Stories of filth

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(*when i say like a fish i mean thumb in the mouth on the jaw bone, rest of the hand clamping from under the chin)

I giggled when I saw this in my box. Yes please, grab me like fish.

John chose you because you were just so sweet. A shy little mouse, scurry around from office to office, building to building. You took blame for things out of your control, bowed your head when someone scolded you with a trembling bottom lip, and tears clinging to your lashes. Poor, sweet thing, stuck around brutes who couldn't handle you right.

"Didn't I tell you to report to me first thing this morning?" John looms over you the moment you enter his office, caging you between his body and the door.

"Yes, sir, but General Shephard -"

"Assigned you to me. If he gives you a problem, I'll handle it." He assures as he takes a step back. Your nose twitches nervously as you fiddle with your files.

"Sir, all due respect, the transfer is not complete yet, and -" You barely have time to register Price's movement before his thumb is pressed under your tongue. He dug his fingers into your jaw, pulling you up to look him in the eye.

"Want to respect me? Be good and listen. That's all I ask, okay?" He coos as he gently shakes your head. He watches the saliva pooling around his thumb, your tongue wriggling slightly against the intrusion. "Answer me."

You were exhausted. Back to back deployments, long ones that kept you away from base for weeks. Paperwork stacked up endlessly no matter how hard you tried to defeat it, and to make matters worse, you had run out of your favorite snacks.

Everything piled up so quickly it wasn't a surprise you were careening towards a breakdown. Simon didn't want to overstep. You weren't under the effects of the gas. You were grown again. You didn't need babying.

But you did need to get some food and some sleep, or you'd be useless to them. "Hey, rook, get up." Simon orders as he enters your office. He didn't call you kid, not since the incident. Instead, you graduated to rookie.

"I have two more files to take care of, I'm fine." You mumble as you shuffle through a set of papers. "Could use some coffee."

"You're going to sleep." He places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze. "Come on. Up."

"I'm not gonna!" You slap your palms down on the desk angrily, glaring up at Simon furiously. "Go away and leave me alone!" Simon stares down at you, but he doesn't glare. He just holds your gaze steady, gently kneading your shoulder.

You feel tears building in your eyes, a whine catching in your throat as you fight the weird fuzzy feeling brewing in the back of your mind. "It's time for bed, love. Does Papa need to carry you?" It was a bold choice to call himself that after all this time. You'd shown no signs of regression for the last six months until now. Your bottom lip juts out, eyes wide and nervous as they searched his masked face.

"Papa, carry." You slowly reach out one shaking hand, chest hitching as the floodgates open. "Papa!!!" You wail as he scoops you up, settling you onto his chest.

"Hey, shhh, little leech. Papa has you, don't cry..." He whispers as he sways you. "Poor thing... My poor baby." His chest feels warm as he holds you, bundling you against his chest like you were truly a wee babe. He was so selfish. Such an awful man for taking advantage of you like this. For wanting you to be so vulnerable that you need him.

"I'm a pretty bad reference." You joke one day during meal time, picking at your tray. "I'm autistic. That's already going to throw off your studies."

"Yes, but you're still human." Kyle insists, studying you with his eyes. You weren't sure where his eyes were, but you could feel them on you. "Humans are predators. My species are prey, and so is Simon." Simon lets out a sharp grunt, his form resembling what a snake looked like on your planet.

Only much larger.

"We are not prey. Ambush predator." Simon insists as he coils around your shoulders. He liked soaking up your body heat like a snake, too.

"Humans are endurance hunters. We're pretty far removed from using our instincts because of modern evolution, industrial revolution, all that. But they are still there." You explain as you finish your food, pushing your tray away.

"How can you be an endurance predator? You don't run." Johnny teases his fungal flower spiral opening and closing slightly. You'd learned quickly that his fungal growths worked almost independently of him, expressing his emotions for him.

"Want to see?"

Simon was fucking exhausted. The ship had two places for you that mimicked a human atmosphere. Your room and one that looked like a small forest with a lake. You hadn't run once, but every time Simon thought he had shaken you off, you would find him again. And again and again. For hours, he had tried to evade you.

He wound his way up a tree, high enough that he was sure you couldn't climb up and find him. He needed to sleep just for a few minutes, and then he would move. He woke to a soft rustling in the leaves beside him, body stiffening as he slowly opened his eyes.

You let out a shakey cry when he spanks your ass hard, arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. You'd been at this for an hour now, with no help from Johnny at all. You almost wished he would punish you with laps, or chores, or to clean the showers.

Instead, he wanted to he deep in your guts. He wanted to fuck you to tears before giving you something to really cry about. "Are you crying, solider?" Johnny scoffs, teasing his smoldering cigarette over your hip. Just enough to feel the heat. "If this is too much for you, maybe you aren't fit for my team."

"Shh, schatz, you're so loud." König coos as he caresses the tape over your mouth. "It wasn't too much before when you begged at dinner." He chuckles as he grinds against you, bumping your clit into Kyle's palm.

Kemonomimi+lolita reader lives in my head rent free, and I would like to request another part to it. Thank you, have a pleasant day/night

I use he/him, and it/itself pronouns also part 1

"These look beautiful on you." Simon murmurs as he smooths your skirt down. The hem just barely touches the top of your thigh highs, making goosebumps pop up on your skin. Almost fully covered, and you felt almost scandalized being seen like this. "Why so shy, pretty boy?"

"I've never worn these in front of anyone before." You whisper as he continues to smooth your skirt, massaging your hips as he went.

"I saw your blog, love. Don't lie to me." Your face flushes hot as you look away from the mirror.

"I never showed my face in those!" You hiss at him, squeaking when he pushes you closer to the wall. You brace your hands on either side of the mirror, shuddering at Simon's firm hand on the back of your neck.

"Look at yourself, sweetheart." Simon croons in your ear, squeezing the base of your neck softly. "Come on, pretty thing." You slowly look up at yourself, being rewarded with your skirt slowly being hitched up in the back.

"Simon, please -"

"I won't dirty your skirt, love, I promise." Simon murmurs, his voice soft in a way you'd never heard before. "So long without a pretty thing to touch... You get it, sweetheart. You just look so pretty." Simon lets go of your neck, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties.

You bite your lip hard when he slips them down, feeling them pool around your ankles. "I want you to watch while I make you feel good. If you stop, I'll stop. Can you do that for me, love?" Simon's calloused thumb circles your hole, pressing just slightly to hear your breath hitch.

"Yes, sir." You acrh slightly into his touch, eyes locked on yourself as you hear a familiar lighter clicking behind you.

It wasn't until he met König that he ever felt truly small. The Austrian towered over him with ease, but there was an awkward energy about him. Not as stoic as Ghost, or as intimidating as Price, just big.

Kyle pounced on him within a few days.

"Fuck, you're fucking perfect." Kyle whines, mouthing at Königs tits as he bounces on his cock. "Gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?" He moans as he looks up at him, fiddling with the edges of his hood.

"Slow down... Kyle - slow down, please?" König whines pathetically, digging his nails into Kyle's hips. "I've already cum - I already -" König slams Kyle's hips down onto his cock, cumming dry as his third orgasm hits him like a train.

"You call that cock sucking? How are you gonna take Dad's cock if you can't take mine?" He shudders when your tounge laps the bottom of his twitching t-dick. He didn't want to admit it. He couldn't, but you were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

You whine desperately when he tugs you up off your knees, squeezing your head between his thighs. He shudders, thrusting against your tongue when he finally reaches his peak. "You're going tonget rid of your panties, and you're going to learn to suck me off." The next yank to your panties is brutal enough to rip the fabric, a pained sob dribbling tears onto his thighs.

"You won't let our Dad down, you understand?" He grunts as he finally lets your head free, staring at the slick and tears all over your face. "Not after everything he's done for me and now you, runt." He gathers your torn panties up in his hands, pocketing them into his vest.

"Can I suck you off again, please?" You plea, staring down at his swollen t-dick. "I can get better, I promise." Simon chuckles softly as he grips your hair, tugging you back between his legs. God, you were just like him when he first started, when Dad first set his sights on him.

"That's what I like to hear, runt. You're going to learn today."

Potential and masculinity. He was going to mold you, train you, into a good man. A proper soldier like you were always meant to be if someone had stepped in sooner.

Once he had you transferred, he started you on testosterone immediately, despite your pushback. "Sir, I can hold my own just fine. I don't need a hormone boost." You insisted, shaking just slightly when the cold alcohol pad cleans your thigh.

"I am your captain, and I'm doing what is best for you, understand?" He holds your eyes as he gives you your shot, thumb roughly pressing the injection site when it's all over. "You should get rid of the panties." You flush at his words, avoiding eye contact as he pulls your pants back up and buttons them.

"Gonna make you a real man, Y/N. Understand?" He murmurs as he runs his hands through your hair. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" You shudder at his words, staring at his chest until he lifts your chin with your finger. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir. I'll be good." He smiles warmly at you, pressing a bushy kiss to your forehead. You didn't know how he knew; how he pieced together something you buried about yourself years ago. That's how he must've worked his way up to captain. Noticing the little things that everyone would let fly under the radar.

Someone so young shouldn't be ready for death.

He orders you to follow. When you don't, he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. You fight as best as you can; he'll give you that. You even bite him, but he barely feels it through his gear.

"Where did you get the kid?" Johnny chuckles when he sees your wild, dirty face.

"Found em. Ours now." He plunks you down into Johnny's arms, leaving you bewildered and shaking. Johnny doesn't even question it, helping settle you down into the seat beside him on the humvee.

Simon couldn't adopt you, being legally dead and all, so Johnny did. The first night home was horrible. Johnny had given you a spare bedroom to get comfortable in, but you hid away in the closet.

"We got some food. Pizza. You want a slice?" Simon sits down outside of the closet, gently prying the door open. "Don't gotta come out. Here." He slides the plate inside and lets the door close.

"You can't hide in there forever, kid." Simon coaxes softly when you slowly peak the door open a few minutes later. "Why don't you tell me your name?" You shake you head no. "How old are you?"

"Thirteen." You wipe your dirty face with your hand, grimacing slightly.

Your favorite food and snacks never ran out. Your rent never went up, and there weren't any restrictive or crazy rules that they expected you to follow. At least, you didn't seem to think so.

"Ah, phone. Now." Nikolai scolds, snapping his finger in your face. "Should we set a new limit on apps? It's outside time right now." You pouted slightly as you make a half-hearted effort to grab your phone back.

"Papa! It's too hot to go outside right now." You protest, but you still follow him when he walks outside.

"Oh, you poor thing. Arms up." He orders, not missing the way you glance nervously at the guests. "What? They have seen you in your underwear before. They've seen you in much less, too." He chuckles as he strips you down and tosses your clothes aside.

"Why don't you go run around in the sprinklers?" John suggests from his place at the grill, smirking at you between the billows of smoke. Nik gives you a pat to the ass, sending you off into the backyard to run around.

You could feel the eyes on you as you jumped through the long streams of water. It was fun after a few rounds, giggling as the cold water cooled your hot skin. It wasn't long until John called you back to the porch for lunch, holding your plate.

"Sit down." Simon orders, patting his leg. "I don't see the little one often... nice to see they behave themselves." He chuckles as you plop down on his lap, legs spread over his large thigh.

"Thank you, Dad." You take your plate with a smile; your burger already made the way you liked it. "Can I have dessert after?" Simon squeezes your waist tight, hand wandering down to cup your crotch.

"Doesn't appear to be, sir. There is no brain damage that we can see, motor functions, and nerve responses are normal." He explains, jingling his lanyard in the air to quiet your fussing. "You just have to take care of them for now. Until normal brain function returns."

He notices you chewing on the corner of his key card, yanking it from your mouth. You let out a little whimper, one hand shakily reaching for the new toy you'd found.

"Give it back." Simon orders firmly as he watches you tear up, your chest hitching with building sobs.

"I need this to get into other areas -"

"If you make them cry, I'll kill you, and you won't need a card at all." He threatens, heart twisting when you whimper even louder this time. The doctor all but drops the lanyard into your hands. You eagerly return the corner of the card to your mouth, chewing on it hungrily as you look over at Simon.

"Papa!" You slur around the small piece of plastic, your reaching hand redirecting to him. Simon stiffens a little as he looks down at you. He had carried you inside, but holding you for no reason felt weird. It wasn't for no reason, not really. You wanted to be held, and Simon's hesitation made you whine. "Papa?"

He carefully picks you up from the hospital bed, letting you cling to his torso with a pleased grunt. "I've gotcha, you little leach." He mutters, giving you a few gentle bounces. "You gonna keep fussing, or are you alright now?" You let out a sleepy grunt, letting the lanyard clank to the floor in favor of Simon's vest straps.

"Out of everyone they could pick, they chose you." Kyle snorts. "At least they're a sweet kid." He gently pinches your cheek, which makes you huff and clumsily push his hand away. "Shouldn't be a problem for us at all."

The moment he finishes speaking, you begin to cry.

It took two days for the effects to wear off. You woke up drooling on Simon's chest, grunting in confusion as your brain catches up with you. "Morning, baby..." Simon mutters as he pats your head, then patting your bottom. "Need a change?"

Your face flushes hot when you realize you're wearing a diaper, scrambling off of him and to your feet. "What the fuck happened?" Simon sits up, studying you for a moment before smiling slightly at you.

"The gas affects your brain, but not how we thought. Made you act like a baby." He explains, watching your face twist in mortification. "Hey, it's alright. You were only out for two days. Remember anything?"

"Not after the helicopter. I only remember feeling really warm. Safe?" You shrug, scrubbing your face with your hands. "God, you had to wipe my ass?"

"I've shoved guaze into your bullet wounds." Simon points out, proud to make you crack a smile. "Wiping your ass isn't a problem. Go get checked up, and make sure you're all good." He orders, watching as you leave for your barracks first, than the medics.

Simon was relieved to have you back. That the effects weren't permanent, and you would be back to your old self. But all he can think about was how good it felt to take care of you. He had made you feel safe.

He wondered if you'd ever be able to be small again on your own.

"You alright? Did you breathe it in?" Johnny asks immediately as the three of you clamor into the helicopter. Simon secures the rest of the capsules, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"A little. I'm fine, Johnny." You assure quickly, head swimming as you slump into your seat. Your face flushes hot, fumbling with your straps for your seat. Your fingertips tingle, hands clumsy like they'd been cast in concrete.

"The fuck is in these things?" Simon mutters as he cups your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "What is it? Feeling sick? Is it a powerful aphrodisiac?" He presses as Johnny secures you in the helicopter. You whimper as you try to form words, his stern tone bringing tears to your eyes.

Why were you crying? Why was everything so loud? Why couldn't you talk? Simon squeezes your face to get your attention, shaking your head slightly. "Hey, answer me. What's going on?"