border collie hybrid! simon punishing lamb hybrid! reader…
one shot 🌾
tw: hybrid stuff/monster fucking(?), size kink, cnc, punishment, dark themes, primal play, slight voyuerism?, blood mention, biting, praise, power dynamic, daddy kink, (slight) misogyny kink.
life as a receptionist at base was… dull. in this area, most hybrids were animal mind dominant, it made everyone obsessed with routine.
now… you weren’t a rebellious girl. you’ve never been one to go out of line, you were actually quite innocent and dreamy, never fully tethered in reality. you dreamed of life beyond this, beyond waking up at 4:00 am on base everyday to your pathetic private barrack. putting on soft white tights and skirts galore to try to add some whimsy to your life.
getting asked the same questions by nervous recruits, giving directions, taking coffee orders, answering the phone… the only real excitement you got was from your boss of all people. he always was praising you, giving you tasks, checking on you. he couldn’t help it. simon was one of the oldest by now, which meant he was mostly in his office, his least favorite place… so of course he had to come bug the pretty little thing just sat out right by him, like you’re his. of course he had to make sure you were doing your job, he was there to guide you. it was in his blood.
after a long day of bullshit, you were feeling even more hopeless than usual. simon hadn’t visited you all day. the only word from him was a sticky note with his coffee order that you’d pathetically memorized, posted on your desk. it made your chest hurt, so you went searching. you asked around and most recruits seemed to turn white in the face at his name. which wasn’t exactly unusual, but they seemed extra anxious today.
you finally found him in his barrack, and you’d began to happily greet him before being cut off with a harsh sigh.
“it’s just like you to do this.”
he had spat out. he was being uncharacteristically cruel to you, it made your heart pang, and you couldn’t even ask for an explanation before he gave you one.
“don’t play dumb. you have it easy. yknow that lamb? you get to sit and be a trophy to entice hormonal graduates to join the military, you get me shit i need, and you control our pointless social media page. that’s IT.”
he said, looking up at you from his spot on his big bed, his eyes dark with anger. you didn’t understand his sudden aggression, and it made your heart hurt. you didn’t know how to take it.
“wha- what?”
was all you could manage, before he was stalking over to you, making you back into his door, fully pushing it into frame and closing it behind the two of you. his hand darted between your arm and waist and punched in his lock.
he paced and furiously rambled for a few minutes before you finally understood what went wrong. you’d changed someone’s schedule, and he was being all pissy because you took that control from him. you controlled his herd. to him, his control was everything. he made it so that his watchful eye saw all, and you disrupted that. whether intentional or not.
all your brain was thinking of was running, being anywhere but here. your prey instincts were controlling you, and simon could see it in your eyes. his thick hand darted out and broke the invisible barrier between the two of you, holding you by your neck firmly, almost choking you.
“don’t move.”
he whispered. and the next moments came in foggy flashes, him unbuckling his belt with one hand, his cock sprang out and the second you saw it your head went fuzzy.
simon was big. really big. and THICK. not just thick, he had a pornographic upward tilt. he paused,slightly panting, his tail was erect and wagging in anticipation.
he pushed you down on his bed and you hit it with a whimper. he cut your tights open with his skillful claws and was immediately on you, trying to force himself in to no avail, making you squirm under him.
“mr. riley- sir-! it’s not-“
you tried to be polite, tried to be quiet, but it felt like you were being split in half by the older males knot. he couldn’t stop himself from rutting against you, bobbing the tip of his cock against your tight and barely wet yet entrance. it made it so when your pussy finally gave, it took all of him in one sharp thrust.
instead of harshly fucking you open like you thought he would, he kept you there.
he panted, his tongue slipping out with each breath and swiping your neck. he pulled the two of you up so you were sat on his cock, filled to the brim with him and gripping him snug.
“you wanna take away my control? act like you run shit ‘round here?”
“you’re nothing but somethin’ pretty to look at.”
he had began rolling your nipples between his thumbs, it stung in a way that made heat spread across you.
“my turn.”
being played with like this made your body writhe on him, squirming and unintentionally fucking yourself on his cock. he was kissing on you in a way that made your skin throb and heat up. his drool was leaking onto you as planted bites across your shoulders.
he kept on for what felt like hours, your cunt made a mess on him by the time he was done, a white, creamy ring around him, and slick glistening down his and your thighs.
you’d became a half lidded, hazy doll by this point. looking so spent already. something broke in you as he gripped your soft hips harshly, beginning to lift you up and down, impaling you with his length.
he started slow, making you feel every inch, growling and almost snarling as he felt your overstimulated hole clench down on him. his pace slowly but surely picked up- then slowed back down. up and down, up and down.
your stomach ached with butterflies of nerves and excitement.
it felt like he was putting a spell on you through his touch, feeling this further as he began methodically scratching your chin, whispering praises that felt more like affirmations. his cock was fucking into you at an overwhelming pace.
“you’re so good”
“you know your place so well baby”
“you take daddy so good, sweetness.”
he cooed at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, his behavior giving you whiplash. but you felt safe here. fuzzy, soft. under his control.
his again.
