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*20s* • They/Them • Bi • MINORS DNI

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Rules and boundaries for requests:

Hello! I am happy to accept any and all requests that fit within my boundaries. I am a big fan of many different fandoms, but I won’t be able to write for them all. If you would like to ask about any fandoms that I haven’t posted about, that’s alright too, but no promises! These boundaries will be updated on occasion. <3

Things I won’t write:

- Noncon/CNC

- Water sports/Scat

- Super dark themes/morally wrong/unethical topics

- Age Play/Extreme age gaps/anyone underage

- hardcore bdsm

Things I will write:

• character(s) x reader (any gender)

• character(s) x character

• ABO/Hybrids/guideverse/monsters/soulmates/cliche tropes

• F/F, M/M, F/M, Multi-character

Some examples of fandoms I will write for:

COD, Criminal Minds, DCU, JJK, LADS, MCU, HP, The Pitt

Currently in my final year of uni and won’t have time for much writing until I graduate, so pls be patient with me <3 Feel free to send in any requests still!

Last updated 24 April 2026

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[sagegreenlemon]

Happy Pride Month!!!

Hey all! I’m back from finals now :) I’ve officially turned in my Thesis and everything! About to graduate too!!! I’ll officially be working on the next part of Love, Bites, along with some of my other drafts that I’ve been working on <3 pls feel free to send in any requests and I’ll get to them when I can :) Happy to be back Xo

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Hi i love your Love Bites series and im excited for the next chapter or to see where you go with it, you are a really amazing writer i love all your works i read, you are very talented thank you for sharing that, i hope all is well for you and you have an amazing year.

Hi lovely, thank you so much for your kind words, they really mean a lot to me <3 I am hoping to continue Love, Bites before the end of this month, but that will depend on how much studying I can get done for my exams. Thank you again for your support :) I hope that you are doing well too!! Xo

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El Fantasma

Wolf hybrid! Simon(Ghost) Riley x Cat hybrid! Male! reader

Summary: Based loosely off of Puss in Boots: The last wish... You are a notorious thief with a bounty on your head, while fleeing from a pack of bounty hunters, a large wolf hybrid begins pursuing you in more ways than one...

Word count: 7.5k

Tags/Warnings: minors DNI, enemies to lovers, mentions of knives, blood, injuries, scars, past bodily harm, restraints, combat, threat of death, making out, mild nudity(not really), (let me know if I missed any)

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A/N: Hey guys, I've been working on this story for several months now and I really hope that you enjoy it! I thought of this concept ages ago and I've been absolutely buzzing to share it. Unfortunately this is going to be my last story for at least a month because I'm about to finish classes and I have final exams coming up. I do have more works, but I won't be able to add to them for several weeks. Anyways, let me know what you think! Xo (no beta reader)

~ Story below the cut ~

Ghost knew better than to get involved with people like you… People that always got carried away with the wrong crowd, people that got too involved in situations that weren’t their business, people that were nosey. Honestly, he didn’t even need the money at this point, he was just in it for the thrill and the challenge. Your reputation preceded you; after all, you were the most well known and also the most elusive thief in the country. You bounced from kingdom to kingdom taking and doing what you wanted. The bounty on your head has only continued to grow over the many years you’ve been active. Now it was finally Simon’s turn to try and catch you…

You were exhausted… Like truly, bone tired… You were worn down from the bounty hunters that had been on your tail for the past several weeks now, a nasty pack of foxes. They were hired by the governor of Del Mar after you had allegedly stolen some money from him and possibly distributed it to the townsfolk. Typically, these groups would get bored or frustrated after a week or two, but since the reward for your capture was recently doubled, it seemed as if the money was enough motivation for them to keep going. 

You were currently hiding in a small town, far off the beaten path. This town was small, but it was known for having certain types of people passing through during the different seasons. Winter was the slow season, so no one blinked twice at you for staying for several weeks. You spent your time carding through the small local book shop and collecting ingredients and herbs for the magic shop near the inn you were hiding in. 

You were doing your absolute best to keep a low profile, but these types of odd jobs during the wintertime were quickly wearing you down. Now, here you were tucked into the last stool at the end of the bar, hood up, cloak wrapped loosely around your shoulders. You sipped heavily on the cream liqueur, debating about what your next move would be. For now it would be impossible to make it to the next town over due to the quickly approaching snowstorm. You would need to wait around for at least another week, but the chances of the foxes finding you increased the longer you stayed in one place…

You frustratedly downed the last bit of your drink before signaling to the bartender for more. He nodded, turning to head to the back of the bar to retrieve another bottle for you. As you sat there grumbling to yourself, a headache beginning to form, you suddenly felt your hair stand on end. Your hackles instinctively raised as a shiver went down your spine. Your ears twitched under your hood as you turned sharply to the empty seat next to you, you were startled to find that it was no longer empty. 

The figure next to you was absolutely massive. His towering form was shrouded in a cloak and his face was covered with an ominous mask that was decorated with a painted skull. The mask was pulled up just high enough for him to sip from the whiskey glass and for his protruding canine teeth to sparkle in the dim light. A large fluffy tail swished behind him strangely as he sipped the bourbon in his glass. He was most definitely a wolf, but something seemed off about him. You eyed him up and down suspiciously, still startled that someone that big was able to move so quietly. His eyes were hidden by the hood of his cloak, but you could see the soft outline of his pointy ears underneath the thick fabric. 

As he downed the last of his drink he turned to you, his deep brown eyes boring into your curious gaze. “Well, well, if it isn’t the famous cloaked thief himself. In the flesh” His voice rumbled through his chest as he spoke, making his deep voice almost sound like a growl.

Your eyes narrowed as he continued, “You have the famous cloak, the boots, although I bet no one knows about tha’ tail or those ears…” Your eyes widened as he chuckled to himself. “You’ve been able to fool most people thus far, but unlucky for you, I’m not most people.” 

He knew. How did he know?? You’ve been able to hide it for this long and yet somehow he knew that you were a hybrid… Your tail curled uncomfortably under your clothes as your ears pressed flat against your head. You scooted slightly further away from the towering frame of the wolf, but you didn’t get far due to the wall beside you. 

You glared at him as he rifled through one of his pockets, carefully pulling out a slip of paper. “Hey, I never do this, but can I get your autograph? After all, I’ve been following you for a long time.” He chuckled at your guarded expression, his chest rumbling as he unfolded the paper with his large hands. You glared at him as he pushed your very own wanted poster towards you. A crappy image of your glaring face was etched onto the thick parchment, your form and features were hidden by your signature cloak. His smirk grew at the sight of your irritated expression that perfectly matched the sketch. 

You sized him up, glare sharpening as you spoke, “I’m not as easy to catch as most people think. You will find that your reward does not come easy, bounty hunter.” You subtly brandished the large dagger on your thigh, making sure that he could see it clearly. 

His eyes crinkled under his mask, the piercing brown glinted almost red in the light and bore right through you. He reached over the bar, his large stature stretching out even more as he grabbed an unopened bottle, he popped the lid, pouring himself another glass. “Everyone thinks that they will be the one to defeat me… but no one has escaped me yet.” 

He swallowed the honey coloured liquid in one gulp before pulling his mask back down and turning to face you. His eyes locked onto your form as his posture stiffened, causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. Finally realizing that you’ll have no choice but to fight him, you sigh tiredly despite the adrenaline beginning to fill you. “Alright, let’s get this over with. But not in here, you’re not getting me banned from my favorite pub.” 

He shrugged and stood slowly, his large frame absolutely dwarfing you even as you stood at your full height. Even if he was quiet, he definitely wasn’t as nimble as you were. Yeah, you were confident that you’d win this fight as well…

He lumbered after you as you quickly slunk out of the pub, keeping your hood low as you tried to avoid drawing any more attention to yourself. Just as you reached the doorway, you took off sprinting, heading straight for the nearby woods. Heavy footfalls thudded behind you, getting closer as you reached the treeline. You quickly pulled your massive dagger from where it was strapped to your thigh before spinning around ready to fight the massive wolf. But as soon as you turned around, you realized that the clearing behind you was empty. Your heart thudded heavy in your chest as you twisted around quickly. Where did he go? You rapidly spun around, trying to listen or smell for the large canine, eyes darting around for any sign of movement in the darkness. 

Suddenly you were forcefully shoved face-first up against a tree, a heavy weight was pushing against your back and a large knife pressed into the side of your neck as he leaned in, his hot breath against your twitching ear, “You’re not living up to the legend, kitty.”

 His leg pressed in between yours, keeping you pinned against the rough bark as you struggled against his grip. His hips pressed into yours, you twisted against the iron grip that he had keeping your arms behind your back. The knife against your neck dug into your skin as you struggled, drawing blood. In a panic, you reeled your head back and slammed your skull into his snout as hard as you could, ignoring the sting from the knife. He groaned as you dropped to the ground and swept his feet out from under him as he was distracted. Your tail slipped out of your clothes in your struggle, and your hood fell revealing your ears. Your tail was puffed up, ears flat against your head, pupils dilated, as you stood in a defensive stance, your claws fully extended. 

The wolf smirked up at you from his place on the ground, quickly recovering from being hit in the face. He stood with a surprising amount of grace and swiftness, rubbing at his jaw as he spoke. “Ah, I just love that smell of fear.” 

He pushed his cloak aside, revealing a matching pair of absolutely massive daggers as he slowly stalked towards you. He kicked your knife towards you, smirking as you looked at him in terror. “Pick it up.”

This man was dangerous, there was something different about him than the others. Your breaths came out in gasps, panic taking over you as you began losing yourself to your instincts. He repeated himself more gruffly, “Pick. It. Up.” 

The knife was laying at your feet now, but you didn’t dare to look at it. Terror gripped your heart, making your chest feel tight with panic as he continued to stalk even closer to you. Just as he was about close enough to grab you again, you whipped a potion out from your satchel and threw it on the ground. A large flash of light and puff of purple smoke covered the area as you quickly grabbed your knife and bolted into the darkness of the forest. 

A deep voice rumbled behind you, growing further and further away as you escaped into the chilly forest, “Run kitty, run.” 

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You slipped far away from the town, travelling further into the mountains than you ever had before. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to return to that town for a while anyways, so what did it matter if you got a little lost… 

Who were you kidding, you were screwed. You could admit that at least. After running for hours, the sky only darkened more as snow began falling from the sky, quickly covering the ground in a dense layer of ice and snow. The snow barely had a chance to touch and settle onto the ground before freezing into solid ice. You had to be more cautious about covering your tracks, especially with a wolf hybrid hunting you in this environment. 

Your instincts guided you until you began to struggle against the cold. It had been many hours and the sky had only lightened slightly. You were sure that it was morning now, but the dense storm overhead shielded the sun and shook the trees. Your minimal fur and thin layers were ideal for hot weather and a quick escape, however they did near nothing to shield you from the piercing cold. Especially since you were now being soaked by the piles of snow that had gathered on the forest floor. You were at least grateful that your thick boots were shielding your toes from frostbite. 

After another hour or two, the sky began to darken again, the storm only growing stronger as you pulled your cloak tighter around your body, your teeth chattering loudly as you trembled. The snow covered everything in a thick layer of white, snowflakes continued to rain down from the dark sky, obscuring your view even more than before. You moved closer and closer to the side of the mountain, still using the treeline as cover. 

You lost feeling in your fingers, tucking them carefully in your sleeves and folding them into your armpits as you walked, hoping that there would be no permanent damage to them. Your boots were sticking in the snow, the ice piled up to your knees, slowing your movements significantly. If he were to show up right now, you would be done for. 

As if the universe had heard your thoughts: snow crunched behind you, barely perceptible over the howling of the wind. You turned your head slightly, peaking past your hood, you spotted his glowing eyes through the flurry of snow. You gasped, your body was stiff from the cold and you had no idea where to go from here, but you knew that you had to run. You darted forward, ignoring the stiffness of your muscles and the thickness of the snow. You felt sluggish, as if you were swimming through jello, but you pushed through anyway. Loud footsteps thundered behind you, snow crunched under his heavy boots as he pursued you. 

Just up ahead you spotted a cave, the entrance looking slightly big enough for you to slip inside, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to follow you. You just barely reached the mouth of the cave when you felt a yank on your cloak. Your entire body was pulled backwards, your ears coming uncovered and your body suddenly exposed to the harsh cold. You desperately unhooked your cloak, stumbling to regain your footing and slipped into the cave. You had a brief moment of relief before the freezing temperatures bit at every part of your body. Your fur bristled as you moved towards the back of the cave, hoping to escape the harsh temperature, curling into yourself once you moved further into the darkness. 

At this point, you were no longer concerned with being chased, you were just trying to survive, focused mainly on preserving warmth and making it out of the storm. Your mind was becoming more and more hazy as you shook against the cave floor, your fluffed up fur was doing very little for you now. Even despite the cold, you were already tired regardless of your heart thundering in your chest. Exhaustion clouded your mind as you fought to stay awake, trying to push yourself upright as you heard a noise from deeper in the cave.

Like a living nightmare, a familiar smell invaded your nose, filling you with a sense of dread. You looked up confused, spotting the wolf slowly emerging from the darkness in the rear of the cave. Through your confusion, panic overtook you and you shuffled backwards towards the entrance of the cave, scraping your palms against the rough stone and hitting the ground with a soft thud. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape him anymore. He quietly approached you, looking down at you with a tilted head and judging eyes. You stared up at him through your fluttering lashes, breathing shallowly and shivering slightly. You both stared at each other for a solid minute. 

Swallowing slowly, you spoke with a gravelly voice, “If you’re here to kill me, jus’ make it quick.” 

His eyes widened at your words before looking off to the side, suddenly crossing his arms. He shook his head before turning back to you, gripping you by your thin shirt, he lifted you up. Once you were upright, he flung you over his shoulder like a stiff, trembling sack of potatoes. You weakly struggled against his grip as he carried you deeper into the cave. He plopped you onto the ground before turning towards a pile of sticks and wood, fiddling with something in his hand. You lay there, slumped against the wall, watching him through droopy eyes. Finally, a spark caught and the pile of straw began burning underneath the thicker pieces of wood.

Turning back to you satisfied, the wolf looked smug under his mask. You tilted your head at him as he got closer, reaching around your shoulders to wrap your cloak around your freezing body. Unfortunately for you, you still continued to shiver even with the added warmth from the cloak and the fire. Shifting you forward from the wall, the wolf plopped down behind you, encasing your limbs in the cloak and his arms like a large cocoon. 

You weakly wriggled in his grasp, grunting from the effort, and yet his hold on you didn’t budge. “Wha ‘re you doinnn.” Your words came out slurred as you tried to speak to him through your confusion.

“I’m helping you. You should be grateful.” He grunted back, his chest rumbling against your back. 

“I don’ need your help.” You grumble out, trying to look back at him.

“Tough, you’ve got it anyway. I also need you alive if I want to collect that reward.”

You paused your movements, even through the haze you thought that you could remember the poster saying ‘wanted dead or alive.’

The warmth from his large body settled around you as the storm continued raging outside. You finally settled down and leaned back into his warmth. It’s not like he’d be able to take you far in this storm anyways. Plus, even you could tell through your delirium that he reacted strangely to you asking him to kill you. You both chose to ignore his terrible excuse for helping you. You fought hard against the exhaustion, but the steady beating of the wolf’s heart, combined with being wrapped in your cloak, caused you to drift off. The last thing you heard before passing out was a name mumbled under his breath. Simon.

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You jolted awake and slowly realized that you were still being held snuggly against a large frame. Simon’s hot breath caused your ears to twitch as you glanced around. The fire had dwindled down to nothing but glowing embers due to the lack of fuel. Light streamed in from outside and you could no longer hear the whistling of the storm past the cave entrance. Glancing down, you realized that you now had two cloaks shielding you from the cold… Simon had covered you with his own cloak, relying on the warmth from the fire and his remaining layers.

A burning heat suddenly knocked into your head, causing you to glance back. Simon’s head was resting against yours, his grip was loosening and hot breaths puffed through his mask. His ears were fiery hot to the touch and he groaned as you moved away from him. He was definitely sick, or possibly having some kind of nightmare… You weren’t sure, but you didn’t care to find out. You wriggled out of his grip before quickly shuffling towards the cave opening. 

The world outside had finally settled. A stark layer of white covered every inch of the forest. Trees were decorated with snow and ice and a delicate silence stretched as far as you could see. The cold burned your nose, but the air was fresh and clear. Just as you were about to step into the snow, a low moan behind you caught your attention. Simon was slumped against the wall of the cave, he shivered violently as his unfocused eyes blinked slowly. “Are you leavin’? Don’t go…”

He stared at you as he waited for a response, his head began bobbing to the side as he fought to stay awake. The pitiful sight stabbed at your heart. Damn him. Rolling your eyes, you responded mockingly, “I’ll be right back, darling. Don’t wait up.”

You huffed before beginning your trek through the snow. You desperately needed something to eat, and maybe you’d try finding some firewood as well. 

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Several hours later you returned with a makeshift sled, carrying a stack of wood and a small pile of fish. You laid Simon down, and forced a few bitter plants into his mouth and a cold cloth onto his head. His face twisted as he begrudgingly swallowed what you fed him. You were lucky enough to have found some dry wood which you used for the fire, slowly cooking and drying the fish you caught. 

At some point, the smell of the food woke him. Simon reached out towards you, grumbling about wanting some food. You rolled your eyes again before carefully feeding him some of the cooked fish and the fresh water you had. Your face flushed a bit at the domestic action, refusing to look at him while you ate your own portion. The warmth from the fire brought you momentary comfort as you breathed in your surroundings. A large hand curled into the edge of your shirt. You glanced down to see Simon’s arm stretched out towards you, even while he slept he still searched for you. You sat in silence as he continued to doze, enjoying the silence and the crackling fire, basking in the warmth as the fire danced. This was the first time that you had felt safe in a very long time. 

A while later Simon woke again, requesting more water. You helped him drink from your flask and ignored the strange look that he was giving you. You swore you imagined it when his eyes softened at you, the fever was definitely still making him hazy… That definitely explains why his grip on you had yet to weaken, your shirt still crushed tightly in his massive hand. 

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The next time Simon woke, you were gone. Well, you assumed he would wake up. His fever finally broke and you decided to take advantage of his unconscious state and tied him up as best as you could in the back of the cave. You hoped that the restraints would slow him down enough so that you could get a good distance away before he was after you again. There may have been some weird connection between you two, realistically it was a symptom of adrenaline and the storm, but either way you couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk getting caught. 

The snow was still heavy on the ground, but it slowly started to turn to slush as you moved further and further away from the cave, attempting to find your way back to the inn to collect your belongings before moving on. After eventually finding a familiar, although frozen, stream, you were able to locate the small town fairly easily. It was almost too easy, the way you snuck into town and scaled the side of the inn to slip into your room unnoticed. You rifled through your belongings, double checking that everything was there. Stopping at the local market, which was only made up of three stalls in the winter season, you bought a small supply of food before heading towards the edge of the town. 

Just as you stepped back into the forest, a familiar smell overwhelmed your nose. Foxes. They were here. You quickly looked around, spotting their tracks in the mud leading directly into the forest. They must’ve passed through early this morning, hopefully they were well on their way into the forest by now. 

You turned back towards the town, choosing to go in a different direction when a sound in the forest behind you made you jump. The snap of a branch was your only warning before the group of foxes jumped down from the low branches of the trees. You bristled at the sight of them, panic immediately overtaking you as they lunged towards you. You defended yourself with your daggers, injuring at least two of them before you were knocked down from behind. 

One of the foxes roughly yanked your arms behind you, lifting off your cloak in the process. You struggled as they began tying you up before freezing. “Well, it seems like someone was holding out on us. You didn’t think that we wouldn’t find out about your little secret eventually, did you?” 

You hissed back, struggling more as several pairs of hands grabbed you. Suddenly a hand grabbed your scruff, making you go completely still. Your tail was yanked in a bruising grip, but all you could do was close your eyes. Tears fell down your face as they completely subdued you. “Don’t worry kitty, there’s still time for us to have some fun before we take you back for our reward. Rumor is that we will get more if we bring you back alive cuz the governor wants to have his own fun with you too.”

Your heart dropped. The governor hated you. Even though you barely put a dent in his reserves, he was an incredibly greedy and rich man and would do anything in his power to keep it that way. He made an example of anyone that dared to try and steal from him and you had undeniably taken the most. Whatever he had planned for you, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to survive and there was no one who would help you. 

You travelled all over and made friends wherever you went, but at the risk of revealing your secret, your vulnerabilities, you made it a point to never get too close to anyone. And now, that was your undoing. No family, no close friends, there was no one to look for you, and no one to miss you. 

A gag was shoved into your mouth and tied around your head and your arms and legs were tied before they let go of your scruff. You were tossed onto the back of one of their horses before they took off back towards Del Mar, yipping and shouting as you silently panicked, trying desperately to figure out how to escape. 

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The dread was making you queasy. Your stomach churned as your immobilized body was jostled around by the horse you were being carried on. Your face damn near turned green the longer you were on the horse. At some point, the foxes seemed to notice your ill demeanor and stopped to take out the gag. After all, if you were to get sick with the gag in your mouth then you may suffocate and die, and they were trying everything to pinch every penny they could from the governor. 

As soon as the pack stopped and dismounted their horses, a high pitch whistle carried through the trees. The haunting tune echoed in your ears, the foxes postured, puffing themselves up to appear bigger as they spun around rapidly, searching for the direction of the eerie noise.

“It’s him! That other bounty hunter that was on our trail. Don’t let him get you!” 

The whistle grew louder and louder, slowly getting closer to the group, although it was impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. Just as the foxes began growling and backing up around you, a massive shadow darted out of the darkness, yanking two of them off of their feet and back into the surrounding haze. The horses took off, effectively abandoning the foxes and you in the clearing of trees. 

The yips of the remaining foxes increased in volume, their desperation and fear taking over in the face of the unknown threat. One by one the number of foxes dwindled down until it was only the last one and you remaining. He wasn’t small by fox standards, even compared to you he was bigger than average, however his body trembled just the same as the shadow with glowing eyes slowly stalked out of the darkness.

Simon. His footsteps were completely silent. His eyes were glowing red, his face hidden underneath his mask and the hood of his cloak. The only visible features were his eyes, hulking form, and tail swishing behind him. He slowly unsheathed the massive daggers from his hip, slinking closer as the lone fox backed up directly in front of your downed form. 

His eyes were unblinking as he walked closer and closer, the fox whining and tucking his tail. His voice tumbled out in a choked gasp of recognition, “You’re the Ghost aren’t you—” 

Suddenly his breaths grew more panicked, the trembling uncontrollable now as Simon crept closer and closer, his eyes curving into crescents. He chuckled lowly, stopping just a few feet away from you and the fox, his hands flexed as the grip on his daggers tightened. 

His voice came out deeper and more gravelly than you had ever heard it before, sounding exactly like a growl, “I’m more than just a Ghost. I’m death.” 

Suddenly you flashed back on the rumors about a skilled assassin who didn’t fit in the normal category. A hulking frame, twisted sense of humor, and faster and more silent than anyone could ever imagine. They called him Ghost because he was able to be entirely silent and unnoticeable, and if you saw him? Then you were already dead.

The fox stood there, frozen. Your eyes widened, staring at him in shock, realizing just how much people actually feared him. His reputation was huge, everyone had shared whispers about him before. From guessing what type of creature he was, to sharing haunting stories and rumors, everyone had heard of him at least once in passing. You could feel the hair on your neck stand up as the moment stretched on, the surrounding forest suddenly went completely silent.

“And I don’t mean it metaphorically, or rhetorically, or poetically, or in any other fucking way. I am death, straight up.” 

Simon’s piercing gaze fixated in you. The fox above you didn’t dare to risk glancing away. Suddenly jolting up, he sprung from his spot on the ground and darted into the woods, leaving you alone again with Simon.

You were completely immobilized, abandoned against a tree at the edge of the clearing that the group of bounty hunters had been backed into. You were still completely frozen with shock, not missing the anger in his eyes as he watched you. Suddenly snapped out of your shock, you began squirming against the restraints that held you. 

He stood there silently and you ignored him in favor of struggling against the tight ropes. You didn’t even notice that he had moved until his massive hand suddenly gripped your jaw harshly, yanking your face up towards him.

He was crouching in front of you, one dagger was now sheathed while the other was in his hand still. It glinted in the moonlight, sharp and long. You tried pulling your head away from him, but his grip felt like iron. His eyes were harsh, filled with anger as he observed your weak struggle. 

“Slow, sloppy, sad… You don’t even value your life, so maybe I should just take it for you.”

His words made you still. He scoffed as you looked up at him, desperation clouded your features. 

“I was looking for an arrogant little legend. Not whatever pathetic mess that you are. You’re all alone, aren’t you?” His words cracked something inside of you. He was the first person to know about your hybrid status. Sure, there were rumors and theories about who you really were, but no one had ever figured it out. His harsh words sparked something in you, something hot and defensive. 

“Well I’m sure that you’re more alone than me.” His eyes settled on you, losing a smidge of their anger before it returned a second later. 

He didn’t say a word as he stood, dragging you up with him and hauling you up over his shoulder again. You felt a sense of deja-vu, recalling your hazy moment with him in the cave. 

You scoffed angrily, “What’re you doing? Gonna cuddle me in a cave again?”

You couldn’t see his face as he responded. “No, I’m going to go collect my reward.”

Your heart dropped. He really was going to take you to the governor of Del Mar. He really was going to hand you over to the man who wanted to hurt you. He was so soft and gentle in the cave… Where had he gone? What could have happened to him…

You twisted and flailed, as much as you could with your arms and legs still bound. You cried out as you kicked, attempting to pull your feet back and kick him, biting at any part of his body close to your mouth. His grip on you tightened and your squirming seemed to irritate him further. 

“Stop.”

You ignored him, your tail lashing, it smacked him in the face as you used it to swing your weight around on his shoulder. 

“I said stop.” His harsh growl reached your ears as he yanked you back down from his shoulder. He glared at you as you stared at him with a new fire in your eyes. He hesitated before huffing, reaching for his dagger again. You gasped, shutting your eyes and flinching away from him. 

The sound and feeling of your restraints being cut forced your eyes back open. 

“You get one last chance. If you can escape from me this time, I’ll let you go for good.” 

He paused, holding both of your wrists in his large hand. “But if I catch you again, then I get to decide what happens to you. You’ve got five minutes and then I’m coming after you.” His eyes bore into yours, his pupils dilated.

As soon as he let go you didn’t hesitate, immediately stumbling away as you got your footing, and then taking off into the woods. Your chest heaved as your heart hammered in your chest, your lungs barely expanded from your sharp breaths. You darted over rocks and fallen branches, ducking below bushes, and rubbing mud on your scent glands in order to throw off his sense of smell. You ran as fast as you could, even going as far as running up a rushing stream, praying that you’d be able to hide your tracks with the water. 

By the time that you finally caught your breath, you had been running non-stop for at least an hour. Your feet were aching, muscles sore, and your mouth was dry as you struggled to take in the oxygen that your body so desperately needed. You continued to walk further along the difficult trail, moving higher and higher up the mountain, being careful to not leave a single trace behind. You scaled trees and smaller cliffs, using your reflexes and climbing skills to your advantage. Even someone as nimble as him wouldn’t be able to climb up after you without snapping a branch or causing the cliffside to crumble. 

Another hour passed as you began slowing down slightly. Fear still coursed through you, your hair stood on end as your tail puffed up beneath your cloak. 

Another few hours went by and you were beginning to feel a slight sense of relief. Maybe you really were able to escape him. You wanted to cry. You would have been confident had it been anyone else, but it was Simon. He had already caught you once before, and he even held back when he was fighting you. After seeing him essentially annihilate the foxes, you were sure of that now. He was just playing with you back then. 

The sun had finally risen and the light dappled through the trees giving the forest a warm glow. You stumbled across another small stream, debating for a moment, before ultimately deciding that you should stop and drink some water before moving on. 

You crouched near the edge of the water, admiring the sparkling from the sun, before carefully scooping up handfuls at a time. Water dripped down your neck and chest, dampening your shirt. Just as you finally let out a sigh of relief, a large shadow suddenly covered you. 

You immediately spun around, gasping as two large hands grabbed you, pushing your entire body into the stream. Your clothes were instantly drenched, the cold bled into your bones. You flailed in his grasp, panic taking over once again. You scratched and bit at his hands and face, using your body to kick up at him despite your exhaustion. Water from the stream flooded your ears and flowed around your face, mixing with the warm tears that sprung from your eyes. 

You fought and fought, even despite the cold and your exhaustion. The fire in your eyes stayed even as he hauled you up out of the stream and over his shoulder. You fought the entire time you swayed back and forth as he carried you away from the stream. You fought even as the sun faded from the sky and he tucked you both away into the back of a cave. As soon as he set you down again you swayed slightly, feeling lightheaded from being upside-down for so long. As soon as your head stopped spinning, you darted to the back of the cave, hissing as he approached you once again. You reached for your knife, only to realize that it was gone. His smirk reached his eyes as you trembled, still cold from your wet clothes. 

Weaponless, cold, and tired, you cowered away from him, hissing threateningly and attempting to look as big as you could. He just chuckled as he looked you up and down. 

“Strip.”

“What?” Dread immediately filled you. You must’ve misheard him.

“You heard me. Strip.”

You stood completely still, fear and embarrassment filling you as you held his gaze.

“I won’t say it again.” He brandished your own knife at you, choosing to pull one of his bigger knives from his thigh as well. “Do it or I’ll do it myself.”

You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not. Deciding that you were at an extreme disadvantage, you slowly started peeling off your layers of clothing. First, your thick cloak that was still dripping wet, then your leather guards, thick trousers, and your long-sleeved shirt. Your boots and socks slipped off in the midst of pulling off your trousers. You stood there in only your underwear, trembling as he looked you up and down. His eyes raked over you hungrily, stopping at your pebbled nipples before you quickly covered your chest with your arms.

“That’ll do.” He stalked closer, yanking up all of your clothes and turning away. 

“Hey what am I supposed to wear now??”

At that a large piece of fabric was tossed your way, you quickly dove and caught it, wrapping the thick cloak around yourself. His cloak, it smelled like him. Your shivering subsided slightly as you watched him hunch over a pile of wood and sticks, working on starting a fire. You wondered if now would be a good chance to slip away, but you ultimately decided against it as you didn’t even have your boots. 

Once the fire was started, he carefully laid out all of your clothing nearby, even going as far as pulling open your boots so that they’d dry inside. As soon as he was finished, he turned back to you. You bristled as he came near you and flushed when he picked you up again. He took several steps back and sat in front of the fire. With you in his lap. 

“It feels like we’ve done this before or something.” You half joked, the discomfort making its way into your voice.  

“Yeah.” He responded gruffly, silently watching as your ears twitched each time the fire crackled. 

You sat in an awkward silence for a few more moments before your curiosity won. “So… What’re you gonna use the reward money for?”

“What?”

“You know… The reward money from the governor… I heard that it is in the millions now. Seems a bit low still for someone like me. I think you could definitely get more out of him. I mean, I’ve seen his reserves myself and even I could tell—”

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“You’re mine now, I’m not handing you over to anyone. Didn’t you hear what I said?”

“Yeah… You said that you would do whatever you wanted with me… Doesn’t that mean…?”

“Why’re you assuming what I want? It’s not like I need the money.” 

Suddenly your breath was stolen from your lungs. He wasn’t going to turn you over to the governor. Your relief was immediately overshadowed with rage and embarrassment. 

“Then why have you been chasing me? Were you messing with me? I actually thought I was going to die…”

“You’re what I wanted. You were always the goal, the reward…” 

You were stunned into silence, slowly processing exactly what he was saying to you. 

“I only ever wanted you… and so I had to catch you first so that no one else would steal you away.”

You wiggled in his grip, turning around so that you were facing him, his hand carefully holding the cloak together so that you weren’t exposed. “You’ve been after me this whole time?”

“Yeah, thanks for finally noticing.” His eyes looked over you knowingly, dancing between your eyes and then down to your lips. You breathed deeply, both hands on his shoulders as you searched his gaze for any sign of deceit. You found none.

Suddenly he reached one of his clawed hands up and carefully pulled off his mask, his ears and narrow wolf features now on full display. You looked over his face, a large mangled scar stretched across his face and his crooked nose. Smaller white scars were visible along his jawline along with a small amount of scruff. His eyes were deep set and piercing, his eyebrows scrunched together as he nervously licked at his lips. You were admiring his dirty-blonde hair when you felt his hands drop back down to your hips.

Immediately you realized the precarious position that you were in. Barely covered by his heavy cloak, your thighs straddling his, your chests almost even as you looked straight into his eyes. His fingertips and claws slowly dragged up the side of your legs, his eyes never left yours. He watched you carefully for any sign of discomfort as he traced patterns into your skin, goosebumps appearing on your arms with each stroke of his hands. 

Your breath caught in your throat as his touch continued upwards, he groped at your hips and ass before curving over your waist, his thumbs circling your sides. You squirmed at his gentle touch, breaking your eye contact to look at where your hips rested atop of his thighs. You scooted forward slightly, drawing a small grunt from above you. His grip on your waist tightened as you met his gaze again. 

His eyes lingered on your lips again as he spoke. “We should stop.”

Silently your body curved further into him, your face now mere inches away from his. 

“Tell me to stop. If you tell me to, I will.”

Your breath fanned his face, your lips parting as you leaned even closer, your lips almost ghosting his. 

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll do something that we can’t go back from. You’ll really be mine.” Your eyes darted up to meet his as your lips finally brushed together.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate, leaning half a centimeter forward, your lips met softly. At first it was gentle, but he slowly started deepening the kiss, your mouths working in tandem. The hunger in you both was palpable, his hands spread wide against your bare skin, your claws digging sharply into his shoulder and the back of his head. Your claws scratched against his scalp, lightly pulling at his short curls as the kiss deepened even more. Your tongues danced together as he pulled you impossibly close. 

You pulled away, both of you gasping for breath, panting as your hold on each other remained. 

“I should’ve done this sooner.” You giggled at his comment, still attempting to catch your breath. 

“Can we do that again?”

“We can do whatever you want, kitty. I'm all yours.” 

[sagegreenlemon]

Guide Me - Part 6 (Final)

TF141 x Male! Reader - Guideverse AU - Angst, Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Happy Ending

Summary: In a world with guides and espers, you are a guide who has the unfortunate luck to be assigned to a task force that refuses your help. How will you manage to deal with your difficult new team while also dealing with your past haunting you...

Word Count: 4k

WARNINGS: 18+, nsfw, minors dni, oral (giving and receiving), anal penetration, riding, slight orgasm denial, slight cum eating, face sitting, marking, riding, (let me know if I missed anything!)

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A/N: Hey guys! Thank you again for being so understanding of my terrible writing schedule. Tbh, I am in my final year of uni and I have actually been busy writing my thesis this trimester. I would love to promise that my schedule will get better soon, but that seems unlikely. I do love writing these stories tho, so trust that I will continue to post. I have many more in the works so I hope that I can post those soon. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy the final part of this story! I'm worried that the ending feels kinda rushed, but I've put so much into this story and I always wanted the ending to be happy and feel complete. Thank you for your continued support! Xo (No beta reader)

~Story below the cut~

Their initial approach was methodical. You were left squirming in the still white room, the machines beeped rhythmically around you. After what felt like ages, the door finally clicked open, followed by the appearance of your teammates. They slowly filed in, one after another. 

Price approached you first, carefully going up to the side of your bed, gently carding his fingers through your hair as he spoke. He told you what was going to happen, obviously unsure of how much you understood in your feverish state. He explained how there was only one way to fix your fever and how he wanted to make sure that you wanted this as much as them.

Through the haze you listened, catching brief glances of their faces as you began reaching for them. Grabbing hold of Price’s coat, you yanked him into a searing kiss, your energy crashed into him like a wave on a beach. He flinched at the kiss as the energy swelled deep in his chest, before desperately drinking you in, gripping your shoulders to steady you and himself. 

Controlled by your excess energy and desire, you moved against him, your mouths dancing together as he lost himself to you. Your energy and passion ate him alive. Eventually John finally pulled you away from him, panting and stumbling back into Kyle who was watching with wide eyes. Johnny was suddenly next to you, he didn’t manage to get a single word out before you were grabbing at him as well. You tugged him down onto the bed with you, climbing on top of him before you began hungrily devouring him in a similar manner. 

His hands gripped your heated skin, strong hands digging into your soft hips. The raw desire pulsed through you and into the man below you, he began feeling lightheaded from the energy that was being dumped into him. Just as he felt as if he really might pass out, the pressure suddenly let up a bit. Simon had slid in behind you, sandwiching you between the two large men and effectively lessening the pure energy that was being poured into him. Now your energy was being pulled by both men, the slight relief caused moans to leave your mouth. Desperate gasps followed as Simon pushed his hands under your hospital gown, Johnny’s fingers slid up the sides of your boxers, gripping your bare skin with his rough palms. 

You were being pushed back and forth now, from leaning your sweaty back against Simon’s soft chest, his mouth dancing across your neck and shoulders, to surging forward and mouthing against every part of Johnny’s bare skin that you could reach. His beard scratched against your head as your mouth and tongue worked against his throat, taking time to carefully lick the shell of his ear, biting his earlobe with as little pressure as you could manage. The broken whine that passed through his lips made the torturous control worth it. You tongued up and down his muscular neck, adding extra pressure when licking and sucking against his carotid, drawing more heavy breathing from him as he squirmed beneath you. His hips bucked up against yours, his hold on you growing tighter as he ground your hips against his. 

Simon meanwhile was watching you both carefully, his deep brown eyes observing the way you expertly worked up Johnny beneath you, teasing him relentlessly as you tried to get closer and closer to him. You were mere seconds from climbing into Johnny’s shirt when a pair of large hands tugged you up against the enormous body waiting patiently behind you. Simon had fully removed his mask, his spiky hair brushed against your face as he pulled your gown away from your body. Your bare neck and shoulders were exposed for less than ten seconds before he was on you again. His solid arms held you firm against his chest, even despite your desperate writhing. One arm held firm across your chest, while the other dipped down between your legs, his hand played with the waistband of your boxers. His fingers just barely dipped below the band, dancing carefully along your flushed skin and through the small patch of exposed pubic hair. 

Below you, Johnny had stripped himself of his shirt and was watching as you struggled against Simon, trying to gain back the upperhand. 

“Easy there, just let us take care of you luv.” Simon’s gruff voice in your ear did little to stall your squirming, the heat under your skin still swelling despite how much was being poured into the two men. Johnny pulled you forward again, this time grinding up against you in just his boxers as well. He was fully hard beneath you, the friction caused you to groan breathlessly. You rocked your hips back and forth against his, chasing the pleasure that was building in your lower abdomen. You began losing yourself in the friction between you and Johnny when suddenly you were lifted again and your boxers were torn off of you. Simon pushed you forward, his big hands gripping your neck and your waist, putting you face-to-face with Johnny’s strained boxers. 

Behind you, Simon rutted against your ass, the tops of his thighs smacked into the back of yours, driving you even closer to Johnny’s crotch. You repositioned your hands to grip Johnny’s hips, nosing against his hard cock and licking a stripe over the growing wet spot on the fabric covering him. He groaned at the contact, his hands slowly finding their way to your head and threading through your hair. His nails dragged against your scalp, barely resisting pushing your head closer as you continued to tease him through his boxers.

Meanwhile Simon had crawled lower, his hands now gripped your thighs, pulling them apart while he shoved his face into your ass. He licked up the inside of your thighs before stopping just before he got to where you needed him most. He massaged your legs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as his breath ghosted over your ass. 

You whined again, wiggling your hips and pushing them back towards him, you risked a glance just as he flipped over, positioning his head directly between your thighs that shook against the bed. You struggled to hover above his face, not wanting to hurt him. 

“Sit down lovie, let me take care of you.” 

You shook your head, surely he didn’t really mean for you to sit directly onto his face.

His hands wrapped around your hips, crushing your legs and yanking you further towards his face. 

“C’mon I can handle it. Sit.”

At that, your legs gave out and you sat directly on Simon’s face. He immediately began licking and sucking every part of you that he could reach. The crevice where your thighs met your hips was sure to be red and bitten by time he was finished. His careful attention towards your hole had your mouth snapping open in a moan, you keeled forward, clutching desperately at Johnny in front of you. Your hands clawed at his hip, pulling at his boxers that were still hiding him from you. Noticing your desperation Johnny chuckled. 

“Need some help there lad?” 

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, tears were gathering in your waterline as your eyes turned unfocused from the pleasure, mouth dropped open as you panted heavily. His smirk dropped as he took in your aroused expression, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

“Fuckin hell that was hot. Fuck.”

The ripping of fabric was loud even through the haze that you felt, Johnny ripped his boxers clean off. Finally seeing him in his entirety, you dove forward and gripped his thighs as you tentatively licked up his full length, the salty taste of sweat and precum on your tongue. He moaned loudly, bending forward at the waist, both of his hands flying back to your hair. 

You licked his tip a few more times before pushing it past your lips, hollowing your cheeks as you slobbered on his cock. You sucked the tip and pumped the rest with your hands, your grip tight and moving in time with your mouth. His moans increased in volume as the energy flowing out of you doubled with your careful attention. Your focus was split between going down on Johnny and the overwhelming attention from Simon beneath you. Just as you got lost in the feeling of Simon’s tongue and fingers pushing past your tight ring of muscle, he pulled away. You whined at the cold feeling left behind before almost choking when he took all of you into his mouth, his hand carefully fondling your balls. 

You knew he was bigger than you but you didn’t expect him to take you so well. The touch and warmth from his mouth was suddenly rushing you towards your orgasm. The energy pouring into Simon also increased and he gasped as the feeling went straight to his still clothed groin. Johnny was shallowly thrusting up to meet your mouth and hands while Simon sucked harder, tongue licking your slit as your hips stuttered from the pleasure. The relief of the heat in you being soothed, as well as the pleasure from Simon, finally pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, making your entire body shake as you came in Simon's mouth. 

Johnny’s hips stuttered at the sudden rush of energy crashing into him, his orgasm hit strong and fast as well, his salty spend hit your tongue, dripped out of your mouth, and down your chin. Behind you Simon had shifted upright again and was leaning over your body.

The heat that had faded was slowly starting to return, the fire of energy in your body began to swell again. Needing a break, Johnny slid off the bed, quickly being replaced with Kyle.

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you in awe. The heat in his gaze bore into you as he leaned forward and began licking the cum off of your face and neck. He moved back up to your face, once again your hair was cared away from your face as he carefully inspected your expression. 

“I watched you tease poor Johnny. D’you think you can take some yourself?” Your hazy eyes met his as he smirked at you. You swallowed before nodding, he could do anything to you at this point as long as it meant that he touched you. Before you knew it, he leaned forward and began kissing you hot and heavy. His tongue danced with yours as he fought against your bruising kisses with some of his own. His hand gripped your hair, guiding your head exactly how he wanted.

Behind you, Simon was slowly easing two of his thick fingers into your ass. Your body jolted at the intrusion, but Kyle’s grip on you prevented you from looking behind you. Carefully fingering you, Simon eased them out and added another finger, using all three to stretch you out as you moaned on Kyle’s tongue. All three fingers slid out of you, followed by the distant sound of some shuffling and then something much larger was pushing at your entrance.

Simon’s one hand gripped your hipbone, while the other lined him up with your hole, slowly pushing into you as Kyle kept your focus directed straight ahead, not allowing you to shift your focus at all. He held strong against the energy that poured from you, even once it seemingly doubled as Simon pushed himself all the way into you. You gasped in pain and he stilled for several seconds while you caught your breath. Kyle kissed along your jaw before mouthing against your neck and biting your ear like you did to Johnny. 

Slowly the feeling of Simon inside of you faded to pleasure, your hips pushed back against him and he began making slow shallow thrusts. His iron grip on your hips prevented any attempt to move away from him. The pleasure from him hitting that spot you like oh so much had you seeing stars. You writhed against Kyle as he massaged your nipples, sucking and biting against your chest and neck as Simon increased the speed of his thrusting, his control slipping as he got closer to his own orgasm. 

Soon he was pounding into you hard and fast, his rhythm was constant and fluid and you could feel your pleasure building up as well. Simon’s grip tightened into a bruising hold as he fucked you through his orgasm. Yours was inching closer and closer until he suddenly stopped, slipping out of you with ease thanks to the cum now dripping down your legs. His lips ghosted the back of your neck, pulling your face towards him and into a hungry kiss. You whined as he pulled away, feeling empty and desperate for another release. Kyle chuckled at your pathetic moan before pulling you further on top of him as Simon slipped away. 

“C’mon sweetheart, if you wanna cum so bad then ride me.” 

You looked down at Kyle, your hands splayed across his chest as his heated gaze bore into yours. You quickly crawled forward, bracing yourself above him as you freed his half hard length from his boxers. You spat in your hand, using that to pump him until he was fully hard. Finally lining up his cock with your entrance and slowly sinking down, using Simon’s cum as lubrication. The energy in you flared, but it was noticeably less than before. 

Your legs shook as you struggled to get a rhythm going like Simon had from behind you. Kyle laid back, his fingers tracing patterns into your straining legs as he breathed out heavy pants. The burning in you flared once again and allowed a sudden increase in energy, your motions increased as you slowly began riding him in earnest. The pressure from below was finally more than the pressure inside of you, allowing you to feel every movement of his cock inside of you. 

Growing impatient even despite your faster pace, Kyle pulled you to sit all the way down on his cock, your breath forced out of your lungs at the feeling. You panted heavily as he began lifting and moving you at his own pace. Slow and deep, he was reaching parts of you that hadn’t been touched before. He wasn’t particularly fast, but the depth he reached had you seeing stars, something much stronger was building inside of you. 

His hips moved up to meet yours every time you came down on him, your nails dug into his shoulders in an effort to stabilize yourself. Broken moans left your throat as his grunts filled the room. His speed increased slightly, but his depth remained. Before you knew it, your second orgasm was crashing over you harder than the first. He fucked you through it until he followed with a deep gasp a few minutes later, finally letting up when his cock softened and you slumped against him. 

Your feverish skin burned against his bare chest and he carefully rolled you off of him, caressing your face as he reassured you how well you were doing.

Just as Kyle ducked away, you felt another presence climbing on top of you. John. He warmly smiled down at you, pulling you down the bed so that your hips rested in his lap, your still twitching legs on either side of him.

“Almost there lad, just gotta get you through this fever.”

The energy in you had faded a significant amount, after being absorbed by three people somehow there was still excess buildup. John’s hips rolled his hardness into your ass as he rubbed at the bruises forming on your hips.

“We will take it slow, just like before.”

You nodded weakly, words failing you as tears gathered in your lashline at the overwhelming feeling in your body. John gently wiped away your tears before pushing down his boxers, his tip lined up with your entrance. Even despite already being fucked twice, your body still craved the release of your pent up energy. He slid in slowly, a shallow gasp falling from your lips. More tears fell as he waited several moments before slowly thrusting. His grip was gentle on your waist, his thumbs rubbed over your skin as he slowly moved in and out of you.

His thrusts weren’t as fast as Ghost or as deep as Kyle, but he seemed to know exactly where you’d feel him the most. You gasped through your tears at how suddenly another orgasm built up. This one was no weaker than the first two. You felt it peaking as he continued the solid grind of his hips against yours, no stutter, no break, not indication of what he was thinking. The almost methodical movement of his hips reminded you of his methodical way of working.

That was your last distracted thought before he reached forward and began jerking you off in time with his thrusts, using your own arousal as lubricant. A moan tore through you as your body struggled to keep up with the dual stimulation. His thumb rubbed over your slit as he let out his own groans, his hips moving slightly faster. In an instant your orgasm slammed into you, the last of the excess energy crashed through him causing his own orgasm to rip through him. He fucked you through both, only letting up when you weakly pushed at his hips. 

He slid out of you, the feeling of cum leaking out of you made you shiver. Johnny appeared in your line of sight, praising you for doing so well and gently touching your face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up luv, tha’ way you can rest proper now.”

You smiled softly as he carried you to the connected bathroom. You faded in and out of sleep as Johnny and Simon showered you off like before. Even without the soothing smell of the soaps at home, the warm water and gentle touches still worked to help you relax. 

Eventually you came to when you were being dried and changed back into clean clothes. You’re pretty sure that Dr. Mari came in to check you over again before sending you home with medication and instructions to make sure that your fever didn’t return. She said something about how the bond was fresh and they’d all do much better if you recovered at home. 

You briefly woke to see the inside of the truck again, unsure who was holding you, before falling back into a haze of sleep. Finally you awoke in a warm hold in one of the massive beds upstairs. You curled into the warmth, nuzzling your face deeper into the muscular chest as a pair of arms tightened around your waist from behind. Finally feeling safe and comfortable at home, you slipped into a deep and restful sleep. 

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After sleeping almost 13 full hours, you woke up in a much better state than before. Still a bit out of it, you laid against Simon as John massaged your sore body. You slowly woke up, finally getting up to piss and follow Johnny and Kyle downstairs to eat breakfast and watch more shitty tv. 

A short while after John and Simon had come down, they took their time to explain everything. Letting you process what happened. They took in your reaction carefully, holding your gaze as you looked over them properly. 

All in all, you took it well. You admitted that you felt better than before because the bond allowed them to soothe you somewhat. You knew this might’ve eventually happened, but you were glad it was with them. They all took their time to make sure that you were alright. They kept you comfortable and clean as your body recovered from the strain you endured. Loving gazes and gentle hands were a stark contrast to how they first acted towards you. 

Due to the release of excess energy buildup, as well as guiding pt, and occupational therapy, you were able to make more progress than before. You even joined the group in therapy and worked through everything together. A healthy bond, like a relationship, required communication and maintenance. Even if the bond mainly affected them, you still were just as involved with it as they were. 

The bond allowed them to get closer with each other as well. You were all now far more connected than before. That connection strengthened all of your abilities, but it also made their concern and protectiveness of you grow tenfold.

After everything that you had been through, Price finally decided that maybe they would need to change something about their lifestyle, anything they could do to prevent you getting hurt again. 

After much discussion, it was finally decided that they would retire from the military, for good. Sure, they would help in a catastrophic emergency, but there were many younger espers and guides that could take over their responsibilities. After discussing it with you and then with Laswell, you were all finally ready to move on to a new chapter in your lives. 

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Your body felt lighter. Nightmares no longer possessed you, and that looming shadow in your past no longer haunted you. You and the boys moved far away from anywhere that had a bad association. They decided to move closer to your childhood home, a place that you still were quite fond of. The small town was slightly bigger than you remembered it, but the energy was still the same. 

A quaint town center, small shops and markets lined the square. Bookshops, food stalls, masons, and butchers, the picture of quaint and comfortable. You were exactly where you wanted to be.

The boys each found something that called to them, allowing them to take advantage of their esper powers but in a non-combative way. For the first time in your adult life, you were able to do any job you wanted. You decided to work part time at several different places: assistant librarian, delivery boy for your favorite bakery, and in your free time you tended to the beautiful garden that surrounded your home, Kyle helped on occasion.

Overall, you were happy. You finally had that connection that you had been longing for. Their love and growth allowed you to finally heal from your past, and them from theirs. You would still occasionally dream of Priya. You told your team about her eventually, sadly recalling how she helped you. They reassured you that it wasn’t your fault and told you more about Roach. 

While your hearts would always hold room for those you had lost, the current relationship you all had was more important than ever. They supported you and each other, and you supported them. 

Finally, you were happy. Finally, you could rest. Finally, you were loved.

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[sagegreenlemon]

Hey all, I just wanted to let you know that I just re-posted my works on Ao3 under this same username, so pls don’t be alarmed if you see my works up there as well! I hope that you all are doing well and are looking forward to more stories that I have been working on :)

[sagegreenlemon]

Can't wait for the next chapter of Guide Me. Also hope you're doing well and thank you for your writing<3

Hello! I honestly didn’t realize that anyone was looking forward to the next part that much, I’ll be sure to finish it and post it quickly :) <3 Thank you sm for checking in, it means a lot :> Im doing well, just busy writing my thesis rn! I’ll hopefully be posting two stories within the next two weeks. Thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoy :)

[sagegreenlemon]

Love, bites - Part 2

Vampire TF141 x Werewolf male! reader

Summary: Due to a new initiative aimed at improving vampire and werewolf relations, you are placed on an all-vampire task force. How will you and your new team learn to manage your bias against each other while also dealing with the long existing prejudice against monsters...

Word count: 7k

Tags/Warnings: 18+, nsfw, minors dni, AMAB body parts+(I think) gendered terms(?), angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, injuries, mentions of past abuse, oral, biting + drawing blood, non-explicit blood drinking, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, manhandling, eiffel tower (let me know if I missed anything)

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A/N: Hey all, thank you so much to everyone for being so patient. This was supposed to come out a month ago, but I got really caught up with Uni assignments all hitting me at once and I've only had time recently because of spring break. This is my first time writing explicit smut, so please be kind. I always love to hear from you all and hearing any feedback in general! I hope that you continue to follow along as I work on finishing and posting all of my drafts (at least 10). Wishing you all the best!! -M (no beta reader)

p.s. I'm sorry that this didn't stay gender neutral y'all, I made this version with amab body parts and (I think some) gendered terms, but if anyone wants I can make a separate afab body-parts version!

~Story below the cut~

Your head shot towards Ghost, his eyes were boring into you from under his mask. “What???” Gaz chuckled at your flustered confusion. “What he means is that when we get back, we will take you on a date like you said.”

Soap interrupted with a smug smile, “And then maybe we will get you naked after.” 

Your tail thumped and the red on your face grew a shade darker. Price cleared his throat from beside you. “For now though, you really should get out of those wet clothes and dry off. There are some spares you can wear.” Your trembling hand reached out and carefully accepted the extra thermals that Price handed over to you. You gratefully accepted them and quickly changed your top while facing them. Deciding that their leering eyes were too much to handle at the moment, you faced away and pulled on the dry bottoms as well. 

As soon as you were dry, you finally began warming up again. You even opted to move slightly away from the heat when you felt too warm. The others seemed to settle down as well, relaxing in their respective spots. The warmth settled into your bones and your eyes grew heavy. You nuzzled into your dry clothes and warm sleeping bag and quickly drifted off to sleep, not noticing the 4 pairs of eyes watching you fondly.

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After that night, you had all managed to fight through the thick snow and finally return back to base. There had been no mention or acknowledgement of the incident for a while after. The others returned to their normal routine, but they started to make more space for you as well. 

You all ate your peculiar meals together, spent time watching the telly, and even exchanged stories over board and card games. You found out that they all had a much deeper history than you had originally thought. Gaz was the one who turned Price. Apparently they worked closely together and even despite judgement for vampires back then, Price still fell in love with him. It took several years of convincing Gaz to finally turn him, and Price was only mildly peeved at the slight visible difference in age. 

Even Ghost and Soap had a history together. They were friends with opposite personalities and grew up as neighbors. Soap was Ghost’s escape during his difficult childhood. Eventually when Soap was attacked and unwillingly turned, Ghost decided he shouldn’t deal with it alone and had Johnny turn him as well. 

It took them a couple more years before the group met one another, but they were united by their unique personalities and their occupation. They had all been working together long before you had even left your home. Werewolves similarly tended to live quite long lives in comparison to humans, however they tended to age only until a certain point. On average, werewolves tended to stop ageing around what would be considered middle-age, and kept that appearance forever. Even getting to that point took much longer than humans too. 

Overall, there were definitely moments where you felt jealousy begin to bite at you and you couldn’t help but pull away from them at times. Sure, they probably were just joking about courting you, but you took them seriously. Despite that, the sting of rejection lingered from your past and you couldn’t help the thoughts that plagued your mind. Maybe they were looking for something more casual? Maybe they couldn’t take you seriously because you were a werewolf… And they still didn’t seem all that fond of others of your kind either…

Regardless, the team must have noticed you slightly pulling away and invited you out for dinner one Friday evening. Even though they were all supposed to go, you ended up only going out with Johnny and Simon. Some excuse about Johnny apologizing for being difficult or something was tossed your way. 

You were a bit disappointed that your group was separated, but you supposed it would be alright since the others were busy. Johnny seemed giddy to take you to a nearby family-owned restaurant. They had hearty, comfort meals for you and options for the boys as well. You all enjoyed your time chatting and taking in the cosy environment before heading to a nearby pool hall. The hall was a bit older and thus only accessible to monsters with more humanoid forms, however there were various other species present in the hall as well.

Johnny took this opportunity to flirt with you, he got right up behind you, his chest pressed into your back as he leaned over you. His hands wrapped around yours, fixing your grip on the cue stick before cheekily gripping your hips as well. His hips rubbed against your backside subtly before he quickly pulled away, admiring your flustered state. Your nails extended slightly as your canines poked out from your lips, your pupils dilated as you struggled to direct your focus on the cue ball. 

Although it took some time for you to be comfortable playing, you had quite a bit of fun with them both. You did learn however that Simon was very competitive at pool and Johnny loved to sneakily try and cheat. He rarely got away with it, but you spied him sinking one of the balls when he was rubbing Simon’s arm, distracting him. You also learned that the boys weren’t very privy to cocktails and had the pleasure of introducing them to dirty-shirley’s and rum-and-cokes. 

Overall, you were feeling warm and fuzzy inside by the end of your little date. You were absolutely beaming on the way back to your small home, your tail thumped steadily against the back seat of the truck. Simon and Johnny walked in front of you as you all made your way back to the house and began unlocking the front door. Just then, you remembered that you had left your coat in the car and ran off to grab it. When you returned, you noticed the intimate moment between Simon and Johnny immediately. The door was slightly ajar and Simon was leaning down, tenderly kissing Johnny, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the house keys were still gripped in his other hand. 

Their kiss was short, but nonetheless tender. They slowly turned and walked inside, failing to see your flustered expression behind them. You shook yourself off before quickly following them inside and locking the door behind you. After kicking off your shoes, you stumbled into the sitting room, finding the boys all lounging on the sofa. Confusion hit you at the sight of Kyle and John in the room as well. They were cuddled up on the sofa while John’s favorite show played on the telly. 

“I thought you two were busy working late tonight?” You spoke suddenly, catching their attention.

Kyle and John looked at each other before looking back at you. “Yeah, we uh, finished a tad early so we decided to come home.” John spoke smoothly, his hesitation not going unnoticed by you. 

You eyed them over before simply nodding and looking around for a place to sit. John, Gaz, and Johnny were all taking up the sofa, meanwhile Simon was stretched out in the large recliner. You opted to sit on the floor in front of Johnny’s legs before he pulled you up between him and Kyle. They both crowded you as you got comfortable on the sofa that was just slightly too small. Johnny pulled your legs into his lap, while Kyle began petting your ears gently. You let out a small whimper at his gentle touches before slapping a hand over your mouth. He and Johnny exchanged a look before glancing back at the tv.  

The room was illuminated by the screen, the voices from the people on screen drifted around the room, mixing with the soft snores that were leaving John’s mouth. You couldn’t prove it, but you were certain that Simon was sleeping every time he chose to “rest his eyes” as well. Kyle’s fingers lightly scratched your scalp, the drag of his nails caused a shiver to roll through you. Johnny kept himself occupied by rubbing your thighs and knees, occasionally gripping the fat of your thigh and massaging your relaxed muscles. You were like jelly between them, your eyes closed as you felt pure bliss at the attention they were giving you. 

As your mind began to wander, a slightly higher grip on your thigh caused your eyes to snap open. Johnny was completely focused on the show as his hand wandered high up the inside of your thigh, getting dangerously close to your crotch. His hand gripped the inside of your thigh, before gently rubbing back and forth. The unintentional teasing continued until his knuckles bumped directly into your crotch, forcing a strained noise out of you. 

He suddenly glanced down, only now taking in your red face, your canines were once again poking past your lips as your claws gripped the hem of your shirt. Kyle was staring down at you, also drawn in by the sudden sound. Johnny seemed to feel a bit apologetic at first, but then he repeated the action, your thighs snapped together. You slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting upright on the sofa. Kyle turned his body towards yours, wrapping his arms around your torso and leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Is this okay luv?” 

You glanced back at the vampire leaning against your shoulder, then to the one gripping your thighs, before nodding carefully. “Use your words pup.” 

You looked into Johnny’s seemingly glowing eyes before verbalizing your desire. “Please touch me.” 

Kyle and Johnny smiled at your affirmation before getting impossibly closer to you and each other. Leaning over your shoulder, Johnny and Kyle shared a heated kiss while you watched with wide eyes, their hands were still on you. Seconds went by before they broke apart, a fire glowing in both of their eyes before looking back at you. You leaned forward wanting a kiss of your own, but they both leaned into your neck and chest instead. Kyle’s hands stroked up and down the sides of your ribcage, fingers dancing against the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath the fabric. His cold touch, combined with his teeth delicately scraping against your neck, caused you to gasp sharply.

Johnny was occupied mouthing against your adam’s apple, his hands groping at your chest after he pulled you straight into his lap. You could feel Johnny’s hips moving under yours as he pulled on the collar of your shirt to lick further down your neck. 

Kyle’s hands twitched under your shirt, moving further up your torso before his fingers found your chest. He paused before exploring the expanse of your pecs, fingers focusing in on your nipples. He rubbed and groped, fingers drawing slow circles into the sensitive buds. Your breath came out heavier as Johnny focused his attention on the waistband of your jeans, his fingers hooking into the denim and dancing around the zipper, his lips were still locked against the column of your neck. Just as you began feeling lost in the ministrations of the two vampires, a cough from behind Kyle paused their movements. 

You glanced back through hazy eyes to see John staring at the three of you, his eyes intensely dragged up and down your form before avoiding your gaze. “Leave the poor lad alone. We have chores to do tomorrow.” 

The poor excuse seemed convincing as Kyle and Johnny both carefully unlatched themselves from your person before they slowly stood from the sofa. They glanced back at your flushed form, your gaze still a bit foggy as you looked up at them with the saddest puppy-look they had ever seen. They quickly looked away, both bit into their lips as they grumbled and walked up the stairs. John sighed and quickly followed, tousling your ears as he walked by. 

You deflated a bit at the sight of them all retiring for the night, before glancing back at where Simon had been completely silent. You stared straight into a familiar piercing gaze, his brown eyes glowed almost red as he stared straight at you. His gaze raked down your form as he stood and lumbered over to you. He leaned down and straightened up your shirt and jeans, adjusting your collar so that it wasn't pulled down low. The silence stretched as he looked you over, his fingertips gently traced the dark marks covering your neck and throat. You could feel the bruises forming under his gentle touch. You looked down, slightly dejected at being left alone. Simon’s finger hooked under your chin, lifting your gaze to his looming form. “Not yet pup” 

You looked up into his searing gaze before nodding, suddenly overtaken with tiredness. “We both best be off to bed now. C’mon.” 

His hand hooked under your arm, dragging you to your feet. You stumbled slightly into his solid torso, before quickly gaining your footing. He nudged you towards the stairs, following close behind. The steps creaked as you both climbed the old staircase. Stopping at the top, you turned to say something to him before a low moan interrupted you. Both of your attentions were drawn to the closed door of their shared room. Your ears dropped against your head as you forwent whatever silly thing you were going to tell him. Simon sighed deeply before turning back to you, he watched as your sulking form slid back into your room in silence. 

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The morning after, you woke to find that Kyle and Johnny had been sent off to run errands in town. The truck needed new wiper blades or the back garden was due for a new hose or something. John had prattled off a list of things that they needed before turning back to his newspaper and specialty coffee. You settled into your seat at the table, accepting that you’d be left with him and Simon all day to clean up the house. 

You spent the entire morning in the front garden, doting on the pretty flowers and leafy bushes, occasionally wiping the sweat from your face. Spring was only just beginning to warm up, and this was one of those really warm days that reminded you of peak summer temperatures. The trees nearby began to shed winter, pink blossoms and little leaves decorated the bare branches. 

Your entire morning was spent with your hands buried in the dirt, pulling weeds and tending to the garden. You were so absorbed by the dirt and delicate plants, tail wagging steadily behind you, that you failed to notice the stares you were receiving from Simon and John. They would occasionally prop the front door open to watch you soaking up the warm sunlight. While vampires had no mortal issue with the sun, their sensitive eyes and skin tended to keep them away. However the two vampires couldn’t help but admire the way you seemed to bask in the UV rays. By lunchtime your skin had a slightly warmer hue and pink tinted your cheekbones and nose. Your white shirt was soaked through by both the malfunctioning hose and the warm breeze, it clung to your form as you made your way back inside looking for food. 

Simon and John joined you in the kitchen not long after you had settled down, they stared at you hungrily but made no move to get anything to eat. You looked at them curiously over the top of your glass of water, but made no mention of their seeming lack of appetite. They really seemed as if they were holding back, but you knew they had no interest in your food. Maybe they’re waiting for Kyle and Johnny before they eat? 

Once you finished up, quickly washing your dishes in the sink, you grabbed your hat, covering up your ears once again before being stopped by Simon. His grip on your arm was tight, almost bruising and his gaze was locked onto your throat. “How’s your neck?” 

You glanced down at your chest before remembering the bruises from the previous night. “Oh it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You rubbed your neck, feeling only a lingering tenderness buried under your skin. Simon gave you a once over, his eyes completely unblinking as he looked at you. He grunted, forcing himself to turn away. “If you say so.” 

His grip on your arm dropped and you watched him walk deeper into the house. You shrugged off the feeling that you were missing something. You spent the rest of the afternoon thinking over the many recent interactions. They had been acting off since you had recovered from the last mission. A warm, sticky feeling crawled under your skin and your head filled with doubt as the sun slowly faded from the sky. 

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After that day, the team had only continued to act weirder and weirder. Even though they were never avoiding you, it still felt as if they were sneaking around. Their guilt was almost palatable and they strangely became more distant with you over the course of a week. They would still spend time with you inside and outside of work, however they seemed more reserved and hesitant. Occasionally it seemed as if they’d finally break and tell you what was going on, but they never did. Eventually your frustration bubbled over and you decided to confront them, but their weak excuses only rattled in your ears as they avoided your gaze. 

Huffing, your hurt took over and you decided that you needed some space as well. The ache of rejection hurt your chest and stomach and was distracting you from work. You couldn’t fall behind in drills or paperwork, so you decided to focus on that until they got over themselves. You made yourself so busy, and yet you still had the nagging feeling that you were forgetting something important. Eventually the feeling finally caught up with you in the worst way.

You had been sitting in the dining hall with a few of the secretaries, chatting over lunch when it happened. One of them had randomly turned to you and asked quietly how your preparations were going. You stared blankly, not understanding what you were being asked. “What preparations?”

“Well, it's Spring, so I thought you would be prepping by now…” “What for?”

“For your heat?” 

You looked away as hot shame and disappointment washed over you in a wave. “I don’t have a pack and I’m a runt, so it's not like I’m gonna get one.” 

The secretary stared at you as she continued, “But you do have a pack now, don’t you? Those vampires that are always around you?” 

You looked at her in confusion, “I mean we live together, but it’s not like I can bond with them, they’re not werewolves.” 

She shook her head as she responded, “That’s not true. Didn’t you hear about the werewolf in the other team? He went into heat last year even though his team doesn’t have any other wolves on it.”

She proceeded to explain how this one werewolf had been without a pack for so long, that as soon as he found a team that he got close to, his instincts were sent into overdrive and he reacted as if he were part of a regular werewolf pack. Apparently there is a possibility for an inter-species bond to form as well depending on the monster species. You sat completely still, quietly taking in the load of information that your coworker was telling you. By the end, you were squirming in your chair, suddenly worried about going into your first heat under these circumstances. 

Even when lunch had ended, you couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told you. Your concern only grew as the day continued on before you finally gave in and dropped into Laswell’s office before you went home for the night. She didn’t seem surprised to see you, and she seemed even less surprised as you hastily explained the conversation that you had with her secretary. She smiled knowingly at you as she explained that you were allowed time off without giving notice and that everyone had certain accommodations made for them during their typical heat seasons. 

By the time you were finished in her office, you were about as red as a tomato. A mixture of relief and worry swirled around your stomach as you queasily made your way home, accepting that you desperately needed to start preparing your space. 

When you returned, you ignored the warm laughter in the sitting room and headed straight to the linen closet. You collected towels, blankets, and any extra pillows that you could get your claws on. You followed that by sneaking into the laundry room and stealing a few articles of dirty clothing that you stuffed into your collection of textiles. 

You quickly hauled the large collection up the stairs and into your room, sorting everything into different sections based on use and put away anything delicate. You sadly tucked your lamb into your wardrobe, worried that you’d rip her when your claws extended during your heat. You also decided to keep a store of snacks and drinks in your room as you knew you’d be too ashamed to face the others… 

Honestly, you were a bit lost on what would happen during your heat. You hadn't been close with your parents or siblings growing up and never had a role model in the military either. Your friendly coworker had advised that you talk to medical staff to know how to prepare, but you were too embarrassed and decided that you’d treat it like being sick for a week. What could go wrong…?

Only a few days after you had begun your preparations, your frustration with the boys was rehashed when you overheard a conversation they were having. You had worked late, trying to get ahead on your work on the chance that you would be out for a week. Meanwhile, the team went home at their normal time and apparently decided to have an important conversation without you. 

You quietly walked in, closing and locking the old door softly as you toed off your shoes. Just as you were about to head straight upstairs to shower and get comfortable, your sensitive ears picked up on a strained voice from the dining room. You went completely still, just around the corner from them and out of sight as you listened to them speak. 

“We can’t ask him to leave, that’s not fair to him.” “Well we can’t have him here right now, what if something happens? Then what?” “Well then shouldn’t we at least tell him what’s going on?” “No, that’ll freak him out… We couldn’t do that to him.” The chatter continued after that, but you could no longer hear them. Tears welled up in your eyes as you took in a shaky breath and made your way up the stairs. Your hands shook as you opened your door, quietly closing it behind you, you slid down to the cold floor. They didn’t want you here. And now of all times? This might be the most vulnerable you’d ever been in your life… Instinctual fear took over you at the thought of them kicking you out. You crawled into your bed, gathering up a pillow and as many blankets as you could in your hands and just laid there, hoping that they’d just let you stay.

Several hours had passed and your moping hadn’t improved at all. Eventually, however, the grumbling of your stomach forced you downstairs. When you walked into the kitchen, you could see the boys solemnly hunched over the dining table, none of them looked up when you walked in. You quickly and quietly heated up some leftovers, scarfing them down before returning your dish to the sink, deciding to take care of it later. Just as you were leaving the kitchen, taking special care to avoid looking at your team, the sound of your name made you pause.

You turned to see John staring at you with concerned eyes, “Hey, I think we should have a quick chat about something—” 

White hot rage filled you almost immediately, you cut him off before he could continue, “Oh, what, now you want to talk to me? Are you sure that you don’t want to keep talking behind my back?” 

The others turned sharply at your interruption, words failing them as they looked at your frazzled form. Price’s face hardened, “You were listening to us earlier? What did you hear?” “I heard enough. I know that you don’t want me here anymore. I thought things had gotten better between us, but I guess not.”  

Heat flooded your body as your face fell. The others looked at you in shock as you continued, “Nevermind that. I can’t leave right now, so you’ll have to put a request in with Laswell yourself because I’m not doing it.” 

You turned sharply and marched back up the stairs, ignoring the various calls of your name from behind you. Panicked footsteps followed behind you, but you ignored them, slamming and locking your door behind you. You dove back into your collection of linens, covering your head with a pillow. The warmth that had spiked in your body hadn’t faded, but you ignored it and chose to just try and sleep it off, hoping that the others would have a change of heart by morning.

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It hit suddenly. At first your body was burning with a warmth that you had never experienced before, but in your tired condition you simply kicked off the layers of blankets and pulled off your pajamas, trying to get cozy again in only your boxers. However, as minutes passed, the fever possessing you only seemed to get worse. You rolled around, desperately trying to get comfortable in the haze of your heat. You reached for water, knocking everything off of your night table in the process. Whining and fishing the water bottle off the floor, you chugged as much as you could before once again trying to get comfortable in bed.

The moon was high in the sky, your sheets stuck to your skin, hair to your face, and your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Your boxers felt too tight and sticky and your claws and nails were protruding almost double their usual length. You were stuck in a phase in-between human and wolf and your body was overheating. 

You continued whining, squirming as you tried to figure out what to do even through the mental fogginess. Purely following instincts, you ground your hips into the mattress, chasing any friction that you could. A jolt of pleasure washed through you at the movement which encouraged you to continue. Your body didn’t even feel like your own at this point, tears welled in your eyes as your groans turned desperate. Lost in a haze of pleasure, you grabbed one of the pillows and began rutting against it as well, chasing the feeling of pleasure building in your stomach. Your nails pierced the sheets and the pillow, but you were too lost in the feeling to notice.

Similarly, you were way too lost in the feeling to hear a gentle knock at your door. And that was how John found you, near naked, rutting against your pillow, covered in a layer of sweat as your desperate moans filled the room. He had only come to check on you after hearing your whimpers through the walls, worried that you were crying, but he did not expect to find you in your current position. 

Quickly understanding the situation, he immediately turned, leaving the door ajar and quickly explained to the others what was happening. Not even a minute later they all entered your room, freezing at the sight before them. 

Your sheets were even more shredded and damp as your desperation grew, as much as you tried, you just couldn’t get off properly. You wept quietly and buried your face into the blankets, chewing on them as you cried. They hesitated only a second before moving to you. 

Your pupils were narrowed into slits and your breaths came out in quick gasps as you looked up at the group surrounding you. “Pleasee ‘elp me…” 

John crouched down next to you, leaning towards your face and pushing your hair back. You leaned into the touch, nuzzling into his cold hand. “Sweetheart, are you in heat?” 

You nodded vigorously, both hands gripped onto his hand, holding it flush against your face. He used his other hand to tilt your head towards him. “Do you need us to help you?” You whined in response, reaching towards his shoulders and using what was left of your strength to pull him up towards you. He stumbled onto the bed with little grace, surprised at the strength you had even in this state. 

You rolled him over and climbed on top of him in all of your near-naked glory. Your boxers were damp and sticking to you and your tail was ramrod straight as you crawled on top of him. You began shoving his shirt up, sticking your nose straight against his stomach, nosing at the happy trail that led up to his chest. Your hips rocked against his and he simply watched you basically climb into his shirt. You were nibbling against his skin as you pushed his shirt up further. Eventually he just pulled the shirt straight off and you took the opportunity to press your face into his neck. Your canines scraped against his skin and drool dripped from your chin. You gulped in his warm, musky smell as you tongued along the underside of his throat. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbed as you continued licking up and down, biting lightly as your claws dug into his shoulders. His hands planted firmly on your hips as you ground down against him. He hardened beneath you which caused a pleased sound to leave your mouth.

Just as you were getting into a desperate rhythm, rutting hurriedly against John, a presence behind you halted your movements. You glanced back to see Kyle crawling up behind you on the bed, meanwhile Johnny and Simon settled together on the other side of the room, watching quietly. Kyle’s fangs glinted in the dim light and his eyes glowed as he closed the gap between you two. Your attention was captured by the heated look on his face. You immediately turned around and leaned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Behind you, John tore off his sweatpants and pulled you back against him, Kyle coming down with you as you fell back. 

Your hands suddenly gripped his face, dragging him closer to yours. You tried blinking away the tears in your eyes as you hazily glared at him. “Why won’t you kiss mee. D’you hate me tha’ much?” 

Kyle froze, knocked out of his trance for just a moment. His hand cradled your face as he leaned in to whisper against your lips. “No sweetheart, we jus’ didn’t wanna hurt you.” 

You growled in response, nails digging into his shoulders as you pressed your forehead against his. “I’m not weak, jus’ fucking kiss me.” 

Your hand reached around the back of his neck, closing the one inch gap between you two. Fangs hit fangs, tongue hit tongue. You breathed heavily into his mouth as your claws gently scratched against his scalp. Suddenly he bit your lip, drawing blood. You ignored the sting and continued to deepen the kiss, your hips rolling forward against his. 

You pulled away with a gasp when your boxers were suddenly ripped off of you. You glanced back to see John’s eyes glowing red as he stared down his nose at you. “Ah shit we’ve run out of time luv. We were trying to avoid goin’ into a rut around you but you just look so pretty like this.” 

You slowly blinked at him, trying to process what that meant as he pulled you into a kiss, licking the blood that dripped from your bottom lip. Kyle leaned down, pulling your thighs open and lightly bit along the inside of your sensitive thighs as he moved closer to your flushed cock. He carefully licked up your length, his tongue swirled around the tip making you whine. Your ears pressed flat against your head as your attention snapped back to Kyle. He jerked you a few times before decidedly swallowing you whole. You lurched forward, hands falling to his shoulders, desperately trying to push him away from the building pressure. “Wait— too fast, I can’t—” 

You came with a groan, John’s arms were the only thing holding you up as your body went completely boneless. Kyle swallowed, looking up at you with a toothy smile, the heat in his eyes still present. You panted, completely breathless, frustrated because your erection had still yet to go down. From behind you, Price pulled you snuggly into his lap, Kyle’s hands were still holding you open. Feeling exposed, you tried to cover yourself up, but John batted your hands away. “Nuh-uh, we wanna see all of you. You can’t hide from us.” 

He reached around you, the slick from saliva and your cum dripped down to your hole. John spread it around with his thick fingers before slowly pushing past your tight rim. You let out a choked gasp, one hand gripping onto Kyle’s hand and the other on John’s forearm. 

With one finger now fully inside of you, he wriggled it around, feeling for something. You jolted when he finally found the spot, pre dripped from your swollen tip. Chuckling to himself, John added another finger, scissoring deep inside you to stretch you out. You groaned when he pulled out, the cool feeling of his fingers was soothing the fire inside of you. 

A second later you felt him pull you up slightly, replacing his fingers with something bigger. The tip of his cock pressed against your tight hole and he slowly began inching inside of you. You let out a broken cry as the obtrusion pushed into you. You heaved, trying to catch your breath and the stretch quickly turned into an itch. You pushed back against him, encouraging him to move, which he did enthusiastically. Kyle held your legs open, but his hands were quickly replaced as John began rutting in and out of you desperately. Kyle yanked down his boxers, grabbing your length and rubbing it together against his, the spit and semen acted as lubrication for his movements. Kyle leaned down, lips and fangs clashing against yours as he began to jerk you off together. The hunger in him and John was palpable now as John mouthed against your shoulder and neck, slowly dragging his fangs against your skin. 

The pressure continued to build as another orgasm was approaching. Kyle broke your kiss and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, hands still working you open. “Darling, it’s alright if you don’t want to. Can we bite you? We promise we won’t hurt you.” 

You were shaking, the pleasure was building up so much and even through your haze you knew what he was asking you. You hesitated for a second before nodding. “Yeah, issok.”

Kyle kissed you again, thanking you as he trailed kisses down your jaw and the underside of your chin, his grip grew tighter. John’s thrusts sped up at your agreement, your moans grew in volume. Your vision grew blurry and that familiar feeling began taking over you. Just as it was about to spill over, Kyle lightly bit into the side of your neck, and John into your shoulder. 

The feeling of them biting you immediately sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashed into you, a desperate cry left your mouth. You wailed as your claws dug into Kyle's shoulders, drawing blood. Through your own comedown, John had finished inside of you, his hot breaths echoed in your ear. You whined as the heat inside of you worsened, cum dripped down onto the sheets below you. Kyle finished with a cry, cum mixing with yours, painting your stomach a sticky, white mess. 

Kyle leaned down, licking at the spent that decorated your stomach before leaning back with a grin. His fangs were bloody and the fire in his eyes had faded slightly, but he gazed at you fondly. You were about to ask to go again when they began crawling away from you. Just as you were about to protest, Johnny and Simon took their places.

Simon slid in behind you, holding you open as Johnny licked you all over, cleaning you up, and taking his time on your sensitive nipples and crotch. Their cool touch calmed your flushed skin and you relaxed in their hold. As Johnny zeroed in on your sensitive cock, Simon pushed his head away, grunting at him to make space. Johnny complied, scooting back slightly as Simon lifted you forward so that you were now on all fours, your face directly in front of Johnny’s crotch. 

The bulge in his boxers seemed almost painful, you glanced up at him for approval and the desperate look he was giving you was enough for you to continue. You pulled down his waistband, his cock sprung out, already wet with arousal, he looked delicious. You leaned forward, giving him just one lick before taking the entire thing into your mouth. He choked out a groan above you, hands coming down to thread around your hair and ears as you took him fully into your mouth. 

Just as you began setting a pace, bobbing up and down on Johnny’s cock, you felt a thick finger push inside of you. Simon was slightly bigger than John, and so were his fingers. He barely needed to try, the stretch from John still had you relaxed. Your head bobbed slowly, tongue circling the tip of Johnny’s cock as he palmed the back of your head. 

Then you felt something thicker begin to push inside of you, you could feel every bump and ridge as he entered you inch by inch. You groaned around Johnny, the vibrations in turn made him groan again, his speed picked up as he began slightly thrusting into your mouth. 

Once he slid all the way in, Simon paused for a second, enjoying the feeling of being inside of you, before he finally started to move when you pushed back against him. His cock was big, stretching you out perfectly as he began slowly moving in and out of you. As Simon thrusted forward, so would you, being pushed forward onto Johnny’s cock. They set a devastating rhythm between them, quickly working you up to your next orgasm. Simon leaned over you, deepening his thrusts and reached around you, fisting your cock in his big hand. You choked as he began jerking you off, this orgasm felt stronger than the last. Johnny grabbed one of your hands that was braced against his thigh and pulled it up to his mouth. He sucked on your fingers, teeth scraping your palm, before biting into the palm of your hand.

You jolted, once again choking on him as he continued thrusting into your mouth. He moaned, lapping at the blood from your hand before groaning deeply as he finished into your mouth. Thick spurts of cum dripped off of your tongue, down your chin, and down Johnny’s thighs. He trembled slightly with aftershocks, leaning down to kiss you as Simon continued to thrust into you. Just as you felt as if you were going to fall over the edge, Simon’s arms wrapped around your midsection and he pulled you straight up, your back pressed into his chest as he paused inside of you.

You shouted in protest, begging him to keep going as tears fell down your cheeks. You were so close, if he would just let you finish. He kissed your cheek, licking up the tears that fell as he smirked against the side of your head. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, keeping you elevated and still against him. Changing your position slightly, Johnny slid underneath you, face inches away from your swollen and angry cock, a cheeky smile stretched across his lips. 

Simon leaned back over you doggy style, face pressed into your neck as he began to slowly thrust. The drag of his cock inside of you caused a new pressure to build up slowly. There was something completely different happening this time, you could feel it. Below you, Johnny dragged you into his mouth, Simon’s thrusts pushed your dick down his throat with each thrust while he laid there taking it. 

The pleasure built suddenly as Simon increased his speed and Johnny deep-threated you. You felt it build up fast, like a rope snapping. Then, it all spilled over. Your vision went white as you came with a broken cry, Johnny swallowed as much as he could before it simply dripped down his chin and lips. Your body seized, you tightened around Simon causing him to finish with a grunt. His fangs sank into the shoulder opposite of where John had bit you. He licked at the blood as he came down from his high. Aftershocks rattled through you as your strength completely gave out. Simon still held you, his arms were the only thing keeping you upright as the heat in your body faded slightly.

You were still feverish and hazy as the boys took care of you, cleaning you up and putting some clean and airy clothes on you. You saw brief flashes of their faces before realizing that you were being carried into their shared room. The last thing you felt before passing out were two sets of cold arms wrapped around you and a quiet whisper in your twitching ear. 

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Guide Me - Part 5

TF141 x Male! Reader - Guideverse AU - Angst, Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Happy Ending

Summary: In a world with guides and espers, you are a guide who has the unfortunate luck to be assigned to a task force that refuses your help. How will you manage to deal with your difficult new team while also dealing with your past haunting you...

Word Count: 4.6k

WARNINGS: 18+, nsfw, minors dni, depictions of SA, noncon touching, kidnapping, trauma, mentions of hospitals, medical inaccuracies, dry-humping, not-so-dry-humping, hand job (let me know if I missed anything!)

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Author's Note: Hi all, I am sorry for taking so long to update. Thank you so much for all of your patience and I hope that you enjoy this next part. I honestly had such a rough end to 2025, but fuck it, we ball. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so please be kind. Anyways, thank you all for sticking with me as I continue working on this story! Happy New Year! (No beta reader) xoxo

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~ Story below the cut ~

Cold water dripped down the back of your shirt, the smell of mildew and rusty metal overwhelmed your senses. The cold bit at your face and your exposed stomach, your shirt lay in tatters on the ground below you. You were slumped forward, the ropes were the only thing keeping you from tumbling out of the chair. Your eyes were crusted shut, tears long since run dry. Red dripped from your nose and smeared down your neck and chin as your head throbbed. 

Silence had overtaken you long ago, disconnecting from the abuse your body had experienced. They had drained you over and over again, groping and touching you as you struggled against their harsh hands. The rag tied in your mouth was soaked with drool, but your throat was scratchy and dry. They had grown tired of your protesting when they stuffed it into your mouth.

Your wrists ached from you and them yanking at the cuffs on your arms. Your fingers and legs had long since gone numb. Your jeans had been unbuttoned, but thankfully the warning from Graves had stopped the hands from wandering any further. 

You were completely drained. You wouldn’t be able to move even if you wanted to. Again and again they had drained the revitalizing energy from your body. They started with the lower-class espers, and slowly increased them as you became weaker and weaker, completely unable to fight back. The pit in your stomach grew until you could no longer feel anything. Your hope of being rescued was squashed hours ago, hours after they had absolutely ruined you. You were finally reminded of Graves’ power and influence. It was hopeless to ever try and escape, you could never be truly free of him. 

Maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way if you had never tried to leave… Maybe Graves would have treated you better… No. You knew why you did it, but doubt still swirled in your mind. Maybe the 141 never actually cared for you. They were probably only acting like that to make up for their guilty conscience. Or even just to make Laswell happy… 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a heavy metal door creaking open and heavy footsteps walking towards you. You were too weak to lift your head, but through your swollen eyes you were able to recognize the familiar pair of boots. Your stomach dropped, but you were no longer able to react at this point. 

The boot kicked the leg of the chair beneath you. The chair rattled, and your body jolted slightly, but you still didn’t move. A rough hand yanked your head up towards the dim light above you. Graves’ eyes scanned your face, pleased at your defeated appearance. “I hate that I had to punish you like that, but I had to get my point across.” His smile dropped as he continued, false pity spread across his face. “You really are nothing without me. Now that you’ve learned your lesson, you’re all mine again. No one will be allowed to touch you.” He emphasized his words by lightly shaking your head back and forth, his grip digging deeply into your soft flesh. 

He sighed at the lack of response. “When I return, I’ll finally get what I want from you. I’m not a very patient man after all and I’ve waited long enough. Don’t miss me too much.” With that, he dropped your head and your upper body lolled forward, his boots were all you could see. He turned quickly and walked away, the sound of his steps echoed in the old warehouse. As soon as the door shut behind him, your mind began wandering once again, wondering exactly what the near future held. 

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The team was restless; they were doing everything in their powers to locate you. There were minimal security recordings of the men who took you. Their vehicle was spotted on some traffic cameras, but they lost visual of them once they turned onto a rural road. They had taken to learning as much as possible about the men who took you, and estimating location based on that.

Firstly, the men were not from the area, they were from a completely different country in fact. Therefore they were at a complete disadvantage and only had a few possible places where they could hide. The team had gathered support from allies and spread out, they tackled the different places as quickly as possible. While they had discovered some of the men involved in your disappearance, they still had yet to find any members of the shadow company, nor you. 

They were getting desperate at this point. There was no sign of you and the men they had found were more willing to die than give up the location of Graves: a warning that he may be scarier than death. That didn’t deter them though, if anything they were even more determined to find you.

In the end, they caught a break at their most recent bust. They had finally caught up to General Shepherd and did everything they needed to in order to get the location of where you were being held. It took them a total of four days to find you. 

Extracting you from the warehouse was a difficult task. They were met with a collection of specially trained espers who were far from willing to back down. The fight was intense. The air crackled with electricity, buzzing from the angry espers and their powers. The pressure changed, just like the feeling in the air right before a tornado or an intense hurricane. 

The 141 was vicious, they were fueled by the rage and fear of their guide being taken away. They seemed to have an extra edge to them, something else was fueling them even more than normal. They absolutely destroyed the shadow company, pummeled them within an inch of their lives, even despite the mysterious strength that they all possessed. They would have killed them, but death was too merciful for their atrocities. They already had some special plans in mind for their punishment.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, the fury felt by the 141 only doubled when they found you. As soon as they had gotten in the warehouse, there you were, finally within their sights. However their joy was short-lived due to the state in which they found you…

You were gaunt, blindfolded, hands tied, and slumped in the arms of Graves. They had done their research on him, a brief investigation into who he was and what he’s like. They thought they were prepared, but seeing you like that broke any rationale they had left. 

Graves smirked at their expressions before standing and dropping you onto the sofa he was sitting on. Your body flopped against the cushions, completely still. As soon as you were out of his grip, they charged at him. They got about ten feet away from him before they felt it: the pressure. They fell to their knees as Graves strolled towards them, his smirk only growing wider. Gaz and Soap fell to their hands, barely holding themselves upright. Ghost and Price were putting up more of a fight, but their bodies shook from the force pressing down on them. Their vision darkened as Graves just laughed. 

“He stayed hopeful for a while, you know, hoping that you would come save him. But I had to remind him it was futile. That he’d never get to see you all ever again.” His boots thudded against the dirt floor, dust kicked up with every step. Soap and Gaz hit the floor, their bodies strained against the force pushing them down. Ghost fell to his hands and knees, he used his full strength to keep his head raised, eyes narrowed at Graves. Price however was still only kneeling, his sturdiness was beginning to frustrate Graves, so he pushed harder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take him off your hands. You’ll never have to see him again.” Ghost collapsed alongside Gaz and Soap. Just as Price seemed like he was going to fall as well, a new spark flared in his eye. They all felt a special connection to you, something that was entirely new to them and something that couldn’t be ignored. You were finally within their reach and they were not going to let you get away.

Energy surged within Price and he slowly stood from the ground. Graves took a step back, his expression faltering. The others were still pressed into the ground, but not Price. Graves could no longer stop him. Step by step, Price walked closer to Graves who was shuffling back towards you. Panic had taken over Graves’ face and his power faltered. As soon as his power started weakening, the others began to stand as well. Price lunged forward and grabbed Graves, immediately nailing him square in the face. No words were wasted on him. 

Graves may have been the strongest in the Shadow Company, but he stood no chance against the 141. They made quick work of him, Soap and Ghost dragged him away while the other two ran towards your crumpled form. 

Their hearts caught in their throats at the sight of you. You were wearing clothes that weren’t your own, your lips were cracked, and your face was much paler than normal. Gaz gently undid the blindfold and Price made quick work of the rope around your wrists, the red welts that wrapped around your arms made him cringe. Your eyes were swollen but you managed to crack them open, you slowly glanced around, gaze unfocused, before your eyes landed on them. 

You blinked slowly, breathing steadily through your mouth, your nose was still caked with blood. “I hope you’re real this time. I couldn’t handle this being another dream.” Your voice was raspy from your dry throat. 

Their faces softened, reassuring smiles spread across their faces. Gaz cradled your head into his chest, “We are really here luv, you’re not dreaming this time.” Price wrapped his arms around you both, “And we are never letting you go.”

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Recovery was long and hard. While you were captive, you were barely given any food and water, you were incredibly dehydrated and malnourished when they found you. Understandably, you were also quite traumatised, refusing to let any strangers touch you. The team and Dr. Mari were all put in charge of your treatment and care. Someone was always by your side, watching over you while you slept, or keeping you company when you were awake.

The nightmares were the worst part. Your exhaustion knocked you into a dreamless sleep the first night, but you weren’t so lucky after that. Every single night, you dreamt about him and what he did to you. Your power was drained out of you every single day until you were nothing but an empty husk, then they would wait until your power came back and do it all again. The doctors were worried about what this would mean for your powers and your ability to guide. They were worried that you’d have trauma responses to any future guiding or that you may not be able to ever properly guide again.

Meanwhile, your team was just worried that they had lost you. They remembered what you were like when you had first arrived on base all those months ago, bubbly and ready to help them even when they pushed you away. Now you looked lost, empty, like all the light had been drained from you. They were gentle with you, carefully washing you, massaging you, rubbing lotion into your skin. They read to you, watched movies with you, fed you, and never left your side. They decorated your feet with silly socks and filled your room with pretty flowers, cute plushies, and soft blankets. 

With the support of your team, Dr. Mari, and even a therapist, you finally began speaking a bit, however it was obvious that you weren’t doing well. As soon as your progress began to plateau, Dr. Mari and the therapist came up with a possible solution. 

After two weeks in the medical center, you were taken off base to a house. The house wasn’t large by any means, the blue paint on the outside was chipping and the roof looked like it needed some work done, but it was cozy. The front garden was beautiful and the inside was warm and inviting. There was even a deck in the back yard that overlooked a huge field of wildflowers. 

It was decided that the remainder of your recovery would be done here, away from the life that got you to this state. And slowly, but surely, the team began seeing your old self. Not every day was a good day, there were many where you didn’t speak or cried in the bathroom by yourself, but your team was always there for you. 

Currently you were laid out on John’s chest on the sofa in your little house. His hand was rubbing up and down your back as you dozed, falling in and out of sleep while an old sitcom played on the tv. His warm body and the lull of the telly calmed you after another night of looming shadows and tortured screams haunted you. He had woken up with you in the early hours of the morning and brought you downstairs to watch one of your comfort shows. His touch was gentle, and his deep voice was soothing. With his help, you both were able to sleep for several more hours, nightmare free. 

A fuzzy blanket was draped over you as you slept soundly. At some point Kyle had joined you two on the sofa as well, holding both pairs of legs in his lap. He took turns massaging yours and John’s legs as characters on the tv laughed.

At some point while you were sleeping, the heat from John’s body and the blanket, along with the affectionate touches stirred something within you. You woke in a haze, sweating and aroused. You felt like you were burning up and clumsily shoved the blanket off of you and John. His body was like a furnace under you, causing your clothes and the blanket to stick to your damp skin. You tried pushing yourself up from where you were laying on John’s body. Your hand planted in the middle of his chest as a loud groan was heard from above you. Still confused, mind heavy with sleep, you glanced up towards John. He was looking down at you, an almost pained look across his face, his cheeks were dusted a light pink. 

You tilted your head at him, unsure why he made that noise. You rolled your hips again and his head fell backwards onto the armrest, biting his lip gently. You felt something stir below you and glanced down, he was hard. Behind you was a shuffling sound. You glanced back and watched as Kyle adjusted himself, pointedly avoiding your gaze. You slowly blinked at him, watching as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze before you turned back to John, tilting your head at him again. 

He was watching you with an affectionate look on his face, a sheepish smile spread across his lips. Just as you were about to move again, his hands gripped your hips, halting your movement. 

“Luv, you were moaning in your sleep just now… Were you having another nightmare?” You looked down to where your hands were pressed into his chest, holding yourself upright. “No, I was dreaming about something else…” 

Price chuckled at you, “I feel less guilty now.” You began wiggling in his grip again, reaching for the hem of your shirt and quickly ripping it off. “Too hot.”

As soon as your shirt was off, he pulled you back against his chest and sat up. You were pressed chest to chest, your hips flush with his. His hardness pressed into yours. You whined at the feeling, rocking forward into him. His arms halted your movements and you groaned in protest. You needed some friction or you felt like you’d die. 

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ear as he spoke gently, “Take it slow, you’re still recovering.” You whined in response, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, a pout across your lips. 

“Hey now, no need for that. Just relax, we will take care of you.” At that, you felt another presence crawling up behind you. You sat upright, leaning back against John’s legs. His thighs were slowly parted to make room behind you for Kyle, his warm body caged you in, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

Kyle’s arms wrapped around you, slowly rubbing your bare stomach, the tips of his fingertips moved up your sternum before lingering on your chest. His fingers lightly massaged your pecs before circling your nipples. You gasped at his touch, squirming in his grip. Your hips rocked as you squirmed, the hands on your hips gripped harder. You glanced down at John, teary eyed and breathless. He smiled gently, cooing at you as you melted under their careful attention. The motion of your hips slowly resumed as John moved your hips back and forth against his, your growing arousal apparent as a damp spot formed on your pajama bottoms. 

The friction was euphoric, starting off slow, the rocking of your hips and careful attention Kyle was giving you worked you up even further. Gaz mouthed at the side of your neck, leaving kisses and love bites across your neck and shoulders. John groaned louder as your movements sped up along with your breathing. 

Kyle’s fingertips carefully dipped below your waistband, playing with the edge of your boxers. Your attention was split between the man in front of you and the man behind you; your senses were overwhelmed by the touches, smells, and sounds around you.  Just as heat began to grow in your stomach, John forced your hips to still completely. 

You whined in protest, tears welled in your eyes as you became more desperate for release. John clicked his tongue at your lack of patience as he carefully freed himself from his sweatpants. His cock was heavy, it was an angry red with an obvious thick vein going from base to tip, precum leaked from the top. You gasped at the size of his length. Sure, you felt it, but this was your first time actually seeing him. Warm fingertips dipped past the waistband of your pants and carefully freed you from your own boxers. Kyle’s thumb rubbed gently against your tip, carefully smearing the precum over the top before slowly starting to stroke you up and down. 

A broken cry left your mouth at the slow return of pleasure. Your eyes closed for only a second before you felt another hand around you. Kyle was rubbing you two together with both of his hands. The feeling of your cocks rubbing directly together sent electricity down your spine. Kyle’s chest was pressed firmly into your back as he folded you flat against John. The heat from his body caged you in, his gentle breaths in your ear caused more heat to rise up the back of your neck. 

Your breathing increased, turning heavy and clipped as your lungs felt like they were expelling all the heat that was growing inside of you. Kyle whispered sweet praise in your ear as you got closer and closer to your peak. You whimpered as his hands moved in time with John’s hips, working you towards the edge. John’s hands rested on your face, he smiled down at you through his broken moans. “Let it go sweetheart, it's okay.” 

The rhythm of Kyle’s hands was making you break, you were beginning to see stars. Your head tilted back against Kyle’s shoulder and your eyelashes fluttered as you looked into John’s eyes. Getting the hint, he tilted his head forward and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue curled around yours as he kissed you sloppily, drool dripped from the corner of your mouth. The friction and pleasure built up until all you could feel was a white heat as your orgasm tore through you. 

You whimpered as Kyle’s grip never let up through your orgasm, he continued to jerk you and Price, using your sticky release as lubrication until John came as well. A deep groan filled your ears as overstimulation began prickling at your length. Your body went limp as you fully slumped against John’s chest. 

Kyle leaned over you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched you catch your breath, your face pressed into John’s neck. When you finally opened your eyes, Gaz was absolutely beaming at you. You felt a hardness press into your ass, but Kyle remained completely still. You gave him a questioning look and he just smiled at you. “Don’t worry about me. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Just as he began sitting up, a hand landed on his shoulder. “That was a nice show you put on. Leave him to us Gaz.” You tilted your head and caught sight of a familiar mohawk leaning over the back of the sofa. 

Kyle nodded and sat back against the other side of the couch, leaving room for two large hands to scoop you up. Your pajama bottoms and boxers dangled from your legs as Simon carried you to the upstairs bathroom, the old staircase creaked under your shared weight. Leaning over the back of the sofa, Johnny gripped Gaz by the back of his head while he kissed him deeply, before quickly following you and Simon up the stairs. 

The massive bathtub in the main bathroom had been filled with warm water and bubbles, the sweet smell of fragrant soap and essential oils filled the steamy bathroom. Simon gently set you on the edge of the tub before pulling your pajamas the rest of the way down your legs. He then turned your legs so that your toes dipped into the inviting water. You scooted forward and submerged both feet fully into the warm water before slowly lowering yourself into the large bathtub. 

A soft sigh left your lips as the warm water allowed your muscles to fully relax. The sound of clothes hitting the floor behind you caused you to tilt your head back just in time to see Simon pull off his sweatpants. Now completely nude, he turned and helped Johnny pull off his clothes as well. Once they were both completely nude, they silently slid into the tub with you. 

The water sloshed at the sudden addition of two large bodies. Simon slid in behind you while Johnny sat directly next to him. Once you were all settled, you let out another sigh of relief, letting your eyes close as your head rested against Simon’s broad shoulder. One arm was wrapped around Johnny’s shoulders and the other circled your waist, his hand gently resting on your stomach. Simon’s finger traced patterns on your skin as you all relaxed in the comforting water. 

Just as the water began to cool slightly, a familiar fire returned to your belly. Heat pooled in the bottoms of your feet and the tips of your fingers before spreading throughout your whole body. A haze clouded your mind as you flitted between sleep and consciousness. Once the heat enveloped your whole body, you began squirming: suddenly feeling like you were sitting in a hot tub for too long and couldn’t cool off. Your eyes fluttered open as you pushed away from Simon’s warm body. 

Simon and Johnny leaned forward, looking at you with concern. “What’s wrong lovie?” Your vision was hazy as you looked back at Simon, panting heavily, “Too hot, can’t cool off.” 

Johnny and Simon exchanged looks before Johnny reached out for you. “C’mere luv, let me feel your face.” You leaned into Johnny’s warm hands that felt cool compared to the fire that filled you. His hands felt your forehead and cheeks before glancing at Simon with concern. 

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It didn’t take long for Simon and Johnny to dry you off and cloth you in some comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie. They quickly informed John and Kyle what was happening, leaving them to clean themselves up before they’d join you in the medical centre. You were cradled in Johnny’s arms in the backseat of Simon’s truck as he drove back to base. 

Dr. Mari met you all in the lobby, she had been waiting after receiving a frantic call from Price. You were quickly placed in a room, your face was red from the fever taking over your body and your eyes were teary. Several medical professionals began filling the room, hooking you up to several machines and taking your vitals. Dr. Mari checked you over as Soap and Ghost stood back with matching concerned expressions. 

After several minutes Price and Gaz showed up, quickly rushing into the room. You were seemingly passed out from exhaustion and Dr. Mari had just finished checking you over. She met Price’s frantic expression with a stern look and gestured for them all to leave the room. She followed them out into the hallway before quickly leading them into her nearby office.

Leaning against the front of her desk, she gestured for the men to follow her into the office. As soon as the door clicked behind Johnny, she spoke, “The good news is that he is alright. You brought him here at a good time and I know exactly how to help him.” 

“What’s the bad news?” Price spoke carefully, voicing their shared concern aloud. 

She took a breath before glancing around at your team, looking them all directly in the eyes. “I know that you have all had your differences in the past, but I’ve seen how your relationship has grown.” She carefully studied each of their reactions, they all had expressions that showed lingering guilt and determination. “In order for us to progress to this next step, you need to be absolutely sure of your decision, because there is no going back. You cannot second-guess, or doubt, or have lingering attachments to anyone else.” Your team steeled themselves, nodding, waiting for what she was going to say…

A bond. That’s what she said. You were forming a bond with them. Something happened to your guiding abilities during your time with Graves and most of them were suppressed in order to preserve your life and abilities. Additionally, right before you were taken, you were beginning to grow an attachment to the 141, an attachment that was deeper than with any of their previous guides. These two instances caused a unique reaction that only occurs when guide abilities are repressed and then a bond begins forming immediately after. You had an excess buildup of energy that actively worked to target the negative energy buildup in espers. This energy had nowhere to go and was now overwhelming your body, thus causing the fever.

“He needs treatment, and fast. We can supply it for him if needed, but the best treatment would be for him to fully release the excess energy by guiding you.” She paused, taking in their stunned expressions. “However, if you do let him guide you, you will be fully bonded with him for the rest of your lives and you won’t ever be able to receive guiding from anyone else. Are you prepared to make that commitment?” 

Price glanced around at his team, at first they were all overwhelmed with concern for you, but after hearing what the problem was, they all looked just as determined as he felt. Without wasting another second he turned back to Dr. Mari, a steady expression. “We will do it. Whatever it takes for us to be together.” 

She paused, giving them all a second to show even a bit of resignation, but they remained steady. Dr. Mari smiled widely at them, her eyes sparkling, “Well, let’s get started then.”

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What do y’all want updated first?

love, bites pt. 2

guide me pt. 5

Voting ended onNov 19, 2025

Fear not, they will both be updated, but as I’m nearing the end of writing both parts, I’d like to know everyone’s preference <3

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Hey all, thank you so much for your patience. Unfortunately, this next update will be severely delayed. I have both parts almost completed, butI won’t be able to finish them for a while. I’m honestly starting to think this fanfiction author curse thing may be real… that or it’s just fall/winter and I choose bad roommates… I not only just went through a breakup, but I’ve been sick with the flu for almost a week now. I had the highest fever I’ve had since I was a child (39.3C/102.7F) and my meds are very slowly working. I’m still in the rough of it, and I’d like to say that I’ll be able to get back to writing as soon as I’m better, but I have final exams for the next two weeks as well.

I am so grateful for everyone that’s been patiently following my writing thus far. I will for sure continue to write as soon as I am able. Thank you for all your support and I hope that you understand :’). Fear not, these stories will for sure be completed when I am home for winter break. I can’t wait to continue writing more and more for you all. All the best, M.

Mwuah <3

[sagegreenlemon]

What do y’all want updated first?

love, bites pt. 2

guide me pt. 5

Voting ended onNov 19, 2025

Fear not, they will both be updated, but as I’m nearing the end of writing both parts, I’d like to know everyone’s preference <3

[sagegreenlemon]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes! this is actually incredible wow. thank you all sm 🫶

[sagegreenlemon]

a concept I’ve been thinking about, hear me out… yk how in the second puss in boots movie the wolf is hunting puss… imagine simon riley, big bad bounty hunter wolf hybrid, hunting troublemaker male cat hybrid reader… just imagine the chase, the hunt, the potential for angst… this has been on my list for literal months, please let me know what you think and if you’d be interested in reading this <3

edit: posted!

[sagegreenlemon]

Love, bites - Part 1

Vampire TF141 x Werewolf gn! reader

Summary: Due to a new initiative aimed at improving vampire and werewolf relations, you are placed on an all-vampire task force. How will you and your new team learn to manage your bias against each other while also dealing with the long existing prejudice against monsters...

Word count: 6k

WARNINGS: Angst, enemies to lovers, mild fluff, injuries, mentions of abuse, past abuse, bullying, (let me know if I missed anything)

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Note: Happy November! I am happy to say that the first part of this story is finally complete! I have been working on this, along with many others that I am so excited to share with you. Thank you all for bearing with me while I took a break from writing to deal with life. I hope that you all enjoy this story, and as always, I love hearing your thoughts. Hope that you're well <3 (once again, no beta reader)

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~Story below the cut~

The disdain between werewolves and vampires was as old as their very existence. Both were persecuted, and as one would expect, they each tried to one up the other in order to gain favor with other species. Vampires often complained about the shedding, the dog-like behaviors, and the too-relaxed personality associated with werewolves. In contrast, werewolves often complained about vampires’ pretentious attitude, their tendency for manipulation, and just their overall inability to chill-out ever.

The feud was classic and infamous, often leading to other species being irritated just witnessing it. Immature gripes and miniature civil wars were commonplace, and yet one still never seemed to gain favor over the other. That never stopped anyone from trying though… 

Now, due to this well-known rivalry between species, often an effort was made to prevent the pairing of these two species in any way whatsoever. This overly complicated many different spaces in life, and had become quite burdensome to maintain with the further development of society. 

Eventually, everyone became sick of the constant tension and many professions that had a common overlap of the two species had begun implementing measures in order to force those at odds to work together. Essentially, werewolves and vampires were told to just get over their grievances. 

That brings us to you. A runt werewolf, rejected by other pre-existing packs in the military. Now here you were, being forced to join a pack of vampires against your will. Not even just one or two vampires, which you were sure that you could manage… No, you were forced to join a pack of four vampires. You were fully expected to not only work together with them on missions, you were also expected to live with them and trust them with your life.

You were far from happy that you’d have to get along with these vampires, but perhaps things wouldn’t be too bad if they kept to themselves. Maybe things could even be courteous between you all?

Your first meeting with your team went quite poorly, even considering the already present prejudice between you all…

You had been hastily moved into your new living space, away from the base. Cramming monsters together into shared barracks had long since proved to be impossible, and thus many had their own living quarters off-base that were uniquely suited to their particular traits. Humanoid monsters were often given older, somewhat rundown, homes as their living quarters. While the quality wasn’t the best, this was done intentionally due to the risk of damage happening to the properties, while also allowing space for everyone to be themselves. 

Your new home was on the edge of the forest and town, not too far from base, but enough space to have an actual break from work. The house itself was rather small for five people, however the vast wooded area behind it made your tail wag in excitement. There was a small front garden which looked as if it was rarely taken care of, yet it still had pretty looking plants dotted around the edges of the walkway. The stairs up to the porch creaked underfoot and your new set of keys jingled in your grasp. The front door was obviously weather worn, the paint was peeling and the metal details were rusted, but at least the handle was sturdy beneath your grip. The heavy door swung open and you hesitantly peaked inside. Honestly, it felt a bit invasive for you to be moving in while the rest of your new team was out of the house… You were told that your new captain would be informed about you as soon as they all returned to base after their mission. Regardless, you weren’t given a choice on the matter and had to move in while they were gone, or you’d be without a home until they got back.

Pushing forward, you slowly crept inside the dark house, the creaky floors echoed loudly in your ears. A pile of shoes near the door drew your attention, so you opted to kick off your boots before continuing inside. 

You quickly found a sitting room, kitchen, dining area, and downstairs bathroom. After making your way up the stairs, you discovered two more bathrooms upstairs, and three additional bedrooms. You quickly located the one that was void of any personal belongings, which you were previously told would be yours, and dropped your bag inside. 

Despite having never met them, you could already assume what kind of relationship your new team had with one another. It was vaguely implied beforehand, but after seeing the house and the rooms, you definitely now knew that they were much more closely bonded than solely by a professional bond. You honestly hoped that they would just ignore you like the werewolf packs did. 

After unpacking your few items, and carefully placing your lamb stuffie in your bed, you made your way back downstairs in order to snoop through the cupboards. 

Their vampire characteristics were made obvious in their sparse pantries. Old deliveries of canned food from base had been stored away in the back of the pantry at least. The fridge was void of anything, you figured anything they had would have gone bad while they were away. The freezer however was absolutely full of packs just waiting to be thawed and consumed. 

You grimaced at the sight and continued exploring. The home was supplied with the bare minimum items expected, however the items that obviously weren’t used had grown a layer of dust. The sitting room was clearly a popular area of the house due to the worn sofa and stack of games stored under the telly. Even the remote with the worn buttons was free from dust or dirt. 

With a plan to visit the closest market in your head, you continued rummaging through drawers and closets until your curiosity was finally satisfied enough to settle in. 

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About three days had passed since you moved in and you had been spending your time fixing up the front garden and running through the forest. Having such good access to the outdoors was not as common nowadays, and you were taking full advantage of being able to run freely without any judgement. 

It was during one of your outings while in your wolf form that the rest of your team had arrived home without your knowledge. Completely unaware, you had come in through the back of the house in just an oversized shirt that you had tugged on after transforming back to your humanoid form, when you were suddenly slammed against the wall. Two hands firmly gripped your throat and through watery eyes you made eye contact with an absolutely furious gaze glaring at you from under a skull mask. The sudden appearance of such a large aggressive figure had you absolutely bristling as your tail tucked behind you. You were being lifted off the ground by the iron grip around your neck and you began ripping at the hands with your claws. 

Suddenly, a figure appeared to your right and the looming presence was shoved off of you. Cradling your throat gently, you were gulping in breaths of air as fast as you could. As soon as you caught your breath, you turned towards the two figures cornering you in the hallway and bristled at their scent. Vampires. They must be your new teammates who had returned, or random vampires who felt comfortable enough to wear the pair of old slippers you had seen left by the door. 

As you were catching your breath, a vampire with mutton chops and disheveled hat-hair approached you with a stern look on his face. He looked down his nose at you as he introduced himself and the others. Captain Price, Sergeant Garrick, Sergeant MacTavish, and Lieutenant Riley were introduced as your new roommates and teammates. 

Their discomfort was hard to ignore. If they were werewolves too you could imagine them bristling at the sight of you, hackles raised and teeth bared. Instead, as vampires, they just had wide grimaces with their fangs on full display. Honestly, it still seemed similar to the way dogs pull their lips back over their teeth to express discontent. 

After stiffly introducing yourself, the others slowly backed away from you, finally giving you some space where you crouched on the floor. Standing slowly, you rubbed your neck to relieve the lingering pressure. 

Your initial meeting was quite tense, and unfortunately things didn’t improve much afterwards. Your new team was quite happy to ignore you wherever you went around the house, only making snide comments here and there about your shedding and tracking mud into the house after your runs.

For the most part, you ignored it, but there was only so many times that you could stand to hear the same stupid comment before you began uttering back some of your own. More than a few times you almost got into physical fights with them, especially with McTavish, however the others were always around to break it up. They constantly acted as if you were the aggressor in these situations, which only served to irritate you even more. 

You tried being amicable, but after a month of living with them you were growing incredibly frustrated with their attitudes towards you. Fortunately, their attitude didn’t seem to follow you back to base. It was important to at least act professional during work hours, and your team was relatively good at making it seem like you fit into their group. You already knew that it was due to a warning from Laswell to try and get along. Despite their obvious distaste for you, their reluctance around humans was glaringly obvious when on base. They knew better than to fight with other monsters, however humans seemed to make them very uncomfortable… not that you were any better.

Before monsters were fully accepted into human society, they were often terrorized and hunted by humans and their weapons. Monsters were strong and powerful, but there’s only so much that can be done against instruments specifically designed for harming monsters. The integration of monsters and humans was also quite a lengthy process that required significant trial and error over the course of decades. By now, almost every species was well adjusted to living and working together. Unfortunately, there were still some lingering feelings of hate.

Often in smaller towns, rural areas, or areas that more recently integrated monsters, there were many humans who were still afraid of the new and unknown. These humans often got away with horrific abuse and bullying. In mild cases, the monsters were regularly harassed by the humans, in extreme cases, they were chased out of their homes or worse. You knew very well what damage could be done at the hands of humans. 

Despite everyone in the military being well versed in working together, some still intentionally practised exclusionary and prejudiced behaviors. While your old teams never accepted you into their pack, they still acknowledged you as a werewolf, even an equal at times. However, a certain group of humans on base did not. They made it their personal project to make you understand exactly where you stood in your eyes. Not only were you a monster to them, you were lower than that. Rejected by your own kind, you were basically a dog to them, and they needed you to know that. 

Being able to live off base offered you some reprieve from their maltreatment and bullying. Even the snide remarks in your new home were nothing compared to what these humans put you through. They reminded you so much of the brutality you faced in your childhood and you honestly couldn’t believe that grown adults were acting like this in a professional setting. You dreaded seeing them every day, doing everything that you could to avoid encountering them. You thought that you were being quite subtle with it, your team never seemed to notice anyways, but they definitely noticed what you were up to. 

The shadow company. They were the only group made up entirely of humans. They were stationed at your base as part of an exchange program. The U.S. military had many all-human groups and they were hoping that an exchange would strengthen and diversify their teams. This specific team however, was definitely not on board. They noticed as soon as you started avoiding them and their taunting. They took it upon themselves to corner you as soon as you got to base, ahead of warmups and drills. 

A large hand gripped you by the back of your neck, forcing your head down. A growl rumbled in your throat, but you were quickly smacked upside the head, yelping in response. The man gripping you was huge, even by werewolf standards. He was one of the brainless members of the shadow company and took great joy in pushing you around. They often played off their treatment of you as just messing around, and this was no exception. As you were being dragged away, you caught sight of Johnny peering at you from around the corner, his eyes were wide with shock. You immediately looked away, embarrassed to have let him see you get manhandled like that. As the man dragged you further down the hallway, your tail tucked between your legs and your hackles raised. You licked at your lips as you got closer to the horrid laughing that you easily recognized. You began trembling as soon as you were right outside the door of the familiar storage room. The man quickly yanked open the door and shoved you inside. The laughing halted as you stumbled inside, barely stopping yourself from falling. You glanced up at the team in front of you, all of them were casually lounging around the room, their eyes immediately zeroing in on you. 

“Ah, you found our lost puppy! I was wondering where they ran off to.” A sickening smile spread across Graves’ face. He sauntered over to you, leaning down close to your face. “Did you think we wouldn’t notice you avoiding us? Do you take us for fools?” You avoided his eyes as you glanced down at the floor, still licking at your lips subconsciously. 

Upset at your lack of response, Graves’ eyes narrowed, his smile never leaving his face. “It seems that you’ve forgotten your manners. Perhaps we should give you another lesson. One that you won’t forget.” 

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You showed up late to warmups. Your face was splotchy and red, bruises forming high on your cheekbones and underneath your jaw. Your hair was wild and your eyes were red as well. Although you walked normally, your back hunched slightly as if your stomach hurt, and your arms cradled your midsection. 

You slowly jogged over to where the rest of your team was already lined up, preparing for drills and different exercises. Price grumbled at you for being late, while Simon just rolled his eyes. Through the various drills and exercises, your team shouldered past you, irritatedly reminded you to keep up, and glared at you when they got chastised when you fell behind. By the end, you were utterly exhausted. You were sore and aching before you even began the drills, and now you were practically dead on your feet. After your encounter with the Shadow Company, you completely drowned out your surroundings. Your team was evidently tense, but you couldn’t even be bothered with acknowledging their dissatisfaction. 

All you wanted to do now was shower and head home. The aching in your ribs grew the more you ran and sparred. For some reason, your sparring partners were more rough today than normal. They might’ve been upset about something, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at them today. 

You heaved as you made your way to the showers, adamantly not following the others who were heading to the food hall. You dropped your bag in the locker room and began stripping off your shirt, hissing as you lifted your arms too much, which aggravated your injured ribs. You were so preoccupied with struggling with your shirt that you failed to hear the sounds of someone coming in behind you. You were broken out of your struggle when you heard a loud gasp from behind, immediately going still. 

Your ears twitched as you slowly turned towards the sound, your arm and head still stuck in the tight shirt. Shock took over your features as you were met with the sight of your entire team coming through the door. Soap was the first to enter, his eyes were locked onto your torso that was blossoming with bruises and red blotches. Fingerprints were bruised into the sides of your neck and ghosts of indents were still visible on your face and jaw. The rest of your team looked just as shocked as you as they shuffled in behind Johnny. All of them were seemingly at a loss for words. Your ears pinned back against your head and your eyes shot around, you didn’t want them to see you like this. They couldn’t see you like this. They already seem to think that you drag them down, you don’t want them to have another reason to mock you.

Not being able to physically struggle with your shirt anymore, you yanked on your zip-up hoodie and grabbed your bag. You ignored their looks and your pain as you growled at them and quickly shouldered your way out of the locker room. You hurried home without looking back. 

As soon as you got back, you immediately shut yourself into your room, not wanting to see any of them for the rest of the night. You heard when they arrived home, they were quieter than usual. Your ears twitched as you strained to hear them downstairs and through your door, but they were being too quiet. 

After waiting about an hour sitting with your back against your door, you heard them eventually retire for the night. Once the house was still and quiet, you again started pulling at your shirt. You whined as the pain in your sides flared up again. The swelling had gone down a bit, but the pain had not. Your continued efforts left you breathless and upset. Tears welled in your eyes and you bit your lip in frustration. Just as you were about to try one final time before you resorted to cutting the damn thing off, a knock at your door made you almost jump out of your skin. You were so focused on your shirt that you hadn’t heard anyone approaching your door. 

You cracked your door open and peered through the small gap. Your eyes locked onto Riley’s hulking frame. Your eyes narrowed and you bristled, asking him what he wanted. He narrowed his eyes and huffed at your agitated form. “Yer whining is quite loud… D’ya need any help?”

You blinked at him once, then twice. Giving up, you let out a huff before opening your door for him. He lumbered into your room, not even glancing around before he began reaching for you. You flinched at his approaching hands and kept your eyes closed as he carefully lifted your arm across your chest. He gently pulled your shirt over your head and then the rest of the way over your arm. As soon as your shirt was off, you finally let out a breath of relief. 

As soon as you opened your eyes, you were met with the intense stare that Simon always seemed to have. Whenever you entered a room, his eyes never left you. Even now, his eyes raked over your body, stopping at every bruise on your torso. You squirmed uncomfortably under his analyzing gaze and began to turn away from him. His had shot out and gripped your shoulder tightly causing you to jump. “Who did this to you?” 

You looked away from him, embarrassed. How were you supposed to tell him that you let humans overpower you. Truly, you could probably take all of them on quite easily, but you couldn’t risk accidentally killing them. If that happened, there would be more than just a dishonorable discharge waiting for you. 

You waved your hand around,“No one. I’m just clumsy. You know how excitable dogs are…”

“But you’re not a dog.” You paused, looking back to his face. His eyes were gentle as he spoke to you. “If someone is doing this to you, then you need to tell us. As your team, we need to make sure that you’re okay.” 

You scoffed, “Oh so now you care about what happens to me. I thought I was just a dumb dog to you all.” His eyes never left yours as you spoke. 

“We were wrong for treating you like that, but we never thought of you as a dog.” He looked down at his hands as he continued, “We’ve all just not had great encounters with your kind.” You blinked at him, “Same goes for me. How do you think I ended up on your team to begin with?” 

He let out a grim chuckle, “Fair enough. How ‘bout we go hav’ a chat with the others about what’s been going on?” 

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” He shook his head, looking at you expectantly. You sigh, agreeing reluctantly before following him out of your room. 

He led you downstairs to where the others were waiting for you in the sitting room. Having all of their eyes on you made you squirm in your seat, but you decide to just get this over with. 

You start by telling them how everything began; you were originally going to be placed with the shadow company as part of the exchange program, however their Lietenant General vetoed your placement. Despite not being placed on their team, you were placed on their radar and they became increasingly curious about you. Not long went by before they took it upon themselves to meet you. 

Your first meeting with them was right after you had been officially removed from your last team, and the fresh wound had you feeling quite bitter. They found you sulking around and decided to poke fun at you. You had reacted quite defensively, but they persisted. Following you around, taunting you, teasing you, until finally they pushed you too far. After one of the men got too rough with you, you bit him. It wasn’t a strong bite by any means, just a warning bite, but they didn’t take it well. 

From then on they made it their personal mission to ‘train’ you. They cornered you before drills, or dragged you away before you could shower, and beat you. They wanted you to know that your place was beneath them. 

You glanced up at your team, worried that they’d start mocking you. You were shocked to find them in varying states of distress. Kyle and Johnny both looked particularly emotional, shame crossed Johnny’s face as he avoided making eye contact with you. John’s face was stern, only his clenched jaw indicating his rage. Simon was unreadable as always, however the intensity of his stare was undeniable. You paused for a moment, choosing to look over everyone before you continued. 

Price was the first to speak, “Luv is there anything else? We need to know as much as we can to form a case against them.” 

You hesitated, looking down at your hands. “There is one more thing, but… Its… Its fine, honestly. Its not the first time anyways.” You wrung your hands together, unsure of if you should tell them or not. 

Price persisted, “Please tell us, we need to know everything.” You neervously avoided their eyes, turning away slightly. “Its humiliating to admit…” Gaz spoke up, “We won’t make fun of you. We just need to make sure that they are punished for everything that they did.”

You grabbed the end of your tail, running your hands over the thick fur as you steeled yourself. 

“They muzzled me.” You spoke in the smallest voice possible, they almost missed it. Tears leaked from your eyes at the memory and you sniffled, your ears drooping flat against your head. 

A cold hand reached for yours. You didn’t even realize that you were holding your tail too tightly until Soap’s hands pulled yours away from it. He smoothed his too cold hands over your too hot ones, his thumbs gently caressed your knuckles. You whimpered quietly, emotional exhaustion hitting you at the same time as the physical exhaustion. 

He pulled you into his lap, carding his hand through your hair and rubbing your ears gently. John spoke quietly from beside you, “Don’t worry luv, we will make sure they never lay a hand on you again.” Your eyes began drooping shut, finally feeling a little bit at peace in your new home. Things still needed to be discussed, but that could be left for another day. You nuzzled your face into Johnny’s cold neck, nosing against his skin as you dozed off into a deep sleep. 

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When you woke, you were in your own bed with your lamb snug in your grip. Your eyes were heavy with sleep and the sun was peeking through your curtains. You yawned and stretched as you hazily recounted the events of the previous night. Mild shame flooded your stomach, but honestly your hunger overpowered the negative feelings for the moment. As you sat up, you realized that your injuries from the day before had been treated. Various creams and lotions had been applied to your bruises and welts. Despite the lingering soreness, you were feeling significantly better already.

You pulled on an oversized shirt, opting to ignore putting on any bottoms for the time being, and made your way downstairs. When you entered the kitchen, you were met witht he sight of Johnny and Kyle sitting at the dining table, silently sipping their morning coffee and tea. You rubbed your eye as you glanced around. “Where’s Ghost and Price?”

Kyle turned, smiling at the sight of you, “They had to go to base early to take care of something. Meanwhile we have the day off.” Johnny smirked at you, looking you up and down as he sipped his coffee. “Someone slept well, ay?” 

You looked down, finally realizing that you didn’t have bottoms on. Your face flushed red and you pulled at the edge of your shirt. You turned quickly and scurried out of the kitchen, quickly running upstairs to slip on some sweats to continue with your day.

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You had your suspicions about what Captain Price and Lietanant Riley were taking care of that day, but you never knew for certain. All that you did know was that when you returned to base the next day, the Shadow Company was nowhere to be seen. An investigation was held and a professional photographed and catalogued your injuries. You were grateful that the rest of your team wasn’t in the room with you as you didn’t want them seeing the scars that you had stretching across your back. Although unrelated to the incident with Graves’ team, you weren’t ready for them to know about them quite yet. Little did you know that they’d find out sooner than you expected...

You weren’t allowed to participate in drills or combat until you were fully recovered. It took about a week for the bruises and damage to your skin and face to be completely healed. Werewolves, like most monsters, healed significantly faster than humans. Although the same was the case for you, they didn’t want you to risk anything as you were technically considered a runt. Runts, while not necessarily smaller, tended to be slightly less wolf-like than others of their kind, which often resulted in rejection from packs. This also included their recovery rate and strength being less than other werewolves. 

Regardless, you eventually resumed participation in combat and drills as usual. Things between you and your team significantly improved after the incident. They seemed to relate to your experience one way or another, and finally seemed to accept you into their group. They were much friendlier and more open, often inviting you to spar with them or to join them for meals in the dining hall. 

Even at the house, they invited you to movie nights and to play games. Occasionally, their true age would come through when it came to understanding video games and newer forms of media. Technology had significantly advanced throughout their long lifetimes and they had somewhat of a hard time catching up. Board games and puzzles were their preferred activities as they were more tactile and easy to understand. Card games were especially popular on drinking nights. 

Despite their challenges with technology, Kyle and Johnny got really into video games once you showed them how to actually use a gaming console. They were especially interested in first-person shooter games and peaceful farming games, a duality of sorts. 

You began growing really fond of your team, now you would even go as far as calling them your friends. Unfortunately, that’s as far as things seemed to go with them. You started noticing their affections towards one another the more time you spent with them, and the more comfortable they felt with you. Their lingering touches, teasing grabs, quick kisses, you noticed it all. Over the span of several months, your feelings towards them grew and grew until you could barely hide them. 

Any sign of attention from them had your ears perking up and your tail wagging softly. Praise was met with a blush across your face and you followed them practically everywhere they went. If any of your teammates noticed, they never said anything. Shame crossed your mind once or twice during the months. Self-doubt prevented you from ever making any moves with them. That, as well as the very real risk of losing your pack after finally finding one that accepted you. You couldn’t stomach the thought of ruining things between you all, so you settled on longing glances and readily accepting their affections. You never crossed the line.

Sometimes, they would make it quite difficult for you without realizing. As a werewolf, your ears were quite sensitive, and sometimes late at night you could pick up on the soft noises from the other rooms upstairs. Soft pants and groans, the sound of skin on skin, the wet noises of mouths moving and… other things. Even when you were asleep you would sometimes pick up on it. Your nose was incredibly sensitive too after all. Occasionally, you’d wake up with a mess in your underwear and a certain smell in the air and you knew exactly what caused it. 

Your dreams ran wild, making it even harder for you to keep your feelings to yourself. You no longer allowed yourself to fall asleep on the sofa downstairs after you did once and had a particularly naughty dream about a certain captain. You had woken up to see Kyle staring at you with intense eyes and you prayed that you didn’t talk or maon in your sleep. 

Overall, their affections towards you had grown as well, which also made things difficult for you. They rubbed your ears, helped you groom your tail when the seasons changed, and embraced your quirks like you did with them. They let you rub all over them, scenting them when you needed extra comfort. They even let you borrow items of their that smelled particularly strong, regardless of how strange the items seemed. 

As soon as things, seemed to settle down again, you all were assigned a new mission. This mission would be one of the longest you’ve done yet. This mission would take place in a hard to reach area that was covered with a thick layer of snow. Your team was well suited for this particular mission as none of you were particularly bothered by the cold. They all ran cold anyways, and you ran hot enough that you could probably be marketed as a personal radiator. 

As soon as you all had a chance to prepare the house and yourselves for the mission, you set off. The mission focused on a highly covert retrieval of certain information from a very well hidden source. Trekking through the thick snow was somewhat difficult, but you managed to get there within a matter of days. The transfer of information went smoothly, and you all left back towards your retrieval point.

The trip back, however, was much more brutal. Everything went wrong on the way back. You were all caught in a blizzard at about the halfway point, and just had to keep going until you reached somewhere that you could wait it out. On top of that, you had a bad encounter with one of the residents of the mountain. An interrupted hibernation had resulted in a very angry snow monster who took out their frustration on the nearest living thing, which just so happened to be your team.  

Despite them all having the ability to out-run it, they couldn’t leave you behind. They opted for splitting up: two of them luring it away, while the rest of you escaped. While the plan was successful, it had resulted in an injured Simon and Johnny. 

You finally found the abandoned safe house and ushered everyone inside as quickly as you could. There was no running water or electricity, but there was a wood burning stove and lots of dry fire wood. You took it upon yourself to start a fire in order to start boiling snow. You used the water to clean up Simon and Johnny and everyone began to settle down for the night. Everyone had eaten their rations for the night, and you all even played a card game or two before deciding to rest.

Wrapped up in your sleeping bag, you laid out right in front of the heat emitting from the fire and tried to relax. Although you had stripped off your heavy layers that kept you warm, your hair and fur couldn’t fully dry due to your thermals still being wet. You tossed and turned and inched closer to the fire, but you still couldn’t get warm. The many long days of being out in the cold were finally catching up to you.

You were shivering and your teeth chattered. You could very easily survive cold weather, blizzards were much harder. Just as you were about to move another inch closer to the fire, a hand reached out and stopped you. You groggily turned and faced the offending hand. John was leaning over you, carefully inspecting your face. “Are you cold?” You huffed indignantly, “Evidently.” “Might help if you take off those wet clothes.”

You smirked at him and then the words slipped out, “At least take me out to dinner first before you try and get me naked.” He froze and you froze, regret immediately settling in your stomach. Maybe you weren’t hiding your feelings as well as you thought. You back peddled immediately, waving your hands around as your face flushed bright red. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Please forget you heard that.” Price was silently watching you as you continued to panic about your slip-up. 

You turned when you noticed movement and the others were watching you as well. You suddenly became even more embarrassed and slid back until you were sitting directly next to the fire again, your thermals suddenly feeling even colder after leaving your sleeping bag. 

The silence stretched on and you let out a humorless chuckle as tears welled in your eyes. Your shivering turned violent as nerves filled you faster than the cold. Gaz cleared his throat and you nervously looked up at him. A light blush seemed to dust his cheeks and he appeared quite determined. “When we get back, let’s do it.” 

You tilted your head at him, confused. “Do what?” “Do you...” 

[sagegreenlemon]

After getting sick, moving, and getting absolutely slammed in uni, I finally have time to work on writing fics. Thank you all for your patience! After everything, I kinda feel like working on more than just one at a time and posting more than just one this next week… but we will see what I’m realistically able to get done. Anyways! Just wanted you all to know that I am alive and well and finally getting back to writing 🫶 Stay tuned for another post soon! Would yall prefer a one shot or a multi-part story? Lemme know!

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