a/n: i am rekindling my affection for call of duty fan fiction by making self indulgent nonsense - enjoy
the common assumption was that bunny hybrids were small and fragile. with blunt teeth and long bunny ears. they were meant to be dressed up and adored. they were sweet little things, harmless. prey.
the other assumption was that wolf hybrids were large and imposing. if folklore were correct, they were near feral with large teeth and pointed ears. the possessed great physical power and could overtake anything that got in their way. predator.
your wolf-like ears twitched as you tried to grab the box of cereal off the shelf. you tried to get up on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf. but to no avail you could get it. you huffed with your hands at your hips and turned to your mate, almost a foot taller that you. you said sweetly, "bun-bun, can you get that for me?"
the imposing blond with the rabbit ears and medical mask on, turned away from the other shelf to help you. one large hand on your hip while he easily plucked the box from the shelf and handed it to you, "glad ya didn't scale the shelves like last time." and he reached to you to rub the top of your head lovingly.
common assumption were rarely right.
your eye glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. you finished buttering the toast and then slid the two fried eggs on the plate. already on it was some vegetarian bacon and sausage. with everything on the plate, you headed towards the attic to find simon.
the worst part about spring wasn't snow that melted to slush or the allergies. it was simon's breeding season. poor guy, while he was in the military he was given shots to keep it at bay. but once he retired it felt like it hit two-fold after years of suppression.
"simon." you cooed as you went up the stairs. the smell was overwhelming when you got into the attic. it smelt like heavy bonfire except without all the smoke. regardless you still squinted as if there was smoke in your eyes. you brought the food to him and found him laid out in his nest.
he was in a white tank top and loose boxers. his blond hair a mess and he was sweaty, but at the very least, his breathing was heavy. poor thing had a one track mind right now. to fuck.
and while for more bunny hybrids that meant accepting whatever cock they could get. simon wanted to fill someone up with his hot cum and let his bunnies grow inside another hybrid. you got down to your lover's nest and gave him the plate.
"eat, my love. c'mon, you need the energy." you cooed as you cupped his sweaty face. you watched simon sit up against the pile of pillows. you cooed at him softly as he ate a little bit.
except he used very little of the fork and knife you gave him. using his hands and licking his hands free of butter, grease and egg yolks. you kissed his face softly as your feverish simon ate greedily.
"amazin'." he purred, "taste good. my good made." he loudly ate and leaned in for a messy kiss that got breakfast on your face before he went back to eating. he said, "get your clothes off, need the proper scent in the nest."
you slowly got undressed while he finished eating. he licked his fingers before he got he strong arm around you. his cottontail wiggled as he rubbed himself up against you. he stuck his nose in your hair and heavily exhaled.
"feel good." he said. simon was probably the largest bunny hybrid you've ever seen. man stood close to 6'5, he was a military man covered in scars and tattoos. he was scary even with those perked blond bunny ears and white cottontail. he leaned in and gave you a sloppy kiss.
his tongue was quickly in your mouth and you moaned. you clutched onto him and he groaned as you sharp nails dug into his shoulders. when he pulled away his tongue was out, panting. his cock strained his sweaty boxers and he needed you. he needed that release.
you were naked. known as a predator animal, you were under him without a single stitch on you. all curves for him. he got his hard cock out of his briefs and there was a feral look in his eye. you swallowed and said, "simon."
he gave you a wide grin, "like what ya see, my little wolf? i bet you were thinkin' about while you were cookin' for me." he licked his lips, even bunnies desired flesh, "could smell ya under all that cookin'. kept strokin' myself, knowin' you were playin' wife for me."
you swallowed and shifted a little, "fuck, simon... take me." and your eyes went wide when simon used his strength to hike your knees to your ears and expose your pussy to him. he sank into you quickly and you let out a small gasp as you became accustomed to his length.
he probably had the biggest cock you've ever seen.
he planted his hands on either side of your head and moved against you. his cock nudged against all the right places. it wasn't even like he was going particularly fast. he may be a fast little rabbit, but he wanted to consume you. he wanted to feel all of you, every inch of you.
you were his mate, bonded till the end. your souls were intertwined together if you wanted to understand it in a metaphysical way. the wolf and the bunny, except the bunny was the scary one and the wolf was the more harmless one. you weren't a push over, but you weren't the imposing one in the relationship. not that you minded, you enjoyed how protective simon could be.
he laid wet kisses on you as you laid in his nest. his protected space with all the items a bunny hybrid like him could need. that included his mate. he fucked you into the covers, the soft quilts and even the throw pillows from the couch. it was a safe place for him to have you all to himself. and you happily let have you, all of you.
you wrapped your arms around him and the two of you moved together. there was something so tender between the two of you, even if there was an under current of intense sexual want. a neediness that your simon had for you as he rutted against you. he was only thinking with his cock, but he still had enough restraint to not harm you.
he'd never harm you.
"gonna breed ya. gonna give you some bunnies to take care of." he purred, "ya'd love that, wouldn't ya, love. carryin' my little bunnies around in your perfect womb." he licked his lips. he felt more predator than his animal traits led on. he was hungry the way a wolf was, not a rabbit.
"wanna give me babies?"
"ya, all of 'em. keep ya locked away all of my heat so i can ruin that pussy of yours and give ya a bunch of bunnies to be a good mama too. maybe we'll end up with a few wolf pups, but i wanna see ya haulin' around my babes like a good den mother." his thrusts grew in strength. his words were coated in a heavy lust.
"fuck." you exhaled deeply. his words were erotic.
"you feel amazing, my mate." he purred, "you feel so good around me. this fucking pussy is amazing, only thing i want during this time. how could i not want you? you're my mate, we're bonded and i love you more than words can describe. ya know that, right, my little wolf." he continued to move against you. he could feel the pleasure in his body, he could feel the leap of want in his core.
"please, simon. holy fuck." you shakily exhaled as you held onto his strong shoulders tighter. your loving bunny mate, he looked lovely on top. those dark features that scared most, but lured you in. he was by every definition the worst bunny hybrid, but you loved it. everything from the resting scowl on his face, to the scarring, to those soft bunny ears and how he could easily wrap you up in his arms.
he was the ideal partner for you.
you kissed once more. your knees knocked against your cheeks as he pressed further into you. the kisses were hungry as you knew you both weren't going to last much longer. the pleasure left you out of breath and a slight fuzziness in your head. you held on tightly for support as he worked your body against his. he wanted to make love to you, he yearned for you deeply. there was something so carnal about your love making that it left a flutter of lust in your gut as your mate fucked you.
"all mine." he purred as he held onto the covers a little tightly. he pressed himself as far as he could go, he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of his hefty cock. you whined in response.
you two shared one more heated kiss, you whined your love for him against his lips as he continued to thrust. a few more heavy thrusts and he finished inside of you. he shoved his entire length into you and made sure that his cum hit right against your cervix. it would be the only thing that would sate the sexual desire in his body. to breed his loving mate.
you exhaled shakily as he came inside of you. you panted heavily and felt the euphoria through you as he continued to thrust inside of you. he continued his movements. he wanted to make you feel good to as his still hard cock pushed his cum as deep as it would go. but he couldn't help himself, he came a second time very quickly. only to slip his cum all the way to the back of your pussy.
he felt lucid and now worked solely on hormones. you whined and your eyes fluttered as you felt the wanted in your heated core. you whined as you felt the stimulation in your body from your mate push you over the sexual edge. you let out such a beautiful moan and came around his cock.
"good, good." he mused, "fuck, that's it, my little wolf." he said, the edge had been taken off and he could relax. he pulled out and flopped down next to you on the mattress. you reeked of his aroused scent and before you could drop your legs down to the bed. he had you curled up in his arms.
his lips on your neck as he said sweet nothings to you. promises of pups and bunnies and being forever mates.
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you didn't have your heat that spring, all it took was a weekend of simon's cycle to impregnate you. now it was summer and you were cuddled up with your much larger mate. his hand on your swollen middle as you got comfortable next to him.
you were carrying two babies; two pups, two bunnies, who knew. wouldn't know until they were born by fall. your swell was impressive and your dear simon loved it.
it wasn't common for a wolf to be impregnated by a bunny, but you had to admit. the pregnancy looked better on you anyway, and simon would agree as he contorted himself to kiss your swollen middle.
Rabbit shifter Ghost likes to be stuff on Soap's hoodie pocket even if he won't fit. Soap ends up getting one of jumpers with a cat pocket to accommodate this.
Maybe a clear bag some cats travel in to keep Ghost contained when needed.
Ghost, being a Flemish Giant, does not fit in Soap's hoodie pocket, to his own dismay. However, when Soap steals a hoodie from Ghost, one that's oversized even on Ghost himself, and has just a huge front pocket, Ghost can't help himself. He shifts mid sprint, after having spotted his favorite hoodie on his favorite Sergeant across the training field. Goes from running full tilt to hopping at the speed of light. A grey streak, cutting the field in half. A missile, lazer guided and target locked. The target: the pocket of that hoodie.
Soap barely has time to brace himself after spotting the gray blur approaching out of the corner of his eye at mach Jesus.
Ghost's aim is true, he leaps, front paws catching the hem of the pocket and pushing it out of the way enough to stuff himself into. His head pops out the far side, ass, and feet stopping him from shooting straight through because he's a thick boy. His momentum, being a 20 pound (10 kilo) ball hurtling towards Soap like a meteor, yanks Soap off balance and he fails wildly and careens forward whilst trying to catch his balance again, so as to not squash his damn Lieutenant.
The soldiers Soap had been lecturing were stunned silent.
Soap had no way of knowing the hoodie he'd stolen was Ghost's designated digging and tunneling hoodie, that he owned it specifically so that he could stuff himself into the pocket. What he did know, now at least, was that he would be stealing this particular hoodie every chance he got.
Soap did not address what had just happened. He straightened back up, cleared his throat, and went back to instructing. Ignoring the rabbit chinning the hem of the pocket, or his hand when he went to pet him.
The soldiers, to their credit, also remained silent about the bunny butt, feet stuck out backwards and tail flashed high, sticking out the other end.
Soap later found himself on Amazon looking at the hoodies designed to carry cats in, desperately checking reviews to make sure they could handle an extra large cat (or in this case, rabbit). He may have ordered himself several of them.
If this was a shifter scenario and that was Soap cuddling him calling him old, Ghost would use those bunny paws to bap him across the face so quickly💀
Like the ghoap bunnies!!!!🥺🥺🥺 your TikTok fyp is like 10/10 right now while mine is like shamefully skinnytok 💀💀💀(trying to be healthier, it is what it is 🥲👀)
I can just picture it now!!
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They’re cuddling on the couch, Soap cooing at ShifterBunny!Simon as they decompress after a long day! That is until Soap opens his big fat mouth, “Jus a wee ol’ bun aren’t ya ghosty. My old ma..”
*bap*
“Oi!!!!”
Simon wastes no time in hitting him across the face with his giant bunny paws as soon as the words leave his mouth. Scurrying off before Soap has a chance to chase him! The best part is, no one would ever believe Soap if he tried to complain. >:)
He frequently brings bundles of weeds and wildflowers, bouquets if you will, to him, or leaves them in vases in his office.
It's always a treat for them both when he brings the big bunny his flowers. Soap loves to see him perk up, he'll let his obnoxiously long ears out (they'll have modified his mask with little holes so he wouldn't have to take it off) and Soap will have to fight not to grab them, or the short fluffy tail he knows is protruding from Ghost's lower back.
Ghost loves a good meal. He's starting to enjoy being taken care of. More than anything though, he loves the faces of anyone who was present when Soap brought him flowers. Because if they don't know he's a rabbit, and he hasn't let his ears out, they're always baffled beyond believe when instead of smelling them he takes a large bite out of them.
Imagine as well, Roach, working away at a dandelion flower crown for each member of the 141, very proud of himself, only to watch on in stunned silence as Ghost removes Soap's crown and starts eating it. No one told him how much rabbits like dandelions.
so ghost has his tattoo right. i think he needs something rabbit related that’s so fucking obvious in retrospect but so much of that sleeve is like. ooh edgy war shit that nobody’s looked close enough (…or maybe it’s hidden somewhere else and soap busts out laughing when he eventually sees it)
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What I can't decide on is weather Ghost still has his Canon tattoo here. I want him covered in rabbits and rabbit skulls. I love his edgy emo army guy tattoo, don't get me wrong, but like, wouldn't it be hilarious if it were all rabbits and rabbit related stuff?
We've all seen it, a bunch of skulls, a bomb, the typical rifle with a helmet in the boots. I love that, but imagine if some of the skulls were rabbit skulls, instead of two boots its a boot and a rabbits foot. the bomb has an angry rabbit on the side of it instead of the jagged teeth and angry eyes? The soldier with the rifle is the same, but with bunny ears. Idk man, I want to bunnyify his tattoo, and cover him in more of them.
Anyone who sees it probably only sees the bottom edge up close, and at a distance since it's so busy it's just a smokey gray blob.
It wouldn't be until he had revealed himself as being a rabbit that Soap got a decent up close look at the damn thing, and you can bet your ass he'd start laughing hysterically.
I’m in a weird rage mini hyperfixation and I was wondering what you think about the 141 going to raves cuz I was thinking ghost might’ve been to a few if you hc him as a wild teenager
Or specifically watership ghost when he was in the confused simon era
In the Watership AU young confused Simon 100% went to raves.
Imagine it: shorn blonde hair on the sides, fluffy blue curly mohawk. Curls dangling down between heavily black lined eyes. Blue or black lipstick, depending on the day, and this era was the beginning of Simon's tattoo obsession. Confused Simon, as previously stated, wore corsets, which is a horrible thing to wear to a rave btw, but she was choosing fit over function. (For anyone who's forgotten, that boy is trans here)
Looking over old pictures, he laughs at his own stupidity. He could be ashamed, but really isn't. Soap's brain short circuits. If they'd ever met as teens he'd have begged for her attention. Confused Simon could've spit in his face and young Johnny would've melted and thanked her.
