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Updated Masterlist
Sorry for the sudden change to the masterlist but I thought this would make everything a lot more organized. Also I won't reach a link limit as quickly. Love y'all, thank you for reading!
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"You don't have a family. You don't even have a dog."
"I have a little." Grace felt his blood roaring in his ears, his hands in tight fists on his knees. "You can't separate us. They have nowhere to go."
"We're aware of that. We've made arrangements." Strat clears her throat to get his attention. "Since they haven't been adopted by you yet, we had to pull some serious strings." His heart drops, stomach churning painfully as he realized what she was saying.
"You can't send them with me! I'm not an astronaut. They've never been in space! You can't do this to them!" He explodes, backing away when the men in suits start to approach.
"Please sit down, and we'll do this differently." Strat pleads as she watches Grace scramble on the counter and out of the room. Her shoulders shook slightly as she watched taking out her phone. "Yeah, he's running." She sighs into the line before she hangs up the phone. She finds your room next, already unconscious and getting prepared for ship transfer. She felt awful that they had lied to you, too. A simple check-up was a good guise to getting you in the room, but that hadn't made this easy.
"Take care of each other." She whispers as she presses a kiss to your head. "You two will save us. I know you will."
Johnny saw them when scrolling through tiktok during his downtime. He wasn't on it often or for very long since Kyle insisted it rotted his brain. That's when he scrolled across a small jewelry company that made pride flag rings.
He stares longingly at the bands, thumbs swiping through their collection eagerly. He hadn't realized that there were so many. There was even one for Simon. "Kyle, my pretty boy, what about these?" Johnny rolls onto his belly, pinning Kyle underneath him.
Kyle grunts in mild irritation, but he looks at the phone screen shown to him. "Rings? Not very tactical, MacTavish." Kyle teases as he presses a kiss to Johnny's bicep.
"Could put em on chains. Carve our initials in the band. Leave em safe at base when we go on deployment so no one finds em." Johnny explains, lazily rutting his hips against Kyle's. He wasn't even needy. He just needed to move around.
"Thought of everything, huh?" Kyle softly sinks his teeth into Johnny's muscle, chewing and suckling as he thinks it over in his head. "You really want em, love?"
"Mm, want a reminder of you every day." Johnny assures quietly as he orders the rings.
"Whose the third ring for?"
Simon stares at the ring and simple silver chain sitting in the box. The colors faded from orange to blue, which he strokes his thumb across before he tucks it into his shirt. He stares at the note alongside it.
Kyle's neat handwriting paired with Johnny's sappy wording. "Love you, L.T. In this life and the next."
You really enjoyed playing for your local rugby team. It wasn't high stakes, except the times bets were made, and it was a great way to let off steam. Mostly for your teammates, not for you.
"Johnny we missed the - Fuck!!" Johnny hoists you into the air by your shorts, digging the elastic deep between your cheeks.
"That's why we practice, Bonnie!" He bounces you on the way down, trapping you in a headlock once your feet hit the ground. "We need to be ready for the next game, yeah? Don't want to be unprepared." You whine when he tightens his grip, roughly dragging his knuckles across your scalp.
"Tavish! Let them go. Let's run it again." John barks across the field, smirking when you pick at your wedgie. It would be useless to keep trying, but you never seemed to learn.
You looked better with a wedgie anyway, Simon swore it even made you run faster. Practice barely lasts five more minutes before your shorts are yanked up your ass again; face pressed into the dirt. "You fumbled a perfect fucking throw... Practice isn't for fucking around." Simon scolds, squeezing his thighs around your head.
"Simon, if you want them punished, that's fine, but we need to practice your pass." Kyle calls over the sound of your begging and whining. "Just hang it up on the fence. We'll get it after." He encourages, tapping his dirty cleat against your exposed ass.
That's how you spent the rest of practice. Shorts and panties hung over the fence with a perfect view of the game. Your feet just barely brush the grass, shivering when you think of everything Simon's going to put you through in the locker room.
price holding Reader like a fish* when they get too mouthy or, perchance, bitey
(*when i say like a fish i mean thumb in the mouth on the jaw bone, rest of the hand clamping from under the chin)
I giggled when I saw this in my box. Yes please, grab me like fish.
John chose you because you were just so sweet. A shy little mouse, scurry around from office to office, building to building. You took blame for things out of your control, bowed your head when someone scolded you with a trembling bottom lip, and tears clinging to your lashes. Poor, sweet thing, stuck around brutes who couldn't handle you right.
"Didn't I tell you to report to me first thing this morning?" John looms over you the moment you enter his office, caging you between his body and the door.
"Yes, sir, but General Shephard -"
"Assigned you to me. If he gives you a problem, I'll handle it." He assures as he takes a step back. Your nose twitches nervously as you fiddle with your files.
"Sir, all due respect, the transfer is not complete yet, and -" You barely have time to register Price's movement before his thumb is pressed under your tongue. He dug his fingers into your jaw, pulling you up to look him in the eye.
"Want to respect me? Be good and listen. That's all I ask, okay?" He coos as he gently shakes your head. He watches the saliva pooling around his thumb, your tongue wriggling slightly against the intrusion. "Answer me."
You try to, slurring the words around his thumb and yelping when he traps your tongue. "Mm, that's okay, love. I know you'll behave."
Regressed reader part 1 part 2
You were exhausted. Back to back deployments, long ones that kept you away from base for weeks. Paperwork stacked up endlessly no matter how hard you tried to defeat it, and to make matters worse, you had run out of your favorite snacks.
Everything piled up so quickly it wasn't a surprise you were careening towards a breakdown. Simon didn't want to overstep. You weren't under the effects of the gas. You were grown again. You didn't need babying.
But you did need to get some food and some sleep, or you'd be useless to them. "Hey, rook, get up." Simon orders as he enters your office. He didn't call you kid, not since the incident. Instead, you graduated to rookie.
"I have two more files to take care of, I'm fine." You mumble as you shuffle through a set of papers. "Could use some coffee."
"You're going to sleep." He places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze. "Come on. Up."
"I'm not gonna!" You slap your palms down on the desk angrily, glaring up at Simon furiously. "Go away and leave me alone!" Simon stares down at you, but he doesn't glare. He just holds your gaze steady, gently kneading your shoulder.
You feel tears building in your eyes, a whine catching in your throat as you fight the weird fuzzy feeling brewing in the back of your mind. "It's time for bed, love. Does Papa need to carry you?" It was a bold choice to call himself that after all this time. You'd shown no signs of regression for the last six months until now. Your bottom lip juts out, eyes wide and nervous as they searched his masked face.
"Papa, carry." You slowly reach out one shaking hand, chest hitching as the floodgates open. "Papa!!!" You wail as he scoops you up, settling you onto his chest.
"Hey, shhh, little leech. Papa has you, don't cry..." He whispers as he sways you. "Poor thing... My poor baby." His chest feels warm as he holds you, bundling you against his chest like you were truly a wee babe. He was so selfish. Such an awful man for taking advantage of you like this. For wanting you to be so vulnerable that you need him.
But when you tangle your fingers in his shirt, mouthing at his collar with a hungry grunt, he couldn't feel bad. You were his hungry, sleepy, baby, and he was your Papa. For tonight, life could be simple again.
Human reader on an alien 141 crew ship. You're an engineer, mostly for the ship, but you've learned a fair amount of weapons repair as well. The team enjoys having you around, mostly to study you, to learn more about human behavior.
"I'm a pretty bad reference." You joke one day during meal time, picking at your tray. "I'm autistic. That's already going to throw off your studies."
"Yes, but you're still human." Kyle insists, studying you with his eyes. You weren't sure where his eyes were, but you could feel them on you. "Humans are predators. My species are prey, and so is Simon." Simon lets out a sharp grunt, his form resembling what a snake looked like on your planet.
Only much larger.
"We are not prey. Ambush predator." Simon insists as he coils around your shoulders. He liked soaking up your body heat like a snake, too.
"Humans are endurance hunters. We're pretty far removed from using our instincts because of modern evolution, industrial revolution, all that. But they are still there." You explain as you finish your food, pushing your tray away.
"How can you be an endurance predator? You don't run." Johnny teases his fungal flower spiral opening and closing slightly. You'd learned quickly that his fungal growths worked almost independently of him, expressing his emotions for him.
"Want to see?"
Simon was fucking exhausted. The ship had two places for you that mimicked a human atmosphere. Your room and one that looked like a small forest with a lake. You hadn't run once, but every time Simon thought he had shaken you off, you would find him again. And again and again. For hours, he had tried to evade you.
He wound his way up a tree, high enough that he was sure you couldn't climb up and find him. He needed to sleep just for a few minutes, and then he would move. He woke to a soft rustling in the leaves beside him, body stiffening as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Si. Nice nap?"
Captain MacTavish is a mean fuck. Leaned back in his desk chair while you ride him, hands wrinkling the paperwork he hadn't bothered to move. "Ya smudge any ink, I'll spank ya raw, understand?" Johnny huffs, taking another long hit from his cigarette.
You let out a shakey cry when he spanks your ass hard, arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. You'd been at this for an hour now, with no help from Johnny at all. You almost wished he would punish you with laps, or chores, or to clean the showers.
Instead, he wanted to he deep in your guts. He wanted to fuck you to tears before giving you something to really cry about. "Are you crying, solider?" Johnny scoffs, teasing his smoldering cigarette over your hip. Just enough to feel the heat. "If this is too much for you, maybe you aren't fit for my team."
The ease in his voice, like you weren't squeezing his cock in a vice grip makes a sob bubble in your chest. "Get a grip." He sighs, spanking you a second time and massaging the large handprint he left behind. "I'm not explaining why there are tear stains on my paperwork again."
You really wish you could pay attention to the movie on screen. You were the one who had begged to watch it after all. You just couldn't focus on a thing with König stretching your ass and Kyle fingering you under the blanket.
"Shh, schatz, you're so loud." König coos as he caresses the tape over your mouth. "It wasn't too much before when you begged at dinner." He chuckles as he grinds against you, bumping your clit into Kyle's palm.
"Always talks herself into things she can't handle." Kyle chuckles as he thrusts a third finger inside of you. "What's wrong, love? You wanted this."
Minors Do Not Interact
Watching the finale of Half Man and, no real spoilers ahead, but this older man kept calling a younger character “bubby” while they both get their dicks sucked casually in a sex club and WOW how the mind REELS
If I squint, I can see Price saying it or hear it being said in Simon’s voice
Imagine Price saying “just calm down and relax, bubby, breathe, you can take it. I know you can” as he runs his hands up and down your back to keep you still while you lie facedown beneath him. Laying over you and grinding down as deep as he can get inside you, soothing you and breathing right next to your ear.
Or Simon saying “you wanted this, bubby, better be able to keep up with what I need, yeah?” while he sits above you and fucks your throat like he hates you, mocking tone clear in his voice as he moves you head as he likes. Kicking your hands away whenever you try to jerk yourself off to get some of your own relief
Or even of them both calling you “bubby” while they pass you around and fuck you in the same room Gaz and Soap are actively fucking in
Imma getcha this is great
Hello Mx. Bunny (I don’t know what pronoun you’d prefer in this case),
Kemonomimi+lolita reader lives in my head rent free, and I would like to request another part to it. Thank you, have a pleasant day/night
I use he/him, and it/itself pronouns also part 1
"These look beautiful on you." Simon murmurs as he smooths your skirt down. The hem just barely touches the top of your thigh highs, making goosebumps pop up on your skin. Almost fully covered, and you felt almost scandalized being seen like this. "Why so shy, pretty boy?"
"I've never worn these in front of anyone before." You whisper as he continues to smooth your skirt, massaging your hips as he went.
"I saw your blog, love. Don't lie to me." Your face flushes hot as you look away from the mirror.
"I never showed my face in those!" You hiss at him, squeaking when he pushes you closer to the wall. You brace your hands on either side of the mirror, shuddering at Simon's firm hand on the back of your neck.
"Look at yourself, sweetheart." Simon croons in your ear, squeezing the base of your neck softly. "Come on, pretty thing." You slowly look up at yourself, being rewarded with your skirt slowly being hitched up in the back.
"Simon, please -"
"I won't dirty your skirt, love, I promise." Simon murmurs, his voice soft in a way you'd never heard before. "So long without a pretty thing to touch... You get it, sweetheart. You just look so pretty." Simon lets go of your neck, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties.
You bite your lip hard when he slips them down, feeling them pool around your ankles. "I want you to watch while I make you feel good. If you stop, I'll stop. Can you do that for me, love?" Simon's calloused thumb circles your hole, pressing just slightly to hear your breath hitch.
"Yes, sir." You acrh slightly into his touch, eyes locked on yourself as you hear a familiar lighter clicking behind you.
"Don't take too long. You know I get to have him for the weekend."
Kyle was used to being shorter. Simon and John easily towered over him, and Johnny was only a get inches taller. Those few inches were held over his head every single day, though he didn't mind the playful banter.
It wasn't until he met König that he ever felt truly small. The Austrian towered over him with ease, but there was an awkward energy about him. Not as stoic as Ghost, or as intimidating as Price, just big.
Kyle pounced on him within a few days.
"Fuck, you're fucking perfect." Kyle whines, mouthing at Königs tits as he bounces on his cock. "Gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?" He moans as he looks up at him, fiddling with the edges of his hood.
"Slow down... Kyle - slow down, please?" König whines pathetically, digging his nails into Kyle's hips. "I've already cum - I already -" König slams Kyle's hips down onto his cock, cumming dry as his third orgasm hits him like a train.
"You don't want me to stop -" Kyle moans, nosing at one of Königs nipples. "Just let me take you." He wraps his lips around his nipple, nibbling on the flesh to make the giant whine. König was in for a long night.
When one like feels like a hundred
"Thought I heard Dad telling you to get rid of these panties." Each of Simon's angry words was punctuated by a rough pull to your underwear. The fabric burns between your cheeks, your soft whimpers muffled by Ghost's hairy cunt smothering your face.
"You call that cock sucking? How are you gonna take Dad's cock if you can't take mine?" He shudders when your tounge laps the bottom of his twitching t-dick. He didn't want to admit it. He couldn't, but you were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.
You whine desperately when he tugs you up off your knees, squeezing your head between his thighs. He shudders, thrusting against your tongue when he finally reaches his peak. "You're going tonget rid of your panties, and you're going to learn to suck me off." The next yank to your panties is brutal enough to rip the fabric, a pained sob dribbling tears onto his thighs.
"You won't let our Dad down, you understand?" He grunts as he finally lets your head free, staring at the slick and tears all over your face. "Not after everything he's done for me and now you, runt." He gathers your torn panties up in his hands, pocketing them into his vest.
"Can I suck you off again, please?" You plea, staring down at his swollen t-dick. "I can get better, I promise." Simon chuckles softly as he grips your hair, tugging you back between his legs. God, you were just like him when he first started, when Dad first set his sights on him.
"That's what I like to hear, runt. You're going to learn today."
Part 1
John was eager to have you on the team because he saw something the other officers didn't see.
Potential and masculinity. He was going to mold you, train you, into a good man. A proper soldier like you were always meant to be if someone had stepped in sooner.
Once he had you transferred, he started you on testosterone immediately, despite your pushback. "Sir, I can hold my own just fine. I don't need a hormone boost." You insisted, shaking just slightly when the cold alcohol pad cleans your thigh.
"I am your captain, and I'm doing what is best for you, understand?" He holds your eyes as he gives you your shot, thumb roughly pressing the injection site when it's all over. "You should get rid of the panties." You flush at his words, avoiding eye contact as he pulls your pants back up and buttons them.
"Gonna make you a real man, Y/N. Understand?" He murmurs as he runs his hands through your hair. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" You shudder at his words, staring at his chest until he lifts your chin with your finger. "Answer me."
"Yes, sir. I'll be good." He smiles warmly at you, pressing a bushy kiss to your forehead. You didn't know how he knew; how he pieced together something you buried about yourself years ago. That's how he must've worked his way up to captain. Noticing the little things that everyone would let fly under the radar.
He sent you out of the office with a pat to the ass, your body buzzing when you see Simon watching you as you leave. He didn't like sharing his Dad.
Simon should've killed you when he first saw you. Hiding, dirty, small. You would be an inconvenience for him and the team, but when you looked at him, you seemed exhausted. Your eyes had flickered in fear, but you seemed resigned to your fate.
Someone so young shouldn't be ready for death.
He orders you to follow. When you don't, he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. You fight as best as you can; he'll give you that. You even bite him, but he barely feels it through his gear.
"Where did you get the kid?" Johnny chuckles when he sees your wild, dirty face.
"Found em. Ours now." He plunks you down into Johnny's arms, leaving you bewildered and shaking. Johnny doesn't even question it, helping settle you down into the seat beside him on the humvee.
Simon couldn't adopt you, being legally dead and all, so Johnny did. The first night home was horrible. Johnny had given you a spare bedroom to get comfortable in, but you hid away in the closet.
"We got some food. Pizza. You want a slice?" Simon sits down outside of the closet, gently prying the door open. "Don't gotta come out. Here." He slides the plate inside and lets the door close.
"You can't hide in there forever, kid." Simon coaxes softly when you slowly peak the door open a few minutes later. "Why don't you tell me your name?" You shake you head no. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen." You wipe your dirty face with your hand, grimacing slightly.
"Want a shower? You can lock the door. I'll stand guard outside." You study him through the gap before nodding once. "Alright, kid... Let's get you settled in."
