#owner!simon

pairing: owner!simon “ghost” riley x pet!reader

summary: your boyfriend thinks it’s time to claim you

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you don’t know how your relationship with your boyfriend became this, not being able to pinpoint the exact switch, but you’re not complaining!

simon noticed your submissive tendencies in his first conversation with you, the way you couldn’t hold eye contact, stuttered over your words when he placed a big hand over your thigh, calling him “sir” when answering his questions. oh, you were just perfect for the brit.

so it came as no surprise to the man when you started exhibiting signs.

you’d greet your boyfriend at the front door every time he’d come home, feet shuffling down the hallway when you heard his key twisting the lock. some days, your excitement for your boyfriend’s return overrides every neural pathway in your brain, you opting into napping in front of the front door while waiting for simon, tiny body curled up for warmth. “m’ sweetheart waitin’ for m’, hmm? she miss m’?” he’d coo, bending down to your spot on the floor, caressing your precious head.

he’s sitting at his desk at home, desperately trying to catch up on his paperwork from his last mission, when he sees your tiny body appear in the doorway. simon, dropping everything he was doing, “ya need somethin’, luvie’?” accent gruff. you walk over to him, “can i just sit with you, sir?” barely above a whisper. wanting to see where you were going with this, your boyfriend nods his head, rolling his chair back. he watches you step towards him, reaching his arms out to hold you when you drop to the floor, the brute’s confused features dissolving when he realizes what you’re doing. crawling underneath his desk, perching yourself in between his massive legs, head quiescent on his size 13 boot. this ultimately became the new norm in simon’s home office, your boyfriend surprising you with a fluffy pink rug to settle on. he hated the thought of you lying for hours on his hard, cold floor while he worked, making a change when he recognized your continuous behavior. a satisfied purr leaving you as you scurried to your new mat, “thank you so much, sir!”

the brute took it a step further, waiting a few weeks to observe the way you interacted with your first present, before he decided it was time to move forward, to advance you.

you’re laying on your rug, feet on top of your boyfriend’s, when you feel him move backwards, “m’ have somethin’ for ya,” his eyes roam across your body, “c’mere’,” he motions his fingers towards his sweet girlfriend. you’re on your hands and knees without delay, crawling to simon’s side, sitting on your shins when you’re freed from the desk. he reaches his arm to you, large hand swallowing your cheek, “such a good girl,” swiping his thumb over your lip, “so obedient.” a whimper leaves you, the brit tsking, turning away. he smirks when he feels you squirming for more of his attention, grabbing two bowls from his desk, a pink, heart-shaped one and a yellow, star-shaped one, your eyes lighting up at the gifts. “sometimes we can be in here for a long time, can’t we, baby?” he’s talking to you again, gaze peering down at you through his mask. he waits for you to nod your head, “love feedin’ ya snacks, givin’ ya water on those days. makes m’ heart happy, takin’ care of yer pretty self,” your heart melts, the man ruffling your hair. “tha’s why m’ got ya these,” your boyfriend hands the bowls to you, “think it’ll be easier to snack with.” what a great decision, you now having a nest man cave in your favorite place! simon loved this too, admiring the curvature of your round ass when you arched your back for snack time, the bowls teetering when your head hit the sides. why didn’t he think to get you these bowls sooner!

then the nickname slipped, a silent pause taking place between the two lovers. your boyfriend’s massive body sat on the couch, your back laid across his meaty thighs. the man was rubbing your stomach, low purrs escaping you, heavenly sounds healing each crack in simon’s soul when he said it, “oh, little pup like tha’?” the two of you may as well have been in a staring contest, both parties unsure of what to say, how to fill in the awkward gaps. then you took a leap of faith, “yes, sir,” another purr departing your chest as you nuzzled your stomach into his hand, “wan’ more, sir.” and who was simon to resist his sweet, little pup?

it took simon a few more weeks to wager the correct time to present his next gifts to you, the man wanting to be wholeheartedly confident in his suspicions of you. he didn’t want to scare you, run his beautiful girlfriend off. the bloke couldn’t be separated from you, knowing you were it for him. it would shatter him knowing he was the reason you left, but, simon would always bet on himself.

“sit, little pup,” you heard your boyfriend command, seeing him point to the spot beside him. you’re over to him instantly, knees supporting your weight as your doe eyes look up to his. he kneels down, his giant stature still hovering over your smaller form, “ya been a real good, little pup. so, so good,” he’s petting your head, smiling at your energetic bouncing, you loved when he praised you! “needed to get ya somethin’. show ya how proud m’ am of ya.” it comes into view, your boyfriend’s gripping a pink, sparkly collar, along with a pink leash to match, “m’ little pup, ya wan’ to be claim by m’?” eager nods took place, your boyfriend stumbling back when you threw yourself into his arms, little body wrapping around his as he catches his balance. “i would love to, sir! i wanna’ be your pup,” you couldn’t stop your nudging against simon, the brit returning the affection, rubbing his girlfriend’s back.

you wear the pretty collar everywhere, only choosing to take it off when you had to shower. you loved being owned by your compassionate boyfriend, not caring what people in public thought about your new necklace. your owner was the only person that mattered! and he told you you looked beautiful in it! he wouldn’t lie to you, besides, people wouldn’t stare at you for too long, eventually seeing the hand that was holding your leash, and fuck, was your boyfriend a terrifying sight? the deadly glares he would send the blokes? you wouldn’t try him either. i mean, the man was an ex-trained military lieutenant who used to kill people, come on!

and the sex he would have with his little pup? pulling on your leash, the pretty collar choking you as he thrusted into your tight cunt. tears escaping your eyes as you tried to catch your breath, face turning red from the lack of air. “pathetic little, bitch,” your boyfriend grunts, loving the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. releasing the collar, he kisses your cheek, intoxicated on the critical sounds of air making its way to your lungs.

or when he’d be standing in front of his body mirror, hand clinging your leash as you’re sat in front of him. “go ahead, pup,” his free hand waves to your reflection, “get to work.” your grinding your pussy against his boot, moans splitting from you when you feel your clit brush against the tip. “tha’s right,” you quicken your pace, hands moving to the floor to steady yourself, “watch ya fuck yerself on m’ dirty shoe,” he pulls the leash up, collar making your head raise to see yourself better in the mirror.

Omg I’m glad you liked it I was so nervous about posting it but ofc I’ll give you more! And I made it a farmer au because yeah!!!

Cw: Spanking + MeanFarmer!Simon + CowHybrid!Reader + PuppyHybrid!Soap + lactation

When I said that you’re an extremely good girl for Simon I really meant it, he’s strict about his household and what he allows you and Johnny to do, there is no room for arguments, you tried that when you first arrived on the farm and it was quickly corrected by Simon and resulted in your obedience and a sore ass later that day which he promptly also took care of. Now you’re the most “spoiled” thing on his farm but you like to think it’s the opposite some days. You do let Simon milk you daily but of course Johnny has to be there while you’re practically at your most vulnerable :(

You moan and writhe in his heavy grip, he keeps you locked and still over a bucket, there’s machines made just for cow hybrids but Simon prefers the old method: “Not buying a thousand dollar machine for something I can do for free with my hands” he’d said when you first complained.

The milk spurts into the pail in intervals, Johnny squirms watching your expressions so intently, it morphs from pain immediately into pleasure when Simon pinches your nipple in between his fingers, fuck it feels so damn good, and maybe just maybe having another set of eyes on you intensifies the atmosphere.

And when you’re all done Simon lets Johnny indulge all he wants, for being a good pup and waiting patiently he gets to wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle all he wants.

poor pup is just sitting there dazed as simon takes care of their sweet girl ):

all johnny knows is that simon’s head has been between your thighs for a very long time, back arched against the sofa cushions and curved claws digging into the flesh of your owners back

and all johnny can do is whine and beg for a taste, pressing his face into your neck so he can huff on your solvent scent. only for simon to grab him by his ‘hawk and shove him off you, shushing your whines

I'm trying to find two different poly 141 fics

1. It's a petplay story with Ghost as f!reader's owner, who set up a play date with gaz's pup (named 'Captain'- it's Price) to try to get reader bred. Ghost muzzled reader before Gaz arrived. This is smut, and I found it on Tumblr.

2. It's a darker story that I'm pretty sure I found a while back. The 141 kidnapped the reader and her friend because they wanted the friend. Eventually they realize that the friend is horrible and is abusive to reader and I think they wind up locking the friend in a shed or the basement. I don't recall if this was smut, and I could have read it here or on AO3.

pairing: owner!simon “ghost” riley x pet!reader

summary: your owner helps you follow your new diet

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“promise ya don’ needa do this, pup,” your owner tells you, large hand petting the crown of your head, “yer perfect jus’ how ya are.”

you were knelt in front of simon, pretty pink collar secured around your neck, tag glistening in the light. you’d hadn’t been happy with your eating habits lately, your poor stomach feeling the effects every night. a victim to your sweet tooth, it was easy for you to get carried away with dessert, always having room for a second and third cookie! starch— white bread, fried potatoes, crackers— it was so much better than wheat. and your soda intake? you’d been drinking more soda than water, hell, soda was your water!

requesting your owner to change up your diet, being stricter with healthier choices, it left the brute slightly confused. simon didn’t feed you junk food all the time, but he wouldn’t deny you when you asked. you made sure to eat all your fruits and vegetables he put on your plate, and you were such a good, little pup, the brit didn’t want to deny any rewards!

“did someone say somethin’ to ya? hurt yer feelin’s?” the man questioned, hand moving to the underside of your chin now. rapidly shaking your head, “n-no, sir!” clutching his tatted bicep next, “just know i should start taking better care of my body. i’m always hurting at night.”

your owner’s confusion turned into concern, cooing, “oh, pup, m’ so sorry. didn’ know ya were gettin’ tummy aches.” he watches you nod your head, “been rewardin’ ya too much, huh? yer jus’ such a sweet pup.”

so that’s what simon did. he spent hours researching a “healthy eating plate”, making notes of which foods had the highest protein, nutrients, and fibers. he studied a variety of recipes, ultimately choosing to save them into a downloadable file. witnessing some of your owner’s health notes, “woah, this is so much,” you said, amazed at the brit’s notebook. “dieting is too hard,” he heard you pout. “tha’s why ya got m’ to control it,” he winks in response.

when he cooked you one of these recipes, the muscular man plating the meal in your yellow-star bowl, filling your pink-heart bowl with water afterwards. “dinner ‘s ready, pup!” his thick accent rings throughout the house, placing the two bowls along the wall.

he heard you before he saw you, hands and knees shuffling against the hardwood. “there’s m’ sweet girl,” he greets, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, “hope ya enjoy it.” excitedly bouncing on your shins, “thank you so much, sir!”

you crawled over to your bowls, back arching as you swallowed every piece, a satisfied smile washing over your features. your owner was the best cook in the world!

he even baked some cookies, “found an almond based recipe. no suga’ used.”

your heart melted at your owner’s actions, quickly jumping into his arms, throwing yours around his neck, “i love you so much, si! thank you,” a kiss on his cheek, “thank you!” another kiss, “thank you!”

pairing: owner!simon “ghost” riley x pet!reader

summary: you’ve been breaking a lot of rules lately, forcing your owner to up his punishments

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part 2, the best for both of you

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“alrigh’ tha’s’ enough! time out ya go,” your owner snapped towards you, demanding tone present, “in tha’ corna’ now, pup!” his voice raising several octaves, making you stop in your tracks. you had been acting so fucking bad lately, breaking rules all day every day for the past couple of weeks.

it seemed like it came completely out of the blue, small things like ignoring your owner’s initial commands progressing to bigger things like screaming at your owner, going as far as even cussing at him.

simon’s tried talking to you about it, hating seeing his sweet, little pup acting so out of her character, wanting to try anything to help you, but you’d always retaliate, choosing to push away your owner’s concern, often times not in the best ways. and what hurt him even more? having to punish you. he didn’t want to purposefully cause you more stress, but he couldn’t let you walk around acting any kind of way you wanted. he wasn’t gonna be responsible for a spoiled, bratty pup.

your owner changed his punishments, rotating between time outs, spankings, shortening your leash length, but nothing was sticking, your bratty behavior only worsening. the brute was out of options, his chest rising and falling as he eyed your small frame crawling to the corner, “y-yes, sir,” barely leaving you. sure, you had been on one lately, but your submissive tendencies still remained when it came to your owner. “don’ fuckin’ move till i say so. hell, don’ even think ‘bout lookin’ away from there,” he grunted out.

you only whimpered in response, head falling forward against the wall, tears starting in your eyes when you heard his large footsteps walking away.

you started thinking about your recent attitude, just like you always did when simon put you in time out. you know you’ve been acting terrible lately, feeling terrible about it too, but you can’t bring yourself to stop your outbursts. your emotional regulation skills have been blowing on you lately, leading to your act outs. you deserved any punishment your owner threw your way.

you suddenly heard him return, shoulders jumping at a loud thud behind you. “c’mere, pup,” he snapped his fingers, “here bedside m’, now.”

you instantly responded, hands and knees shuffling on the floor. you noticed a large metal cage placed in the center of the room, passing it on the way to your owner. it was so fucking huge, even simon looked like he could fit inside.

you perched yourself on your shins when you reached his side, doe eyes peering up at him, your pretty pink collar glistening in the light, simon’s large hand reaching down to hook his fingers through, “ya see wha’ m’ brought ya?” he uses his hold on your collar to bring your face closer to his, “s’ a cage for bad pups like ya,” his breath hits your nose, causing another whimper from you.

“ya always been such a good pup, sweets. m’ good, good, little pup,” he coos, his other hand going to wipe your face free of tears, “didn’ think m’ was eva’ gonna’ need tha cage for ya.” he watches your lip wobble next, his big thumb tracing over it, “but m’ don’ know wha’ else to do. m’ can’t have ya actin’ out like this, ya understan’?”

you nodded, simon nodding along with you, “yer gonna’ sit in ‘ere for thirty minutes, pup,” he pulls you towards the cage, fingers releasing your collar when you got inside. you heard him close the door, securing the lock afterwards. another whimper. “i’m s-sorry, sir,” you were full on sobbing again, laying your little body down on the cold metal cage’s floor, “i don’t know w-what’s been bothering me l-lately.”

“tell m’ ‘bout it when m’ come back to get ya. give ya some time to figure it out,” he states, standing from his squatting position. he throws a blanket over the cage next, shielding the outside world from your view inside the dungeon. everywhere you looked, you only saw black, triggering more messy tears and loud sobs.

pairing: owner!simon “ghost” riley x pet!reader

summary: your owner helps you through the thing that’s been bothering you recently

part 2!

part 1, it came completely out of the blue

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torture. this felt like straight torture.

every agonizing minute that passed with you behind bars resembled a punch to your chest, your previously heavy breaths finally soothing from your earsplitting wailing.

your owner never left the room, he couldn’t leave the room, not with how you were sounding.

he’s never heard you sound so distraught before, size 13 boot rapidly tapping against the hardwood floor, silenced by your sobs. he was sitting on his favorite armrest chair, hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, massive biceps protruding, the large, blanket-covered cube holding his pup placed in front of him.

he checked his watch every five minutes, feeling like he too was punishing himself for 30 minutes. god, he wanted to stop your punishment early, console his sweet pup who was in such discomfort, but he knew this was the best for both of you.

his anxious foot patting came to a rest when he noticed the air around him quieting, your crying assuaging. glancing down at his watch again, he saw you had a little over two minutes left, fuck it, close enough.

simon rose from the chair, long strides getting him to your cage, ripping the blanket away. he unlocked the door, your hands quickly moving to cover your eyes, the sudden change of light hurting.

he waited for you to adjust, your owner’s heart breaking more when you finally showed him your beautiful face. fat tears rolling down your puffy, reddened cheeks, leaving wet marks on your shirt. some snot had started at your nose too, you wiping your face in your shirt. you didn’t care, you already looked a mess.

“i-i’m so, so s-sorry, si!” you broke seeing him, moving yourself to swiftly crawl out the cage, wanting to wrap yourself around your owner, little arms encircling his neck. he responded, enclosing your torso in his strong hold, big hands rubbing against your spine, providing immense comfort. “been a b-bad pup lately, s-sir,” you hiccuped, only sobbing more into the side of his neck, “hated that i screamed a-and cussed at you.”

he started rocking you both, occasional shh’s leaving the brit. one of his hands found its way onto your head, small pats causing gratified purrs out of you, interrupting your silent weeps.

“oh, good pup,” he coos, other hand rubbing the side of your hip, “m’ ‘preciate ya apologizin’. tha’s what m’ wanted from ya.”

he kisses your cheek, standing from the floor with you still in his hold, walking you both to the couch. he takes a seat, your legs going to either side of his torso, straddling the large man.

he wipes your face free of any tears, “so proud of ya, sweetheart. took ya punishment so well,” he praises, eyeing you nuzzling into his hand. “m’ forgive ya, pup. know ya been off lately. could feel ya, baby,” he moves his available hand to squeeze your thigh, you nodding at his suspicions.

your tiny hands subconsciously reached for your collar, fiddling with the tag your owner added, something you did when you got nervous. of course simon was aware of this, gripping your thigh harder to further reassure you.

“i never want t-to go into the c-cage again! was really s-scary, sir,” simon heard you whimper out, his heart breaking further at the desperate tone, “but i k-know it was because of my bad behavior!” you finished, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“tha’s’ right, pup. if yer good, ya won’ go back in,” his accent’s sharp, nodding his head along with yours. “i understand, sir.”

with that you leaned forward, putting your arms around your owner’s neck once more, snuggling into his strong chest.