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In a world where Demi-humans exist, is it any shock that there would be porn made with Demi-humans? Is it even shocking that there would be a market for it?
Ghost couldn't help himself, eyes locked on his screen as he scrolled through site after site, page after page of Demi-human pornos. This was Ghost's nightly routine. Tails raised high with cum dripping underneath.. Feathers fluffed up, feathered tails fanned out.. Fluffy ears perked up, twitching... It was taboo. But he couldn't stop his worshipping of such perfect creatures.
When Price told him they were having a Demi-human join the team? Ghost could hardly contain himself. All he could think about was what kind of Demi-human they'd be.
If they were an avian? Ghost could try to help preen those hard to reach pin feathers.. If they were a feline? He could get them some cat toys.. and keep some catnip on him to keep them around.. If they were a canine? He could playfully spar with them, cover them in his smell..
He didn't deserve something so goddamn sweet. König was a murderer. An efficient predator that kills and storms right into enemy lines..
And yet there he was, sat on his couch with a Demi-human lounging in his lap. His hands hovered, too anxious to actually lay his hands on you and potentially make you uncomfortable.
"Gott.. You are.. so little." König groaned, looking down at you. You were just making yourself at home in the warmest spot. Completely unaware to König thinking he may have a heart attack if he's shown any more affection.
He didn't deserve something so goddamn sweet. König was a murderer. An efficient predator that kills and storms right into enemy lines..
And yet there he was, sat on his couch with a Demi-human lounging in his lap. His hands hovered, too anxious to actually lay his hands on you and potentially make you uncomfortable.
"Gott.. You are.. so little." König groaned, looking down at you. You were just making yourself at home in the warmest spot. Completely unaware to König thinking he may have a heart attack if he's shown any more affection.
In the field, with gunfire wizzing past and buildings full of enemies König shines. All his skills, years of experience, and the trial and error of honing in on every technique were finally allowed to speak for him.
In the moment, when he's leading his men through the tight quarters of an enemy base he forgets all about his social struggles. Orders barked out with confidence, and in a way you can hear he's fuckin' grinning as he barks out orders and information.
Hybrid Cafés existed in a sort of grey area. On the label they were for people who didn’t have hybrids, who wanted to interact with or even adopt a hybrid. A “step up” from shelters.
But in practice? At night hybrids were often kept in kennels. Guests could get private rooms and do whatever unsavory things they wanted.
Ghost thought he was a good man. Here for some tea and eye candy. But when he saw your twitching ears and fluffy tail? He immediately ordered a private room.
Ghost ran his gloved hands down your hips, almost reverently. As if this moment would pass too quickly for him to savor.
He leaned forward, carefully pushing you down against the bed. “Shh. It’s okay pretty thing, I’ll treat you good.” He whispered, eyes flashing with a predatory pleasure.
“I bet they don’t even give you birth control.. gonna fucking knock you up.” Ghost mumbled, working himself up with just the thought of making your stomach swell.
You gasped under him, instincts roaring within you. To run. To get bred. To go far, far away from this monster pinning you. To lay down and take it. The circle of life.
For a moment, he fantasized. Keeping you in his flat, heavy with a litter and owned. But that was a reach when he was always off on missions.
Ghost pushed his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. He could hardly wait, impatient to slam into you. He grabbed your shorts, and underwear and in one pull he tossed them onto the floor.
“Shhh.. no whining.” Ghost pushed your legs open, lining himself up. He pushed inside slowly at first, savoring the first thrust by taking his sweet sweet time.
Ghost couldn’t pace himself anymore, holding your thighs tightly against his body as he harshly slammed against you. Over and over.
Ghost really enjoyed having his own flat. It was quiet, everything was where he put it last, and he was in complete control of everything. His favorite thing to be in control over had to be his Demi-human, you. You trusted him so completely.
Ghost pressed his boot up against their crotch, eyes narrowing. “Keep your back straight.” He adjusted his leg, shin pressed up against your torso so he could make sure you could grind down on his boot properly.
Ghost leaned back on the couch. One of his hands held your leash taut, the other resting casually on the armrest as if this was just some entertainment, like an animal doing a trick. He relished in this view, watching you desperately rut your hips.
"Barely had to train you up. Such a good pet." Ghost tugged on the leash lightly. "Gonna cum on my boot?" He snickered to himself as he suddenly pushed his boot up against you.
Ghost took a moment to enjoy this view. A needy Demi-human at his feet. He adjusted the way he sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, kneel properly." He nudged your thigh with his boot.
Ghost examined the toys you had, a grin spreading across his face. "Dirty fuckin' slag." He looked down at them. "Just handing yourself over to your superior." He mumbled.
Such a dazed and willing Demi-human. Ghost palmed his growing erection, reminding himself to take his time. Even if this was the kind of thing his wet dreams were made of. And he planned to take his time and properly enjoy playing with you.
"Right. Is there enough brain in that head yours to pick out a toy?" Ghost pat your cheek, making you look up at him.
Ghost leaned forward, hovering over you. "Your little head must feel so floaty huh pet?" He caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. The hand caressing your cheek pressed a gloved thumb into your mouth. The tangy, filthy taste of his glove filled your mouth.
Ghost breathed harshly out of his nose at the visual. "Fuck. I need your mouth around my cock." He undid his belt, pulling his cock out. One hand roughly tangled into your hair, guiding your mouth down.
Simon "Just the Tip" Riley
Demi-human reader went into heat in the field and Ghost drags them into a supply closet while waiting for backup..
NSFW!
Ghost huffed, pressing his thigh forward to feel his teammate grind on him. "Fucking hell.. You really had to go into heat now, huh?" He growled.
It really was the worst timing. In the middle of an op they had been acting off, so Ghost dragged them into a nearby supply closet. At first he thought the stupid Demi-human had gotten hurt but then after a quick examination he saw it, their flushed face, their panting breaths. they had really gone into heat.
Ghost breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself. They were in deep shit. Ghost had to keep them quiet until backup could come collect them. He pressed his gloved hand over their mouth. "Shut up. Fucking idiot.. Going to reveal our location at this rate." He urgently whispered into their ear.
Ghost had to do something. He fumbled with his belt as quietly as possible. "Shh.. Just the tip okay? Just until backup is here." He mumbled. He reached forward, pulling down your pants to your knees.
Ghost who loves sniffing Demi-human Reader's undies..
NSFW! Stalkery Ghost!
Ghost had your routine memorized. Once you went off for your morning breakfast and workout, he'd slip into your room and open up their underwear drawer. He laid out some underwear on your bed, then dug through your dirty clothes bin looking for a freshly worn pair of your underwear.
Ghost pushed his mask up over his nose. He groaned as he pressed a piece of your dirty underwear against his face. The fresh smell of a Demi-human.. slightly musky and sweet..
He fished his cock out of his pants, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He mushed the leaking tip of his cock into the crotch of your underwear, shuddering. They wore these.. His mind raced, lost in their scent and the feel of their underwear wrapped around his cock.
The soft fabric was too much. Ghost quickly began jerking off into the underwear, panting and huffing against the worn pair. "Fuck! Fuck!" His hips jerked against his fist as cum spilled from him in thick ropes, covering the underwear he was jerking into.
Then the door opened while he was panting, dick softening in his hand. Ghost froze, looking over. "Oh..fuck.. I can.. I can explain..! Shh shh.." He covered himself, eyes wide as he tried to keep you from screaming.