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#Mutt Werewolf
asher-wargrave · 2 months
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stitchy-face · 4 months
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[oc] Low Hum
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frozenquills · 4 days
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my poor wolf legs @samparty
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Mutt
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Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141
Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)
warnings: vague description of violence and injuries. 
word count: 800
thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3
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     “What are you?” 
     It was a valid question given the circumstances. 
     Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again. 
     “Does it matter?” 
     It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible. 
     Fuck. 
     He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.
     Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement. 
     “Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.” 
     “I am.” 
     You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order. 
     He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain. 
     “Big scary bastards, the both of you.” 
     But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked. 
     “Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.” 
     Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.
     “You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.” 
     “Feels better this way.” 
     He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.
     Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light. 
     “Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”
     Claws. You had claws. 
     Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade. 
     He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.
     “You know me, Johnny.” 
     But he didn’t. Not really. 
     When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined. 
     In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.  
     He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head.  Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on. 
     “You never answered my question.”
     He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him. 
     “I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.” 
     It would have to be. 
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sillylilfemboy6969 · 1 month
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ordered a knotted dildo and mmmgh I cant wait to feel myself stretched out on it @//////@
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mattsdae · 8 months
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corporate needs you to find the difference between these images
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lunarifie · 9 months
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An au for The Hollow? In 2023? More likely than you think.
Quick overview since I might draw the others:
Werewolf team — Adam, Mira, and Skeet
Vampire team — Vanessa, Reeve, and Kai
This could just be considered a fantasy AU, but I love relating AUs to The Hollow game, so my interpretation is that they decide to play The Hollow again and the theme is Vampires vs Werewolves.
The game is divided into two huge community teams instead of two 3 person teams. The friend group splits up because Kai, Vanessa and Reeve are like “fuck you vampires are cooler.” And then Adam, Mira, and Skeet are like “uhhh I think you mean werewolves?” And then memory-lost shenanigans in-game ensue.
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were-candy-gutz · 19 days
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FELLOW FRIEND FRIDAYYYYY
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Me and @butdudethatsmysandwich
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monstrousgrowl · 2 months
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Now I'm ready to close my eyes
Yes now I'm ready to close my mind
Now I'm ready to feel your hands
Lose my heart on the burning sand
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
C'mon, I wanna be your dog you know it
-I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts-
He/they only
transphobes will be blocked
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calamitys-child · 7 months
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Hornyposting in tags skip if u dont wanna see
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stitchy-face · 7 months
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More of Jinx 🐺👻
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wiltedmutt · 20 days
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I'm in the process of writing a series of short stories (that I might turn into a novel I'm not sure yet) of one of my werewolf past lives, would anyone here be interested in reading them?? I'll post them if there's people wanting to read them!!
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pettyprocrastination · 11 months
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johnny in canonically afraid of dogs, so maybe something from when he met Mutt for the first time?
(ah the irony of a man with a phobia of dogs befriending a werewolf)
Truth be told- Johnny didn’t realize there was anything wrong with Mutt in the beginning. 
None of them did, of course. She had kept her abilities and conditions under a tight cover that had been ripped off when they were both caught in a fucking ambush that left her with no choice. 
But even before that, the lass was…unsettling. 
She didn’t talk much. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Soap had gotten more than used to filling the pauses of a conversation from his years serving under strong silent types who eventually welcomed him in as a friend as well as a sergeant. He gathered that she just needed time to find her spot within the team. 
She slowly warms up. He credits it to his determined needling of their latest recruit  because Johnny Mactavish is nothing if not a stubborn bastard. She’ll join them for drinks after a job well done, sit at his side during the mess hall and listen to whatever embellished story he’s spinning that morning and maybe if he’s lucky, she’ll even laugh. 
When she does, he tries to stamp down the unease he feels at how sharp her teeth look.
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How would Mutt, Pup, Hound and Werewolf be about receiving flowers?
Hmmm
Mutt: They would love the flowers! They would most likely try to make flower crowns out of them though, tbh. They would give you one and keep one for themselves :3
Pup: He has no idea what to do with them -w-' but he likes them anyway! He puts them in a cup of water and puts it on the table "Tada!" praise him.
Hound: They look down at the flowers, then looks at you, and gets what could just be called a little smile. "Thank you" they don't really like flowers way too much, but they think that it's sweet you thought about them.
Werewolf: He loves them! They smell really nice, and he likes things when they smell good. He has a strong sense of smell, you know? He goes to spread the flowers throughout his room so the scent would be everywhere there then nuzzles up against you in a way of saying thank you.
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mattsdae · 7 months
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i love werewolf and puppyboy!matt just because of how stupid and goofy i imagine him being. like the idea of him only being able to take meds if it’s hidden in a treat. him melting over some chin scratches and head pats. him having the zoomies and getting super hyperactive for no reason. him kinda rolling around before getting comfortable like how a dog circles it’s bed before laying down. him getting too excited/happy and nipping on accident. i could go on for so long.
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doomfox · 1 year
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David: “Jack, quit annoying me. I wanna sleep.”
Jack: “Of course you do, David. That’s all you wanna do, is sleep. Or eat. Or shit.”
David: “All my favourite hobbies!”
Jack: “Lazy, spoiled mutt.”
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