Warnings: 18+, Smut, Raw Dogging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Implied Unwanted Pregnancy, Power Imbalance, Big Dick! Ghost, Soft Dom! Ghost, Cult Leader! Ghost, Submissive (and Breedable)! Reader, Implied Abortion Attempt, Fem Reader, Profanity.
He’s filthy in the way he treats you, like a common whore, spreading you out over his desk – once-varnished mahogany, now bleached with weeks’ worth of spend, of tears, rubbed raw in places, the phantoms of many a night relentless under your leader – and bearing your body like it’s his god-given duty.
In essence, it is. Albeit, a god he created – fabricated – to lead lambs into a wolf’s den. And with the primal, savage way he forces himself into you, his tip pulsing and throbbing with the many hours he’s subjected you to, you can very well believe he is the very image of a predator.
“Won’t stop ‘til you’re full – ‘til it’s– fuck– ‘til it’s taken,” Simon pants, his shadow cloaking you, the sweat from his broad chest dripping down onto your sodden back. Your cheek is pressed into the desk, and in the corner of your vision, between the narrowed eyes you fight to keep open amidst the electric annihilation sparking between your legs, just below your stomach, you see him with bared teeth and dark eyes that glint with some unholy purpose. A purpose that only makes the feeling writhing inside you stronger, heavier.
With a deft hand – his other planted by your head, a cage – he finds your clit and presses it between two fingers as if it were the stub of a cigarette. He squeezes. Hard.
Your lips quiver around him and a strangled moan escapes you, euphoria becoming you, possessing you as something had him.
You keen on his hand, desperate for contact, for friction, despite him already filling you utterly and without mercy. Your arousal drips into his hand, pools in his palm. It takes all his will not to drink it then and there.
“I know, Doll–” ‘Doll’ – the name he’d given you, the name that reminds you you’re his to use as he pleases. His fingers squeeze your clit between them, a flesh vice. You’re gasping. He doesn’t stop, subjecting you to a pleasure so carnal you know only he can grant you it.
His free hand finds your shoulder, slips down your soaked back – a collage of brutal love-making, of animal rutting, of feral and incessant breeding – leaving goosebumps in its wake. He finds your rump, squeezes it, his hand flipping further between your legs until he finds your epicentre.
You’re so sensitive, and so swollen. He’s done this enough times to know that you’re red there, too.
He finds the spot where you’re connected, the modest sliver of his shaft that hasn’t been consumed by your wanting hole – where your combined arousal slithers out of you, dripping down his tightening ballsack – and plays at the edges of your lips, those that create a milky ring at the base of his cock, those that twitch with the almost overwhelming orchestra of sensations he is subjecting you to, playing you as his instrument.
Your hips twitch, pushing back against him, inadvertently impaling yourself on the inch or two he’d spared you from.
He’s swollen – painfully so. Plugging you, preventing you from getting away. Something you realise all-too late as you try to pull away, to ease the searing ache in your lips, in your womb.
You’re crying, he’s grunting, throat raw with hours of praise, of nothing short of feral growling – curses to something other than his god.
You whine as he withdraws his hand from between your legs, instead coming to cup your breasts and pull you flush against his chest. Squeezing around him again, the bulge of his cock inside you becomes ever more apparent when his hand slips up to your throat and he shunts you forward with his hips.
You’re weak – a ragdoll against him – and you’re pushed back down against the wood. He presses your stomach to the desk, your head now handing over the edge.
“D’you feel it, love?” he rasps. “Gonna give you a baby – put it right there.”
You do feel him, like an eel, slithering into any space he can, any space he hasn’t already occupied. You feel your heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and you feel his in the head of his dick, rabid. You want to sob, want the pleasure coursing through your every fibre to overwhelm you, to send you hurtling into a high nobody else can give you.
But you know this will have consequences.
You know there’s no morning after pill strong enough to overcome Simon’s seed, none strong enough to stand a chance against the sheer amount of his spend. You know this because you’re already pregnant.
You’d originally tried using a multitude of contraband substances – pills, medication, anything you could get your hands on – to stop the inevitable. To prolong it just long enough for you to find a way out of the hole you’d dug yourself into.
When Simon had found them – no doubt with the help of one of his disciples, one eager to please and who would settle for the simple pleasure of being the dirt beneath his boot – he made absolutely certain to undo all your hard work.
For days afterwards, when he gave his sermons, you had to stand, hands clasped in prayer, with his cum rolling down your thighs beneath your compound-issue garments.
And despite how you know you don’t want this destiny he’s imparted upon you, you still urge your hips against his. Especially as you feel him twitching, your hole leaking and almost squealing with his semen and the memory of the many times he’s already pumped you full this same night. He’s ready to bust at any moment, ready to find and create any excuse to empty his load into you, his favourite disciple.
You finish first in a fit of euphoric fury, an outpouring of devotion, a static explosion that leaves you utterly spent and entirely limp, unable to move as Simon continues to pummell you, using you, not stopping until you hear him give nothing less than a guttural roar, throwing his head back as he empties every ounce of his spend into you.
Any chances of escaping, any hopes of the world beyond the company you’d embroiled yourself in – they’re all gone now. Knocked clean out your head and from your reach, your mind nothing but a post-haze. You feel full almost to the point of bursting, but your body settles for a ballooned discomfort in your middle. One which you know will only grow bigger and heavier over the coming months. And no doubt beyond that when Simon deems you capable – worthy – of bearing him more offspring.
Simon is panting behind you, hands planted either side of you, head hanging between heaving shoulders. As if he’s impregnated you with his very soul.
His hand slips across the desk down to your front, where he manages to levy his fingers between your exhausted form and the hard wood beneath. And, as if by divine intuition, he gives a hum. Presses a languid kiss to your exposed neck, uttering a “Well done, love.”
He’s going to be a father.
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childhood best friend!kyle gaz garrick who is jealous of simon ghost riley x reader
“Simon!” You shouted, “eyes up here.”
Your lieutenant’s gaze shifts from your exposed chest in that tight sports bra to your smirking face. Your fists were up in front of your face, ready to evade him on the training mat once more. He was distracted by you and you liked that. You liked that he was interested, even if you two hadn’t formally acknowledged it yet.
You two have been dancing around each other for months and it’s been slowly edging closer to the point of snapping. You could practically taste it now.
“Don’t flatter y’erself.” Simon attempts to play off, shaking his arms out, cracking his neck. “And it’s Lieutenant Riley to you, dove.”
“Wanna come take that up over here?” You ask with a smirk. Never would you say this without the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but right now, you’d love nothing more than to rile him up.
You could see Simon’s smile under the mask, his eyes creasing ever so slightly. He began to step towards you, completely intending to pin you beneath him on the mat, his hands gripping your wrists, his knee sliding up between your thighs and against your-
“Take it easy on her, would ya? Don’t you have paperwork to finish?” Kyle interrupts.
The two of you turn to look at him watching on. His arms crossed out in front of him, eyes piercing into Simon.
You glare at Kyle with a look that surely says “dude, I’m trying to get some, piss off.”
So much for being a good wing-man.
Kyle was your childhood best friend and the two of you had joined the military together once you both turned of age. He was always so protective of you and there when you needed him, the best of friends.
And it’s not like Kyle wasn’t interested - he most certainly was, though he feared you didn’t feel the same.
He knew you to your core and he could tell that you felt something for his Lieutenant, not him. Something in which Kyle has never been on the receiving end of. It hurts, of course, but he wants you to be happy… Just with him. So, it’s not gonna stop him from making it hard for Simon.
“I think Captain Price was asking for you earlier, should head up to his office, yeah? Sounded urgent.”
Kyle pursed his lips at his superior, giving you a side glance before walking off.
You sigh, rolling your eyes. Simon clears his throat and adjusts his pants when you briefly look away.
“Y’a know, this is the third time he’s done that this week.” Simon chuckles softly, walking over to you slowly.
Your eyes fix on his big figure, his workout shirt tight to his toned body. You feel the heat flush your face as you look up to him.
“He’s doing it on purpose, I’m sorry.” Simon’s hand comes up to brush your cheek.
“Don’t be, I’ll keep tryin’.” You smile and place your hand on top of his. Simon knows how Kyle feels for you, but he couldn’t keep holding off for his sake when nothing has come of it in all these many months. You weren’t interested in Kyle, simple as that, but you were interested in Simon.
“Oh, will you now?” You tease and Simon bends down, bringing his face closer to yours.
“Yea, I will. Y’er worth it.”
Simon brings his lips against yours through the mask and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in closer. Simon pulls back briefly to push his mask up to his nose. You open your eyes just to catch a glimpse of his scarred mouth, but you don’t care, he’s gorgeous. He’s so gorgeous, he’s warm and he’s all yours. You reconnect your lips again with a moan, finally being able to taste him.
Meanwhile, Kyle just watches you two from a distance, his stomach and jaw tighten. His girl with his lieutenant, like a punch to the gut.
His heartbreak becoming a reality right in front of his eyes.
This is omegaverse related so please here me out… What about something different? What about…
A
Feral Omega?
I’m talking like, this omega isn’t your typical omega. This omega is downright dangerous, reports of Omega going feral but causes of harm to them due to some omega discrimination.
So what if, reader who is feral omega, is down right butchering enemies. And doesn’t hesitate to almost maul some alpha recruits if they want to mess with her..
Cw: omegaverse, feral!reader, violence, blood, weird pack dynamic, discrimination, protective behaviour, tell me if I missed any.
You were a ‘one-of-a-kind’ omega —spoken with utmost reverence by them. You were their strong and independent omega, whispered in crowded halls, mumbled in darkest nights, screamed in busy moments, and kissed to in warm and comfortable beds. You were anything but a strong and dedicated and reliable soldier, someone Ghost had grown to respect after a joint Op, then coaxed to rely on by the others when they saw how welcoming Ghost was and simply how skillful you were at your job.
You were small but spry, less bulky but flexible, weaker but resourceful. You were everything they sought for in an omega. You were so much alike Soap, yet molecularly different. Though it was every alpha’s dream of finding a soft and loving mate to provide and protect for, someone smaller and more fragile than their thick muscles and broad build, there was a thrill in being reminded that they weren’t always at the top, being grounded and brought back down from their high horses. Against all of traditional mating couples, your current age and time had demanded more equal partnering, a relationship where both parties stood on the same ground.
And Ghost and Price thrived on that, their employment demanded a level of independence from their mates and pack mates, the capability of standing on their own and manage grief and stress. That’s where Soap stood, an omega at it’s finest, strong and independent and emotionally knowledgeable, the glue to their pack, and Gaz, the stabiliser, the soft and gentle hand that reminded them of who they were.
Then you came bulldozing through their well-built dynamic: feral and wrathful, full of hate and anger for the world who had wronged you. When the military had rejected you for both your sex and gender, you’d worked up the ranks in the CIA with your blood, sweat and tears, starting from a fresh agent - a rookie - to an experienced one. You’d gotten so far that Laswell had eventually reach out to you, acknowledged by someone so powerful and partnered with The Ghost had gotten you the acknowledgment and respect you’d dreamed of.
It was a rough start with Ghost, but he learned to rely on you as much as you did him, you had formed a mutual understanding that only grew into fondness after meeting the rest of his pack. They were a functioning mix of weird and quirky: a leading alpha that was a big, soft bear, another alpha that was rough on the edge but caring, an overenergetic and fiery omega and a beta that represented everything you liked in one, calm, open-minded and smart. It was odd seeing you join them so often and continuously on Ops that didn’t need much of CIA intervention, but you all made it work.
You’d become a familiar face on base, a blunt and no-nonsense agent to new people, but cracked jokes and smiled with those you knew. Fiercely protective of your pack as much as they were with you. If Soap was a menace, then you were an omen, your deep frown and growling snarl, baring your teeth as a warning before you attacked. The world had taught you to bark and bite —and bite you did, a strong and dangerous one, leaving you bruised and roughed up, but your opponent gasping for life and battered.
Honestly, sometimes you were more trouble than it’s worth, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pairing: Hare!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Bunny!Reader
Summary: Some head cannons I’ve whipped up while slouching in bed.
Warning: Slight mention of sexual themes but overall nothing much.
A/N: I’ve awoken from the dead and been inspired by @emonatural191 to finally move my ass. But this whole thing was also inspired by another creator who for the life of me I could not find. But I will keep searching to bring justice and credit!! >:(
- Hare!Simon who is scruffy, hard and always on the lookout. Who has hard thin fur and scars buried beneath said hair. With long legs and piercing eyes, Simon is a hard worker and fast on his feet.
- Hare!Simon who loves you dearly. He loves his mate, his bunny… his wife.
- He loves your luscious fur and soft fluffy ears. He adores your white hair and big pleading eyes - even when you don’t mean to plead - and most of all he loves your constant need to stay fluffy.
- Hare!Simon who is happy to help you with cleaning yourself.
- Hare!Simon who is such a big provider for his wife. He’s the one leaving in the early mornings before any other animal can wake up and disturb his morning scavenging.
- Hare!Simon who always brings home scraps of clovers and long grass. He wants to make sure you're full and healthy, and seeing your face light up when he trudges down the borrow with bundles of leafy greens is just the reason he does it.
- Hare!Simon who fucks you roughly after breakfast. He’s just as fast as he is in bed as he is up above ground. With trapping you under him and on your stomach. His cock hammering into you quickly.
- Hare!Simon who always makes sure to spill his seed inside you. No matter the time or day. His dream is to see you swell with smaller bunnies.
- Hare!Simon who is the man of cleaning your fur, as he licks you all over. Making sure to watch you fluff yourself up too and dry the areas he’s left most wet.
- Hare!Simon who loves to know when you finally surface above ground you probably smell of his scent.
- Hare!Simon who is not afraid to get physical and use his kick. As he’s always on high alert, Simon is not one to complain when you want to take a trip down to the river.
- Knowing you're thirsty, he’ll first check the river for any alligators or water snakes. As they’re known for hiding themselves so well in the dark murky water. Ignoring his own dehydration if it means that you are safe. Which goes with him having his head high as you sip from the lake. Making sure no one is around to sneak up on you with your head turned down.
- Hare!Simon who is a big snuggle monster. At the end of the day when you're both exhausted and spent. He’ll happily bundle up right beside you in the small comfortable nest you’ve made for yourselves in the warm borrow you’ve made as homely as you can.
warnings: riding; smut🥴 is that enough warning lol pls don’t read if you’re a minor 😭
this honestly just popped up into my head and I frantically started typing on my phone (bear with me bc I haven’t written anything smutty in so long and never have been good at it lol) anyways happy Friday!
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You legs start to shake as you continuously lift yourself up then effortlessly slide back down on Ghost’s dick. The stretch is immaculate and you find yourself with your head tilted back with your eyes closed, soaking in his size and the euphoric current flowing through you right now.
In order to ground yourself, your hands move to hold onto Ghost’s that are grasping your waist. Although his grip is firm, it’s not too much for you and you love the pressure. As you move up and down, your breasts graze his sweaty chest, making your already overly sensitive nipples tingle.
You’re getting tired, and you’re about to reach your max. This will be your fourth climax and your poor body is reaching its limit. You let out a whimper and move one hand so it’s resting on his shoulder now. Ghost can tell you’re almost there.
“C’mon, baby. Just one more for me.” His grip tightens just a little so that he can help you move up and down, alleviating some of the stress on your legs. The slickness between your legs is getting more and more out of control as you get closer and closer to your demise.
With a shaky breath and a hint of a whine, you confess, “I don’t know if I can.” Your legs are exhausted, heart is pounding, but he just feels so good that even in your tired state, you still feel such a sense of blissfulness; you can’t stop.
“Yes you can.” His hands continue to help you move, which makes it easier to go at a faster pace.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You let out a whine at his praise.
His hand moves where your two bodies meet and moves his fingers in slow agonizing circles. You’re at the precipice, ready to drop any moment. When you finally do, you feel a bright warmness spread through your entire body, and you can also feel Ghost shudder under you.
You collapse against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck. His hand gingerly comes up to stroke your spine and you’re trying your best not to fall asleep.
“See, I knew you could do it.” He has a teasing lilt to his tone, and even though you can’t see his face, you know a smirk is coating his lips. If your body wasn’t drained of energy, you would have slapped his shoulder.
You let out a grunt against his shoulder, “You owe me a massage.”
You feel him shrug under you, “Fair enough.”
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IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED <3 I haven’t written anything smutty in so long so this is probably trash 😶
i've gotten so lazy lol but here's a shower sex blurb (idk what blurb means)
"fuckin' hell you look so beautiful"
as soon as they're both without clothes, he pulls the curtains of the shower aside and steps inside, turning on the water. the hot water cascades over their bodies and ghost takes a moment to adjust to the heat before pulling y/n close. he's feeling a sense of excitement build within him as he takes her in his arms.
he presses his body up against y/n, letting the hot water splash over her skin as he leans in for a passionate kiss.
ghost feels a rush of desire course through his body at y/'n soft moans. he carefully lifts her up and presses her back against the shower wall.
he spreads her legs open with one hand before using the other to guide his hard cock towards her entrance. he slips inside slowly, tilting his hips upwards as he goes deeper.
ghost savors the sensation of y/n's tightness around him while he slowly move his hips back and forth.
the bathroom is filled with the sounds of groans, moans and ghost's BBB's (big british ballz) slapping against y/n's skin along with the warm water streaming down the shower head.
he leans down and kisses her deeply, turning up the passion as he speeds up his thrusts. his hand wraps around her neck and squeezes slightly in a dominant manner.
"you like feeling me inside you, don't you?" he grunts out between breaths.
as the pace quickens with every thrust, ghost could feel that he was on edge close to cumming.
y/n moans in response to ghost's question, feeling a sense of pleasure build within them as he pounds into her body. she cling onto him tightly with one arm while wrapping her other hand around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss.
he reaches down to her womanhood and uses his fingers to rub y/n's clit as he continues moving inside of her.
as the pace quickens between them, ghost could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. his breaths becoming more labored as he feels y/n start clenching around him.
"fuck, im gonna.. im.."
with a loud groan of pleasure, ghost lets himself go over the edge and spills his seed into y/n, rocking against her until they both ride out the waves of mutual release.
W: Trauma, SA (Mentioned but not descriptive. Just the mention that it happened), Sex Positive, Relearning, Healing, Discussing Boundaries, Gn! Reader
Ghost likes the idea of getting a blowjob when he's sleeping. It's a bit of a fantasy he's had for a while but he never asks you to act on it. There are nights were he thinks about it and he feels disgusted. Intrusive thoughts come in and he has to calm them down before he enters into a full-fledged panic attack. He doesn't think you'd hurt him, and he also knows you'd never betray his trust, but that doesn't stop the thoughts from coming in and festering.
Sex in general is a whole ordeal. He wants you to just do it. To make him and yourself feel good but when it actually gets to a point where he's panting into your mouth and you're ready to take his pants off, he has to stop you and ask you to be patient with him. You listen and let him have his space. You instead hold his hand or kiss the scars on his face to still show affection.
He was someone who didn't enjoy labeling himself as being the victim but he also knew that denying himself that label as only going to hurt him further down the line. What if you wanted kids with him? How would he go about explaining that was nearly infertile from all the abuse he faced? How was he going to show you he's a good sexual partner if he can stand being completely naked with you beside him? He likes your touch but he detests the way he feels.
He doesn't mind displaying himself for you either. You both masturbate together when you are both in the mood but he's uncomfortable touching you or letting you touch him.
When he brings up his fantasies, he expects you to be disgusted with him or even leave him. Instead, you ask him to elaborate on what he wants from you.
"Do you want me to touch you in a certain way? Is there anywhere where I shouldn't touch?" You were so concerned with his comfort that it drove him to tears. You were so gentle with him.
You kissed his skin and held his hand all while he rolled his hips against your own. You ask him for permission to touch his dick. Never has he felt so small and so taken care of before. He doesn't feel like a cheap hooker or a whore. You love him, you cherish him. You take care of him and his body and love him more than you love his body.
He's satisfied. He loves your touch and your sweet words. You listen and ask him about what he wants. You don't demand. You merely ask him to hold you close to him when he wants intimacy. You don't demand you ask. You love him and you hold him. You're the one he's been looking for and he's willing to do it all for you.
