yeah?"

Because really, how are you not meant to fall in love with kyle when he's to horribly charming? Obviously, ghost already has.

[rawme-price]

Rommy!!!! I love the muzzled ghost post!! What does his muzzle look like? :3

Thank you! So [muzzled!ghost] kinda looks like this!

He painted the skull himself, and instead of hid classic hard-shell skull mask he wears on the field, the muzzle gets paired with a balaclava underneath. It's custom made to fit him!

There's some other features I can't go into detail about without spoiling my next post for him >:3

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Each of the boys is disgusting. Absolutely. What are the unique ways though?

Ohhh boy. These men are gross, okay? For my own sanity, I'll pick out one gross thing they do living with you that definitely has your nose wrinkling.

Gaz leaves dishes in the sink. Not the worst, but there's a dishwasher right next to it. All he has to do is rinse the dishes and put it in! Worse than that, he doesn't bother to wash cups if all they had was water. You've seen him give them a rinse under water and place them back in the cupboard.

Soap never takes a shower before flopping down on the shared couch after a workout. He comes home sweaty and smelling absolutely vile, but too tired to shower? The solution is to cuddle up under the couch blanket and stink the whole thing up before getting a shower when he wakes. Yes, he does that to any beds he has access to as well.

Ghost genuinely does not wash his face or hair for days at a time. His hair is constantly greasy and for the first month of knowing him you thought he was a brunette. You have to hose him down before cuddles lest you break out in horrible acne just being near him.

Price chews with his mouth open. If you sit across from him you are getting an eye full of half-eaten beans and toast. If you try to politely correct him he'll grumble something about no manner on the field and act like that means he doesn't need manners at a 5-star restaurant. Also he leaves crumbs everywhere.

[rawme-price]

My life get shorter every minute you don't post

Ahhhhh sorry for such little posts recently!! (´Д` )

As one might guess from recent tags, car shopping is hell. I can hardly afford shit and I swear you have to physically fight car salesmen to make them disclose all the information you need!!( `_ゝ´)

Im hoping to maybe secure a car today even if it's above what I feel comfortable spending (;_;) so hopefully I can get my joy and whimsy back soon!!!( ´∀`)/

[rawme-price]

Thinking about reader being confused by alpha!ghost's mask...

Or rather, his muzzle. A thick, black metal contraption. It clamps over his mouth and nose, hooking behind his head. The front is messily painted to resemble a skull.

You try not to assume but...well...everyone knows what a muzzle on an alpha means. Bite risk, prone to instinct-induced haze, dangerous. It scares the hell out of you, wondering what exactly ghost did to earn something only prisoners get. Wondering if it was an omega he bit.

Cold, dead eye's track you through any space. The bridge of his nose crinkles, as if he's attempting to bare his teeth beneath the metal. None of the others act weird around him, they all smell of pack, that's for sure.

Of course, they want you to smell of pack too. It's strange to have non-pack in a task force, and you know they're feeling antsy about it.

Gaz tries to speed the process along by scenting you all the time. Soap always finds an excuse to feed you. Even price insists on you joining pack bonding activities.

Every single time, ghost has you drawing back into yourself.

How could you possibly relax with a threat at your doorstep? Everyone refuses to acknowledge his muzzle, how he looks at you like prey. What does he want?

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You have never been more embarrassed in your life than you are in that hospital room, pregnant with Johnny's child.

Because of course your husband has the audacity to stare the delivery nurse right in the face and say "you can induce with sex aye? Can we try that?"

Your nurse, angel that she is, simply laughed and winked. But god, it's so embarrassing and....kind of hot? You feel like a bloated beach ball, horribly unsexy, and yet johnny can't seem to get his hands off you.

Mumbles in your ears about how "yer gonna be great, dove. Both o' us. Fuckin' amazing, promise–" while his hands massage your aching chest, one dipping lower.

If there's one thing your husband is skilled at, it's squashing an insecurities you have about no longer being desirable. You swear you've had to bat him away lest he be attached your entire pregnancy. The fact he's had no problems getting hard is only a plus next to his praised "still so damn hot, lass. Makes my cock ache thinkin' about you–"

Whenever you tell the story of your easy delivery you make sure to site soaps thorough comfort and support as a key reason for success.

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can you do like.. us crying after toxic!price cums deep inside of us knowing we dont want kids..

Tyyy for the request nonny!!! But unfortunately I don't take requests for sexual angst (of any kind but especially rape) sorry!! :<

A reminder to everyone that I have a [guide to sending a req] and even if its a bit old a needs a revamp, most of the stuff on there still applies!!!

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Simon "oi fuckin' like bugs, innit." Riley who is genuinely obsessed with bugs in a weird way. He absolutely stops in the middle of the sidewalk to crouch down and watch a centipede eat. He understands them in a way he hardly understands humans. Bugs are always, always around even on missions that have him feeling like he's back in a casket. He loves them and needs his partner to feel the same.

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Reader "I'm just a littol beetle you can't hurt meee :(" who's a beetle shifter and absolutely abuses that power. On the rare occasions that ghost is genuinely upset with you, you simply shift i to beetle form and he's already gently scooping you up and placing you on a dish with some leaves. You win every argument because ghost is a huge softie for beetles. It'd be dehumanizing with anyone else but with him it just feels like love and acceptance.

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Thinking about ghost who occasionally babysits for single mom!reader during his leave, right?

It was a simple arrangement born of ghost dying to try that chicken you cook every weekend, and you needing someone to watch your little girl at the park while you worked. First, you were scared it wouldn't work out, either ghost wouldn't click or your daughter wouldn't like him.

Turns out ghost loves taking care of kids, and your sweet girl loves having 'Mr Simon' around.

Which is how ghost is woken up at near six in the morning by incessant knocking one day.

You stand in his doorway, face burning in embarrassment while your little girl waves up at him excitedly "Mr simon!!! Mr simon it's me!! Happy father's day!!"

Ghost is too shocked to do anything other than take the paper, with macaroni shapes glitter-glued into the word 'dad' with a bit heart around it. He glances at the paper, then down at your beaming daughter, then at you.

"I'm really sorry, it's so early–" you try to apologize, hoping to get your daughter back to your apartment before she thoroughly embarrasses you "but she was so excited. I hope it's no trouble—"

"...I'm not a father?" Ghost tilts his head, because of course he can dismantle a rifle in ten seconds but can't pick up cues.

"No!!" Pumpkin yells from down by his knees, having already latched on like the clingy thing she is "you're my dad!! Because mom looooovessss you!!! She told the voice on the phone so!"

The voice on the phone being your friend you call every Tuesday while your sweet pea is supposed to be napping.

"That so?" Ghost mumbles, eye's wide. You watch the deep blush spead from his face all the way down his neck, silently dying inside the whole time.

"Yeah!! And she told the phone voice you're gonna give me a little brother—" you gasp, haul your child up and quickly cover her mouth, wondering if moving countries is really that hard.

"Uhm. Ignore that, she's young and doesn't understand things—" you rush out, backing up to your apartment while you talk. "Uhm, sorry for waking you! Okaybye!!"

"Huh." Ghost blinks.

The macaroni art is the only thing pinned up on his wall. Right above his bed.

Being a dad doesn't sound so bad...

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No thoughts just sheep hybrid!ghost setting off wolf hybrid!readers prey drive constantly...

It's taboo for a hybrid to indulge in such instincts in the modern age, and many hybrids don't even possess them anymore. Of course, you have the luck to be one of the few that still do...

You try to suppress it as much as possible, no one trusts a fucking hybrid who can't even control their instincts to keep them alive in battle. You've spent years learning how to control yourself.

But something about ghost of all people sets you off.

A giant sheep hybrid, you know what he is long before he tells you just from the smell of him. It makes your gums ache with the need to bite and tear into flesh.

The first time you lost control of your instincts was during a spar. Finally having ghost pinned under you must have been too much, because between one moment and the next your teeth were going for his neck–

"Settle down, runt." Quick as you snapped your jaw open, ghost had rolled you over and pinned you to the mats. A rough hand in your scruff, the heavy weight on one thigh pinning you down.

For one mortifying moment you growl and bark before getting a hold of yourself. You realize exactly who it is you're barking at and what exactly you just tried to do, whole body going cold with terror.

Ghost is saying something but you can't focus on it, probably tearing you a new one for being so poorly controlled. There's no way he let's that slide. Treating a hybrid like prey is horrible enough, no less your own lieutenant.

You pin your ears back and whine, bearing your neck in submission.

The weight off your back dissappears. You jump up, already halfway out the door and missing the way ghost calls your name. You need to go pack, need to find some way to grovel and beg for a reassignment instead of being kicked out.

Why couldn't you just control yourself for once?