dog failure

Pt. 4 of orca!Ghost/seal!reader for @vengefulmc, @sugaristheplot, @jestthejoker-12, @alexandriaelenor, @hypertail, @somedeadmoth, and @atlas3rr0r-1974

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It was always something happening with Ghost. First was him needing his seal companion—you, then it was him going into mourning after the two of you were separated, and now it was him starting to get aggressive with his pod-mates over you.

Their interactions with you started somewhat innocently: Gaz rolling up next to you on the articial shore in order to sunbathe with you (Ghost, of course, just a few feet away on a rock), Price making sure you got first pick of fish at feeding time, and Soap giving you some of the treasures he had collected over the years in the aquarium (a employee badge, a ring, a dropped earbud that a teenage volunteer had lost). You had started to grow close to them, and Ghost was glad that his sweet seal was transitioning into the group…until Soap went and messed it all up.

Soap, being the fool he was and only thinking of mating, not-so-subtly began courting you just a few weeks into your placement with the pod. It started with more treasures, then more food…then he tried to snuggle up against you one night as you slept against Ghost.

Researchers couldn’t get answers from either Soap or Ghost as to why the former suddenly had a large bruise blooming over his cheek.

But it wasn’t only Soap, Gaz had decided to court you too. He had been more…subtle than his eager pod-mate. He drifted and napped beside you during the day, kept his distance during nights, and never gave you a single gift. Instead, he relied on his warmth.

Gaz was a long fin Mako shark mer, and as such, possessed an ability that no one else in the pod had: warming up specific parts of his body. So whenever he napped alongside you, he warmed himself up enough to where you started to scoot closer to him. And it got to the point where you ventured over to his sleeping area for warmth in the night. The first morning Ghost woke up to you having abandoned his side for Gaz, he put a stop to his attempts at whisking you away.

Since both the mers attempts were discovered and halted, they only got bolder.

And Ghost only got more agitated.

And you, as a result, began getting more stressed.

Which fed into Ghost’s frustration, which then made the pair hammer home their courting efforts; it was an endless feedback loop.

“I can’t make him be less territorial over her,” Price sighed out to Laswell on the dock above the aquarium while she documented the healing of his right fin.

“Could you not at least try to get them to see reason?” Laswell sighed. “He tried to rip apart Soap yesterday for feeding her.”

“Ghost views her as a mate and the other two view her as ’up for grabs’—what could I do?” Price grunted, his hands reaching down to massage the tender, scaled flesh around the side of his fin.

“You’re the pod leader aren’t you? They don’t question you’re authority.” Laswell gave Price a look that told him exactly what she was thinking.

“Ghost’ll take my head clean off,” Price said, but he knew she was right.

That night, right before sleep, Price made a change to the sleeping arrangements. You had already settled into your spot in the sand, strewn out comfortably while Ghost was looking around for any remaining scurrying shrimp from feeding time to give to you. Price swam up to you, and you peered up at him curiously.

"You'll sleep alongside me from now on, how does that sound?" Price asked, carving out a space for himself beside you in the sand. You reached up one of your clawed hands to poke at his rather fatty stomach.

"Okay," you said, snuggling up to him quickly.

When Ghost returned with Soap and Gaz in tow (as the two started racing each other to find the most shrimp for you) to find Price engulfing your plush form, he was close to ripping the pod leader apart. But, pod hierarchy was etched into his DNA, and the look of sheer comfort as you snuggled up to Price, forbid him from doing so.

For the longest time, ghost has assumed himself to be a beta. No heat or rut to speak of, nothing noteworthy happening downstairs, scent always mild. He never considered the...prolonged and intense trauma throughout his whole life may have stunted presentation.

Not until you move into the apartment next to his.

You, some omega that still smells of milk-honey underneath that fresh scent. Too young in ghosts opinion to be living alone.

Ghost's body decides to completely skip an omega heat and jump straight to overwhelming paternal instincts. Instincts that have you waking up in the middle of the night to your weirdo neighbor in your fucking apartment making a nest.

"Dude. What the hell." You say, lost for words. Sure, you like your neighbor and you should probably be freaking out right now, currently you are too damn tired.

"You need proper rest, pup." He tells you, leaving the nest to make a good attempt at scruffing you.

"I am a grown adult, sir." You grunt, but he's stronger and you end up in the nest anyways.

It's....really nice. The nest smells familiar enough with his scent and blankets from your closet tossed in. It settles some part of your hindbrain, you've not gotten around to making a nest since moving in. Never saw the point in it.

Now, you get it. Snuggled in and dozing off, ghost moving quietly around the room, cleaning. His own purr kept low and soft, no need to disturb his pup. In a few hours the instincts surge will settle down and for a brief moment he will be convinced he was dosed with something. Then, once realizing what's going on, mentally claim you as his pup.

DEF in a certain mood tonight :3

Blunt!Simon, who has never once been good at keeping his mouth shut. He says this exactly as he sees them. Simon, who has the exact same mindset when he sees you enter the bases gym, clad in leggings and a standard issue sports bra.

'Can see yer nipples cuttin' through yer top, luv' he said gruffly, when you came over to say hi. You stopped dead in your tracks, blood rushing to your face, who even says that?!

You knew about his lack of filter, and youd always had a slight crush on him... but even then, you could feel your cheeks heating up

You try your best to get on with your workout, opting to do some cardio to warm up...

After a few hours, you head over to the water fountain to hydrate, where Simon had been standing, filling up his bottle. 'Been enjoyin' the outline 'f yer cunt, luvie' he says, looking down at you as you cough on your water in shock.

He bends down to get close to you 'dyin' for a taste... give yer LT a han', aye?'

maybe it was how cool and collected he always was. that hot, quiet confidence.

if only you knew when you’d finally got him into bed. ready for him to be rough, to be a little mean, not that you’d mind.

in reality, he was whining into your neck as he pumped into you at a primal speed. whispering and mumbling half words into your throat as he groped you anywhere he could. his eyes were rolled and he was drooling on your collarbone.

“o-oh.. oh, fuck- nghhhuhh… yyeah?.. awww… my baby.. gonna fill y-you… mhm…”

sweet little brain-numb nothings falling of the tongue of the smartest, coldest man you know.

"Feel that?" Ghost asks, his cock stretches you out almost painfully, and still you can feel most pressing against your entrance. Your stomach is full of him, your cervix nudged by the head of his fat cock as it finds a home buried deep inside. You shake your head against the pillows with a whine, your hips twitching as his hands pull your ass apart, kneading the soft flesh with rough callused fingers. "Feel that knot pressin' against ya so nicely?" His voice is shot, croaking with how rough it hits your ear. Your eyes roll as your lashes flutter, the heat of his words dripping down your spine liquor thick.

Your cunt throbs, pulses with needy pleasure as it squeezes tight around him. You want to touch, to reach a hand between you and stroke the hardened bud that seems to glow with heat. You want to feel over your stomach, see if he presses against you as heavily as you think, perhaps you could find his hard cock beneath all your softness. The thought sends a shiver through you. Libidinous desire isn't befitting of a princess.

And yet, Ghost circles his hips, grinding his knot against your entrance, and you feel that liquid desire drip from you. Hot and slick. You feel it like a fever drenching your skin, sticky with sweat and yearning.

"Let me in Princess," Ghost murmurs, leaning to press his weight against your back, "Lemme breed this li'le pussy, bet I get it my first try." The curve of his smile as his lips skate over your neck makes a whine bubble in your throat, deep and needy as the punch of his cock. "Can even help the process," he offers, lips parting to tease his teeth against the soft spot where your mating gland lies.

"Please-"

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being a medic meant having to see the same gruffy man come into your office multiple times per week, or even per day. that man was simon "ghost" riley.

you've come to the thought that he might be doin' it on purpose just so he can see you, and this day was particularly different— which did not help his case whatsoever. you were doing your job as per usual, bandaging his wounds up so it wouldn't get infected and whatnot but another problem arised... quite literally.

a hard one in the crotch of his pants, strained and painful. it was begging for some action the more time passed. you tried to ignore it at first, but he didn't seem so well and you know wounds hurt him much less than the specific problem he's facing currently.

"simon? you okay?" you ask, hand carefully and firmly pressing the bandage on his arm.

he lets out a groan. "yeah, i'm fine."

"you don't look like it," you reply, giving him a knowing gaze.

"then why'd ya' even ask?" he glares at you. "just fix it already."

you giggle, quickly finishing your medical work on his arm before diving between his manspread legs and pulling on the zipper to reveal his underwear, cock becoming more prominent against the thin fabric.

but you know you had no time to waste, since there were others waiting for the both of you, so you pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out in desperation.

there's a cheeky smirk that tugs on the corner of your lips, but you open up anyway, gently putting his hard cock in your mouth. you start bobbing your head back-and-forth, tongue scraping on the underside, pleasure coursing through his veins.

he lets out a groan of relief, trying to keep his sounds low so everyone outside won't hear it, while you're going ham— sucking and licking him all over. the taste of his cock floods your mind, only able to think about servicing him into climax. after all, your job is to maintain his health, no?

his breathing grows ragged, and you feel him getting closer and closer to release. quickening your pace, his body twitches before a generous load makes its way into your mouth.

gladly, you swallow the whole portion, wiping the sides of your mouth before jumping up to clean your tools and take in the next patient. "get out of my room, riley," you say condescendingly.

but he doesn't move quickly, only sitting there for a while, contemplating if his life had come to this type of humiliation.

"fine, fine," he says. "thanks for today, doll."

the nickname rings in your mind. what the fuck is wrong with him?