#werewolf!ghost

[dmitriene]

thinking about werewolf simon riley, there's thick hair at his body, his arms and chest are covered in dark hairs that feel almost like fur, soft but also slightly rough because he doesn't take much care of it, and the same with his tousled tail and unruly hair on his head that sticks out to the sides messily, adorned with a pair of pointed ears, one of which is adorned with whitened scars that are missing hair.

half of the scars on his body are hidden under the thickness of his hair and fur, only those closer to the center of his chest are bare and wide, whitened with age, speckling his pale skin and broad back, stretching over the sharpened muscles of different lengths and shapes, scratches, healed gashes, bullets, rippling with every movement or stretch of simon's.

sharp fangs that are more often noticeable when he snarks or growls, lifting his thin lips and exposing his pointed teeth in order to scare away and tear unwanted, and with you to cover every area of your soft, pure skin with fresh traces of his possessive darkening bruises and toothprints, allowing simon to mark you from all those who are not wanted and let everyone know whose you are.

simon is as feral as a wolf and behaves like a barbarian, the instinct to mate makes him constantly keep you with him, without giving you the ability to go anywhere, he even prefers to have undressed all the time, thinking that the clothes are useless if he tears them to shreds anyway to fill you with his cock, but you scold him every time, so he doesn't complain, despite the rumbling whine slipping from his throat.

he's just a dog, all he thinks about is how to make sure his thick cum doesn't leak out of your pulsing hole, practically not letting you out of bed and the softness of the fluffy furs beneath, ravishing on your naked and supple body, clawing at your knees and pressing them upwards so he could pummel his meaty cock deep in your creamy pussy, ramming into your spongy spot, grinding his thick tip just so you'll tighten up and he could breed you again.

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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)

you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.

park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.

it was the full moon after all.

simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.

"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."

"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."

"i was told only deer hang around here."

he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."

"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."

he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."

you stilled, "so like an alien."

he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."

"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.

he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."

you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"

he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."

you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.

he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."

you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."

he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."

you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.

you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.

"mister simon." you squeaked.

"it's just simon."

"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.

"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.

usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.

the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.

you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.

that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.

the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.

"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."

(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)

[xo-codbby]

werewolf!simon x reader 🖤

18+, mdni, sex n the whole lot lolz. first time writing werewolf smut, forgive any mistakes 🫡🫣

"you touch yourself while i was gone, bunny?"

the question had been innocent enough but the way he had you under him in the bed made you shiver in anticipation, body trembling in pure pleasure. deft fingers pry your thighs open, two thick fingers dragging along your slick slit, collecting the honeyed essence on the tips of his fingers. a dark chuckle rolling off his tongue as his hums softly in satisfaction, dark brown eyes burning into yours before your taste dance along his tongue. he lets out a satisfied groan, a thick sound erupting deep from his chest as you watch his face darken in pure lust and love.

his broad frame shivers in delight but this time he has to restrain himself, its already so hard when his cock is aching for some relief. he bends slightly, his tongue trailing up the hollow of your neck as he growls softly collecting your taste to hold close.

"needy for me already, hm? didn't do a thing yet" he blows softly across your waiting cunt, his smile peeking through when he sees your poor neglected pussy twitch just for him. you don't even get to answer before you feel his thick finger slip deep inside you, slowly working and stretching you open. he's absolutely mesmerised by the sight, intently watching how your greedy pussy swallows his finger, revelling in the soft whimper you let out as he goes deeper.

"so tight for me, love. bet your little fingers couldn't stretch you out the way i can, huh?" he slides in another, soaking up the way you cried softly clenching desperately around his thick digits already so overstimulated from not being able to have any relief

"none of tears now, quit that crying baby" he coos softly, his face bending slightly as his nose brushes against your clit making you buck your hips

"feels s'good si" you murmur breathlessly trying to rock your hips against his hand only causing him to chuckle, gently tutting his tongue. he only lets his fingers do the work, curling upwards making you groan softly. you knew he was still pissed from earlier, back when he saw a recruit around you. it was bad enough he agitated from the loss of the mission but seeing you give a hug to the other man had set him off and you found yourself in his barracks with him reminding you just who owned you like this

"wonder if that bastard thinks he could get you like this" simon hissed out softly, retracting his fingers looking at your flushed face. the sight makes him so possessive, he's half determined just to fuck you in front of the recruit so he knows not to mess with his woman. but the other half is too selfish, not wanting to share with another man just how pretty you sound.

"si pleas-" your sentence gets cut off with a moan as he finally gives in, big hands wrapped around your thighs his thick tongue lapping against your opening before splitting you open drinking up your slick. it's all too much and not enough, he's mindful not to hurt you but the urge to claim you only grows higher. his hips rut against the mattress desperately, grunting into your cunt as he sucks on your clit

he doesn't let up his assault between your legs, the beast in him not satisfied even as his teeth scraped your skin gently leaving soft bruises against your skin. he usually would've let you cum a few times on his hands before he works you on his knot but tonight he feels needy, feels agitated still at the other man who had his filthy hands all over you

you were right on the edge, every nerve in your body set ablaze by the man between your legs. your body curls as he draws out your orgasm but he doesn't let you cum, not just yet anyway. he manhandles your body, pulling you up against his chest as the other shreds his trousers off shrugging them somewhere in the depths of the room

"mine. you're fucking mine, you understand that don't you?" every word is enunciated with a soft kiss as you nod quickly hands grasping on his chest feeling the muscles twitch under your touch eliciting a soft growl from his throat. you feel the head of his cock against your entrance as you gasp softly, legs shaking slightly as you breathe shakily

"it won't fit-" "i'll make it fucking fit, love"

the last bit of his resolve shatters, completely driven by his innate instinct to satisfy you. to mate you, to claim you. he roughly grabs you by your hips, lining himself up before pushing deep inside you, stretching you open and laying you bare. your walls hugged around his weeping cock, aching with pure need as he pulls you further on him.

his calloused hands smooth over your body, across your skin reverently for his own peace of mind that you really were in his arms. he adores how easily you seem to fall apart in his grasp, his thumb grazing over your nipples enjoying how you pressed up against him

he thrusts back into your needy cunt, feeling him twitch and pulse inside you as you moaned softly in his arms. barely able to support yourself as he holds you caging you between his muscles and the bed. desperately rutting himself into you to prove to you how devoted he was, how he was yours just as much as you were his.

"look how pretty y'look sucking up my cock, lovie. s'fuckin gorgeous" he pants, words slurred completely drunk on your taste and feel of you. completely lost in the way your warm walls flutter around him, coaxing him to drive further into you. it had been days since he wwas able to have you and now that he was nearing the months where he'd go into heat, he found it hard to compose himself like he usually could

"m'gonna cum baby" he moans causing you to cling onto him, both of you lost in ecstasy. his senses are in overdrive, hips sloppily moving as he captures your lips against his groaning at the taste of you. you can feel him grow needy, stretching you over his thick knot that was already swelling. his release on the cusp but he refused to let go until you were with him, until you were properly claimed

"need to cum" you whimper back and it's only when your ankles loop around his back that he loses his composure, rutting into you like the depraved animal he was. he drives you closer, deeper, your senses completely overpowered just as his were

with one last deep thrust, ghost pushes his knot burying it deep inside you both as he sends the pair of you over the edge. it's thicker than you remember, bigger than you thought but somehow he managed to make it fit like he promised. he spills into you, not willing to let you come down from your high as he humps into you. a soft groan as his face settles in the crook of your neck, stroking your back softly his hands steadying your waist his cock trying to bury deep inside your willing hole.

"y'did so good f'me lovie" he kisses your skin, gazing down at you with pure adoration you've never been loved so tenderly like this before. there you were sprawled out on his knot, in his arms, against him safe and sound. he might've been a beast to others, untamed and unrule but to you he was your simon. your sweet man who'd maim and kill for you

"i love you" your voice is so soft, you both weren't going anywhere tonight. he needed this just as much as you did, your body against his as he lazily tugs the covers around you both pressing soft kisses up your neck and cheek.

"i love you" he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, settling down once more as he pulled you close to his chest. the soft beat of his heart lulling you asleep, his warmth better than any blanket could provide you with. you know deep down its only a matter of time before you both go af it again but until then you rest up, cuddling close to the man you loved deeply more than anything.

i kinda gave up halfway through this LMAO my bad hope you enjoyed !

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

Trusting four men in the forest when you were lost was possibly the stupidest thing you could have ever done. Now you find yourself scrambling to escape their clutches.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or use with AI technologies.

[gothghostiie]

Once again thinking about either werewolf ghost or graves just absolutely plowing reader send tweet

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cw: knotting, rough sex, breeding

hmmm werewolf!ghost pining reader down, claws digging into their skin as he takes what he wants, theyre a moaning, mewling mess underneath him, begging him to go slower, he's too big, too rough :( poor thing is torn between pain and pleasure while his sharp canines dig into their neck while ye pushes his fat knot in, growling as he breeds their aching little hole. but not to worry, once he's done he'll gladly nuzzle between their legs and lick their poor hole to make them feel allll better

graves is more the type to coerce and coo at them while he holds them down, big hands slowly tugging at their clothes and taking them off, swollen tip teasing their tight hole while he coos at them, saying its okay, he'll be careful! that is until he's finally inside them. now rutting his hips into them hard while pinning their wrists, peppering kisses all over their neck and jaw while they moan and grunt loudly, he's just cooing at them, telling them how we'll they're taking him until he knots them; finally relaxing while pouring his load into them, just to lay down on top of reader to cuddle with them, knot still inside.

[gray-samael]

Summary of my craziness on twitter.

[thetravelingtyper]

One and the Same pt 1(Wolf!Simon X Gn! Sgt! Reader)

After a mission goes haywire and Simon is killed you and Riley escape into the woods...

Warnings! Angst, mentions of wounds, general violence, and hint of a character death...

AN! Just a little multi-part story to have some fun! Might be 2-3 parts!

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You had been running for hours, sweat and blood mingling sweetly down your face as you perked up at every sound in the forest—evergreens and oak, with warred and scared bark rough against you. To say you were in trouble was an understatement, but you made it out. Your tactical vest was long gone and the one weapon you had made you want to cry, the last of Simon's knives. Tears burn your eyes before a bark calls out like a signal of the end. Before you can climb a shape bursts through the darkening leaves and you are about to scream when the form barrels into you. 

You thought it was the end as your eyes closed, but a warm lick to your face has you crying out in joy.

“Riley! Thank Christ!”

The German Shepard, having torn free of her restraints cries into your side in excitement.

“Good fucking girl.”

You huddle into the dog a moment more before there is a far-off shout. 

Shit! 

It was starting to get dark but you needed to move. You check your right leg, the cuts weren't deep as you had struggled out of the man's grasp but he had gotten you good with his knife. You suck in a strangled breath as you get up and wrap your overshirt tighter around the wound. Riley jumps to attention. 

“You gotta lead me somewhere girl.’

She barks lowly, tips her head in the air, and looks back at you with sudden attentiveness. As she looks at you her ears perk up where there is a lone low howl somewhere behind you. You freeze as you suddenly hear the sound of yelling and gunfire. 

“We need to move, now.”

Riley takes off in the brush and helpless to the sounds of terror coming from the compound you take off after her.

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The sounds of terror go silent after about 10 minutes. You gulp as Riley barks to alert you and you blink when see a growing light.

It was a cabin! You ready the knife and whistle lowly for Riley, she returns to your side as you circle to the back of the building. You see a water hose that cheers you up, a bath sounds fantastic. But as you edge to the only door you find the cabin just opened and in a state of rushed abandonment, there is still a meal on the table.

After a quick scan and round of the parameter, you usher Riley inside quietly before shutting and barring the door.

All you can help yourself to do is find a quick meal and pass out on the thick rug.

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You are woken a few hours later by a low growl circling the cabin. Riley is awake and alert, a low rumble in her chest as you jump up, grasping for the knife before deciding you need to investigate.

You slowly make it out the front of the cabin at the edge of the light when you see it.

You yelp, It has found you. Before you was a beast of another age, a large timberwolf, drenched in shadows. It looks to you with burned ember eyes, face pulled into a snarl when Riley comes bounding from behind you. She makes no move other than to approach almost submissively, putting herself between you and the wolf. This flips a switch and a low growl reverberates from the beast, its enormous form ruffled and…slick? You gasp, you could see now there was blood soaking its course fur.

“It was you.”

The wolf goes silent when it hears your voice and you think you see something…change in the beast. Riley whimpers before barking at the wolf and its head tilts a fraction. There is a glint of steel and then you see the wire, through the light at the edge of the cabin, and the full moon, prickly wire has tangled itself in the wolf’s fun.

“Well fuck me buddy.”

You groan to yourself still tense, the wolf turning to you as you make up your mind.

“I better get some good karma for this shit 'cause God knows I need it. Alright, buddy-” you gesture the knife to the wolf and its eyes focus on the silver metal of the blade, glinting in the moonlight. A glint of recognition and the wolf does something that scares you shitless, it pounces.

One moment it's there then the next its lunging at you and you scream, dropping the knife in shock as a canine larger than an Irish hound comes at you. You scramble back as you hear Riley yelp, but? The next second you refocus you are on the ground with a heavy weight blanketing your form as a furry head burrows into your neck, a deep sniffing sound before there is a low whine.

You hear Riley scamper over in the dirt before you can turn your head to the side, she's fucking play-bowing! A puppylike enthusiasm that Simon always scoffed at, 

“She spends too much bloody time with Johnny.”

But now you about cry in relieved laughter. You test your sanity a little more by reaching a searching hand and brushing the wolf, at your touch the beast only whines more, digging further into your prone form. The whines almost sound like cries and it's eerie hearing and seeing such a reaction from a wild animal. But you weren't one to look a gift wolf in the mouth.

“Hey, can I get up big guy?”

You turn your face up and are met with a scarred canine face with brightened umber eyes that dilate when they make contact with yours. You open your mouth again to speak but are met with a warm tongue dragging across your face frantically as the woll lifts itself off you and about licks you half to death. 

You gasp out before wiggling under the beast. 

“What is wrong with you mutt? Jesus stop!” 

And it does with an alarmingly amused-sounding huff. The wolf steps backward, letting you up before it sits on his haunches. In the low light, you make note of something else, a strange white and grey tinted marking over the wolf's face, you pull yourself up and find that the wolf comes up to your stomach. Riley pads over to it and sits beside it as the wolf's head dips to hers and nudges it with a low growl. She just whines, pressing licks to the wolf's face as you finally approach.

A shaking hand reaches for the wolf's head and there is a tear of fabric as something comes loose in your hand, you gasp.

Simon’s faceplate!

You look down at it in shock, tears filling your eyes at the remembered sight of his lifeless body tossed into the cell next to you, whatever they injected him with taking him quickly. As you clench the faceplate tears run down your tipped-down face, gathering blood and dirt before hitting the ground. SImons knife glimmers at your feet kicked to the side during your confusion, and as you silently reach for it a large paw covers the handle. There is a low whine before a snout comes into your vision as the wolf dips its head in your way. You try to reach for the knife but your hand is bumped by its head. You reach again only for the same thing to happen and you can’t help the frustration welling up in you.

On the third attempt you snap,

“WHAT!?”

The wolf freezes and you hear Riley whine, leaving her place to nuzzle at your side as you drop the faceplate to ball up your fists as untethered grieving rage barrels through you. You give a clenched scream before kicking the face plate and swinging around as you give a pained wail, finally able to safely cry. You drop to just sit in the dirt, putting your head in your hands as you cry. There are a few minutes of you just sobbing, getting the trauma and pain out before a large form approaches and the face plate is dropped in your lap. You look up.

The wolf stands staring at you, umber eyes dark in the moonlight. It just stares at you and you gape at it.

“I never got to tell him I loved him.” You just mutter a blank stare past the wolf, through it more as you disassociate, hands grasping for the skull like a lifeline. The words are barely a whisper but the wolf’s eyes widen as there is another shock of recognition, the wolf stumbles backward and you look up as it just sits and stares at you, its eyes dilated and wide.

You just numbly acknowledge the sight as Riley pads over and nuzzles into you. You just clutch the mask tighter before spotting the knife. You had one thing you could do. You push the feelings down into the back of your mind before scooping up the knife and mask. 

The wolf just watches you as you approach it and run a hand through its fur, not even flinching as you cut and untangle the wire. It is only when you move back, finished with the bloody task does it move. As you wrestle with the wire you curse when you cut your hand before tossing it at a bush, the branches effectively trapping the wire. You move to leave for the cabin when there is a gruff bark. You look to the wolf as it stands shaking itself off before looking into your eyes, some strange resolution set in its eyes. 

“You can go free bud. Come on Riley.” 

The shepherd hops up at your call and looks to the wolf before racing towards the cabin. You turn to follow but there is a padding of feet and the wolf comes to stand alongside you. You move forward into the light flittering through the trees, but the wolf only follows.

“Why are you following, you need to go you are free now.” You think of Simon and swallow down your tears, the emotion bleeding into your voice but the wolf only pads forward and knocks into your hand, the plate bumping up its snout so the mask rests over its eyes. 

The eye holes are not wide enough but in the growing warm light, one umber eye of the wolf shines through the wide empty sockets and your heart freezes.

You know those eyes.

You drop the mask and it tumbles to the ground as your hands shake, knife clenched between tense fingers. The wolf looks back up at you before digging its head into your chest as your heart pounds and realization lights up like a starburst.

“No, I saw you die, they locked you up, then they-” There is a low growl, deep from the wolf's chest as it, no he curls around you, haunches raising. 

Don't you dare say that. 

You could hear the warning as clear as day in the growl, what they had done to you. Your cuts were clear through the shirt you wore and the drenched overshirt around your leg. 

“Simon?” You breathe it out and the wolf rumbles, head turning into your chest as you drop the knife and latch onto him.

“What have they done to you? But you're alive!” You sob into the neck of the wolf as you feel him rumble. You think then, the strange realization before you freeze pulling back almost ashamedly, looking away from Simon, whose eyes focus on you.

“So about that confession, can we just for-”

Wolf Simon growls lowly and you feel a blush run up your face, he tucks his snout into your palm before butting both against your frantically beating heart. The action speaks wonders and steals your breath as you gape at him. Your head dips as fresh tears run, but there is a bark from the cabin and a sound of thunder above.

“We better get inside and clean up.”

Simon looks up to you before dipping his head in a nod and moving back, but he remains close enough to brush along your side as you both make it to the safety of the cabin before the storm unleashes a torrent below.

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Idk how to word prompts but like Ghost turning into a werewolf but he regresses as well from how stressed out he was all day from the full moon (maybe Gaz, Price or Roach see him?? Idk you decide) -🐯

You get a drabble :33

It's probably not perfect I wrote it at 5am

He growls at first. His body all sorts of different, scars and chopped fur after his transformation. A large majority of the scars due to Roba's "care". Or lack thereof. He was about the size of a Saint Bernard, but less fluffy. Just big, if not a little bigger than a saint Bernard.

Ghost is untrusting with everyone. Getting a scent helped though. He had to be reintroduced almost every time, unless he was feeling really small. His headspace could reflect on what size he was when he transformed, but not after that.

The full moon rapidly approaching had him in shambles. Prepping everything, foods, a change of clothes for after. Making sure everything was perfect... It wasn't even that big of a deal. Johnny just couldn't know.

Outside of food, and some wolf necessities, he was taking care of Soap. He purposefully got him regressed and hyper all day so he would sleep the whole night. Maybe he shouldn't have done it with sweets, but he did what he had to do. It worked, Soap was tuckered out and he was getting a full night's sleep.

Ghost was not. He was pulling his things outside, the food and a large dog bed. He didn't want to even be inside on the off chance that Soap would look for him.

It couldn't come fast enough. The full moon taking its rein over the night sky. It almost reflected blue off mirrors facing the moon.

Ghost simply blinked up at it, exhaustion taking him as he managed his painful transformation. A wolf, bigger than a saint Bernard but not by much. His size stunted slightly compared to other werewolves, he could blame his family for that. The lack of nutrients, safety, and pack bonding growing up was hard, mentally and physically.

He had those things now, except for the lack bonding... It was dangerous, but he wasn't going to let Soap know. He'd be upset.

The stress was catching up to him. All his worried about Soap learning about him.. they, too, managed to burrow into his head and stay there. Clouding it in fuzziness.

A whistle got his attention, ears perking up as his head whipped around. Gaz had a specific whistle, this was more like his. Price's was more generic.

"Cmere, boy." Gaz called to him, sitting on a crappy piece of lawn furniture as he beckoned him closer. He must be tracking the moon cycle. The last two times, it was Gaz who was there. Always with toys or games.

His tail wagged, suddenly pulled out of his upset mood. The fuzziness stayed, but it didn't feel hindering. More like freeing. Like a pup. Simon dashed up to Gaz, plopping his furry bottom on the ground next to him.

"good boy, you wanna play, si?" Gaz 100% used the tone people typically reserve for puppies. He hair couldn't help it, Simon was both adorable, and lacking his usual bite.

Simon eagerly agreed.

Play time laster far, far longer than it should have. Gaz's hands were gross with spit covered toys that he threw for Ghost. And Ghost was tuckered out. The rules were strict, which also got him sleepy. No barking, no yipping, no growling (unless it was playful). The barking could wake up Soap, his own rule to follow.

The dog bed was accompanied by the both of them. Gaz sitting down first then Simon joining, laying his big head on his lap while he still panted from the toys. It was all so good. For now, he forgot he was scared. The toys still caught his eyes, but then he averted them when the distraction got annoying.

"You did good, Si, sleep it off...." Gaz muttered to him as he pet the coarse fur throughout Ghost's body.

A wet snoot pressed against Gaz's cheek in a few seconds. He got a lap full of heavy, whiney wolf. He didn't want to sleep... He wanted pets, and cuddles, and Johnny... Soap wasn't an option, so he had to stick to the other two.

"I know, si..." Gaz wheezed out. He still hugged Simon even though he was too heavy for a lap dog... Lap wolf?

Loud whimpers came from him as he pressed his snoot up against Gaz's chin instead. Whining and huffing.

The affection was nice, if only it actually soothed the ache in his chest. He wanted Johnny to pet him, tell him he was good too.

It just wasn't in the cards.

Gaz softly stroked Ghost's fur until the whining stopped and he slumped against him instead. The dog bed grew more uncomfortable, but Gaz didn't dare leave. He kept a sad Ghost in his lap.

Whispered assurances got Ghost shifting so Gaz could breathe, then scratches behind the ear had him wagging his tail again. Happier, at least a little.

His head came to rest back on Gaz's thigh. Simon let himself breathe and just be a puppy for now, despite his big size. Gaz was there, that's all he could ask for. Someone to watch over him.

[sergeantnex]

Werewolf!Ghost x Trans!Soap: Sensitve Senses (Smut)

Ghost was already an intimidating guy, standing at six foot four and built like a brick house. The Lieutenants' senses were sharp, seemingly better than laser sharp at that. It didn't take long into being paired with Ghost for Soap to learn that his teammate was different. It became clearer when Graves betrayed everyone that things became clearer to the Scottish male. Soap's arm bleeding from the gunshot wound, making his head feel hazy. He fumbled upon trying to stand only to fall on the rain-soaked ground with a heavy groan. Soap laied there for a bit before slowly getting up. Ghost's thick Manchester accent finally came through the comms channel, asking him how everything was. Ghost kept Soap company as he struggled to make his way to the church.

"It's pishin' it doon out here.." Soap commented.

"Speak English." Ghost groaned back through comms.

"It's rainin' fuckin' hard!" Soap grinned as he spoke back.

"Then say so." Ghost chimes back quietly, doing his best to gauge how well Soap is actually doing.

"I did!" Soap chirps back a smile being heard in his voice.

"Rains good, it'll cover your tracks. Washes away the scent of your blood and you." Ghost responds without thinking.

"My scent??" Soap questioned as he continued to move forward, looking for materials to craft protection.

Ghost wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply told Soap to focus on getting to the church. Soap chooses to say nothing and instead pay attention to his surroundings. Ghost kept thinking of different ways to explain to Johnny that he wasn't human and that instead, he was a werewolf. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was impossible to explain. Lightly scratching the back of his head, Ghost moved to focus back outside the church. He kept talking to Soap, hoping that the other male would forget. When he finally met up with Soap, he felt bad for making the male swim through the tunnels. The hole in Soap's arm from the bullet looked bad. They would have to get somewhere safe so Ghost could treat his arm properly. They both slid into a pickup truck, and with Soap covering them, Ghost hit the gas.

Ghost drove over the barb wire swiftly, turning the truck around corners and down streets away from the Shadows. The drive to the one place Ghost knew was safe would be several hours away, Alejandro's safehouse. Glancing at Soap, he wasn't sure if Soap would last that long. Despite finding a stim, his teammate looked ready to drop from blood loss and exhaustion. They were barely five miles from the city of Las Almas when Ghost pulled to the shoulder of the road. Johnny looked at the male confused as Simon stepped out of the truck and walked over to the passenger side. Simon said nothing as he grabbed what little medical supplies he had on him and laid them out on the dashboard. It would be enough to buy them time until they reached the safehouse. The wind from the windows being shot out had helped Johnny dry off quicker, letting Simon smell the Scots natural scent.

The smokey smell of firewood graced with the sweetness of brown sugar, a tingeness of copper from the males blood and musk from the male sweating all mixing perfectly. The sweetness made no sense to Simon. It was like nothing he had smelled on a male before. Ghost pulled Soap's sleeve up as much as he could, allowing him access to the wound. As he looked at the bullet hole, Ghost grew frustrated when he saw no exit hole. That meant the bullet was still in his arm, possibly digging deeper with each roll of muscle. Deciding it would be best to dig the bullet out at the safehouse where he had more access to supplies, Ghost began work. Something about Soap drove Ghost's inner wolf wild, so without hesitation or thinking, Simon moved. Lifting the bottom of his mask just enough to show his mouth, Simon leaned in and began licking at the wound. At first, Soap groaned and flinched at the pressure and burn, but then he tried pulling his arm away from the Brits tongue.

A low growl alerted Johnny to stop fighting the male as he worked on clearing the blood away from the wound itself. When Simon pulled away, Johnny was thrown off by the black sclera surrounding the chocolate brown irises. Ghost licked his lips like a predator before focusing on the task at hand, patching Soap up. Soap said nothing as Ghost gently placed gauze on the wound before using electric tape found in the truck to bind it down. Ghost double-checked the patch job before taking a small step back, taking a minute to think of something to say to Soap. The male at least deserved some form of explanation regarding his actions.

"Does this 'ave somethin' to do with my scent?" Soap questioned slowly, piecing things together about Ghost.

"It does. This may come off unbelievable, but I am a werewolf." Ghost said calmly, studying Soap for reactions of disbelief. If anything, it looked as though Soap was thinking back on things.

"No, it makes sense the more I think 'bout it." Johnny explained now, looking at Ghost in a newly found light. Simon says nothing as he just moves back and closes Soap's door before moving back to the driver's seat. Ghost begins driving toward the safehouse once more, the ride becoming silent. At a glance, anyone could tell Soap was lost in thoughts, staring off at the road as they drove. Before Ghost could question Soap as to what he was thinking about, the crispness of the brown sugar in the males' scent grew stronger. Ghost glanced out of the corner of his eyes to see Soap clench his thighs slightly and shift in his seat. Feeling his system rush with the realization that Johnny was becoming aroused.

"Hey Lt, can I ask a strange question?" Johnny asked lightly, squeezing his thighs more to apply friction to his cock. Ghost nodded as he focused his eyes on the road before them.

"If you fuck in your wolf form, do you have a knot than?" Soap boldly asks quietly watching Ghost from the corner of his eye. Ghost stiffened slightly and quickly looked from the road to Soap before looking back at the road. Soap started to snicker at the other males' reaction to the question, as though he hadn't just asked such an intimate question.

"In my werewolf form, yes my uh- my autonomy changes to more canine looking autonomy." Ghost replied, clearing his throat, not expecting such a question from the Sergeant. That brown sugar scent was stronger than the firewood, the sweat, and the blood. Ghost wanted to curse his enhanced senses, but when he could see Soap's hand moving to touch himself through his pants, Ghost couldn't help but feel relieved. Simon continued to take side glances at Johnny rubbing between his own legs softly, in hopes of not getting caught. Simon let his right hand let the stirring wheel and gently rest on Johnny's thigh. Giving a soft squeeze before letting his thumb rub the fabric of the males pants. Johnny moved his hands forward, making a bold move to bring Simon's right hand towards his sex. Ghost took a deep inhale and gently pressed his hand further forward.

He was surprise to not feel the swell of a hard cock waiting for him, instead he felt Soap's pants wetting with slick. It made now clicked to Ghost why Soap had scars at his pecks. It explained the now syrupy sweet brown sugar scent. Ghost softly groaned in pride as he let his hand undo Soap's pants. Johnny lifted his hips and tugged his pants and underwear down enough that Simon had full access to his aching cock. Simon gently pressed his middle finger to Soap's hard cock rubbing slow circles. Johnny gasped and let put a soft moan as he opened his legs further. Simon gently slides his middle finger and ring finger down towards Johnny slick entrance, the fabric of his glove dampening with the excitment. Simon couldn't help but groan when he felt Johnny roll his hips up against his fingers. Ghost gently pressed his fingers in letting them sink down to the knuckle.

"Damn Johnny, the thought of me fucking you and breeding you in my werewolf form got you this eager?" Simon questioned now beginning to pump his fingers in and out of Soap's eager entrance. The males' walls clenching and fluttering with pleasure as the fabric of Ghost's glove provided extra stimulation. Johnny said nothing as Simon worked his fingers in and out of his heat, the werewolfs' finger curling just right. The moans that began leaving Johnny's lips were pure sin, Simon curled his fingers again, eager to hear it more. His thick fingers curled, rubbing and tapping against Soap's g-spot perfectly. The action pulls more and more noises from the male, each one sounding more desperate than the last. Johnny could feel his slick soaking the seat under his ass as his Lieutenant worked him open. Soap let his fingers move to his cock, gently rubbing as he tried to desperately fuck himself on Simon's soaked gloved fingers.

Simon couldn't take it anymore as he pulled the truck to the shoulder of the road once more. He used his left hand to put the truck into park and shut it off. Ghost shifted, so he was facing Soap, gently replacing his fingers with those of his left hand. His tongue licking at his right gloved fingers before fucking his fingers a bit harsher into Soap. Johnny's head tips back as he moans louder, his thighs beginning to shake with pleasure. The Sergeant would be lying if he said he had felt such pleasure and bliss before. His brain short circuiting as he now took in the feral sight of Ghost fingering him. Ghost's honey brown eyes slightly shimmering with unnatural amber hues as his sclera began to turn black once more. Soap's legs fell further open as his pants and underwear fell from his knees to his ankles. Ghost groaned at the beautiful sight, his gloves and seat soaked with Soap's excitement. Ghost could feel Soaps' walls beginning to grip tighter around his fingers, doubling his effort Simon began pressing his fingers up and down. The motion bouncing Soaps' body and drawing more desperate noises from the male.

"That's it, Johnny cum for me. Just like this." Simon praised as he took in the sight of Johnny's blue eyes rolling back. The Scots moans, turning to loud whines and mutters of Simon's callsign as he begins to come undone. His walls milking Simon's fingers with his release as he rides himself through the pleasure. Simon is eager to keep Soap looking so beautiful, so he continues to work him through the pleasure until Soap is mewling for him to stop. Determined to at least make his Sergeant cum once more, Ghost kept harshly pumping his finger into Soap's soaked sex. Johnny  couldn't find the words to express the sensation of something building within due to his mind being overwhelmed. The deep pleased rumbling that crept from Simon's throat made the dam break. Ghost felt himself fill with pleasure and pride as a rush of clear liquid squirted against his hand and splattered on the dash. Simon stops letting his finger rest inside of Johnny's dripping sex as the male catches his breath. Simon presses up his mask enough to kiss Johnny's lips softly before moving to kiss on the males' neck. Soap moans softly as Ghost eases his fingers out of him, the males' movements slow and gentle. Ghost gently tugs Johnny to face him, his larger hands opening the males legs more. Before Soap can get words out, Simon lowers himself to lap at the males' sex.

His tongue cleaning away the mess that had been made by the two of them. Soap's thighs twitch and squeeze around Simon's head in overstimulation. Despite the overstimulation, he doesn't push Simon away. He let's the male eat him like a starved man cleaning away his slick and cum with his tongue. Finally lifting himself away, Simon licks his lips as he looks the Soap's blue eyes. Johnny offers a breathless smile that reads greatly of exhaustion and bliss. Chuckling Simon helps the male get dressed before encouraging him to sleep while he gets them safe. With no energy to fight Ghost, he nods, accepting the help in getting dressed again. Once Simon gets Johnny situated, he turns back to the road, turning the truck back on and shifting it into drive. Simon glances every so often towards Soap, seeing the male fall asleep happily. Ghost smirks under he mask before putting his whole focus on the road.

[ghcstao3]

werewolf ghost au where soap will fully take advantage of ghost not having hands when he’s shifted to do dumb things like put socks on ghost’s paws just to see him do that funny walk dogs do when things are put on their feet. and ghost obviously puts up with it because it’s Soap but he’s never happy about it

[itch-my-b0nez]

i had two panic attacks today, i deserve a little treat

that treat is going to be writing omegaverse/werewolf au smut about ghost in my head while listening to an appropriate playlist

there’s no shame in it, it’s my treat

[generic-otterpop]

my tiktok is completely corrupted with COD men. like i somehow am down deep for werewolf!ghost and some concept of kidnapper!konig

[ethereal-night-fairy]

you know what i'm here for😏😏😏

asking for crumbs on Silver Tongues Like Bullets because that delicious fic haunts my mind✨✨✨✨✨

Thanks for asking boo! 💋 Enjoy a little snippet of the next chapter.

“Darling! Please listen! We aren't trying to hurt you!”, safe to say you don't listen as you circle the sofa for the umpt time in the last two minutes. You're vibrating with fear, they've just finished whatever they were doing in that spare room of theirs. Your forever prison, if they get you in there. You've been tightroping on a knife's edge for the last four days, making sure they don't get their hands on you for any reason! You weren't going to let all your hard work go to waste! You watch them circle around you like you're prey while you try to find any sliver of a chance of escape from your predicament. “Look, we know this situation isn't ideal but we promise it isn't forever.”, you watch Price put his hands up in surrender. Trying his best to look non threatening while Ghost moves to watch everything unfold from the comfort of the far wall. As if you'd believe that. Not after everything they've done. You send a particularly nasty glare towards Ghost while thinking that. Price stays back while the younger two of the four men decide to close in on you. But the second they move you bolt.

[leowritesshit]

Ok- I'm gonna work on the Werewolf!Ghost fic I have in WIP-

Uh- I want to at least make the first chapter 1.5k words so ye-

I don't have a distinct plotline planned but I do know at the end I want them to be "Married" in a metaphorical sense. Idk how I'll do that but I'll figure it out when we get there.

(I honestly think Ghost would be apprehensive to marriage because he believes it's bullshit but shhhhh)

[mirror-mariposa]

Promoting my werewolf!Ghost fic bc heho I have brainrot

Anyways if you like COD and werewolves and Ghost you’ll like this fic where I turn Ghost into a werewolf

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.