#ftm!simon riley
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2kiran ยท 1 year ago
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im going insane with ur ftm ghost and konig, pls do more im eating it up so good๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ™
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โŸก well shit... hear me out. ๐–ค pt1 pt2
thinking about simon riley whoโ€™s fully clothed, the only difference is his mask is nowhere near his face. his pants are barely lowered enough to his thighs, that were locking around your forearm. โ€œfuuck... youโ€™re killinโ€™ me, love.โ€ he groans, your fingers pumping into his squelching pussy. he gasps, mouth agape when you begin to tap his clit. his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, eyes urging to flutter shut. he looks so pretty, so flushed, โ€œkeep those pretty eyes open.โ€
then thereโ€™s kรถnig, whoโ€™s completely naked๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝbesides his hood thatโ€™s still planted on his head. sweat is forming dark circles on the fabric, sticking wetly to his skin. his exposed body squirmed at the mixture of familiarity and vulnerability, walls fluttering as your tongue teases his entrance. the mask prevents him to properly breathe, yet he makes no move to take it off. it was your order, a reminder that prompts him to whimper in frustration. the back of his hand presses against his clothed mouth when you harshly suck on his clit, โ€œmโ€“mein liebe... canโ€™tโ€“ oh gott.โ€
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yanderestarangel ยท 2 months ago
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โŠนโ‚ŠโŸกโ‹† ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป... ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐”‚ ๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป
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โ™กโ โ”ŠTW โ€” dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)
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"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly โ€” with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.
You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.
Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.
You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.
Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.
All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on itโ€”as if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.
The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didnโ€™t even know existed.
Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.
"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new bodyโ€”and you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.
You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didnโ€™t stopโ€”Simon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.
"I wonโ€™t let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.
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agoofyannoyancetolaw ยท 8 months ago
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consider... Ghost babytrapping reader. It's something some could see Soap or Graves doing, but never Simon.
He's so sly and sneaky, never showing his needs, but when he senses you drifting away, he will slip a pill in your drink when he's sure he's ovulating to ride you till sunset, making sure to milk you dry
a/n: god I love these requests
minors DNI- warnings: baby-trapping duh, trans ghost as well
ghost wasnโ€™t ever going to admit how much he wanted you, how much he needed you in fact. He didnโ€™t want to put into words how he felt- but he knew deep in his gut that you were his, right? You had to be his in some way. You and him had been friends for quite a while, and eventually just enough more that he could call you to his barrack any time of night and have that perfect feeling of sex fade into his senses with you
thatโ€™s all you really were though- fuck buddies. God he hated that term, it made his gut boil with envy and hate that someone could slide into your life and end it all so easily. No, no, that couldnโ€™t happen. He wouldnโ€™t let it happen.
these thoughts all brewed in his mind over the months, but the thing that set it all in motion was when he saw you at the closest base pub getting all close to some civilian. Thatโ€™s what truly got him going, the fact you were flirting with a civilian- not even part of the team, although heโ€™s not quite sure if that would have been worse.
sure he could tell you his feelings straight up, but whereโ€™s the point in that?
so he made a plan. It started in physical motion the second you got back from base and he texted you to come to his room for the usual quick fuck, nothing horrible so far
he had this all planned out- unknown to you of course. Any condom you have now has little needle holes poked in and any drink at his house has just a smidge of something he found just to make sure he takes
he rides you all fucking night even when your half asleep and tired, he still keeps bouncing on your length, his body clenching around your member and his folds wet and inviting as if he was trying to keep every little drop inside of him, his gummy walls squeezing every little drop he can get out of you and cockwarming you till you fall asleep next to him
he just felt it in his bones that it was gonna take, it just had to. And god was he close to bouncing in joy when he pulled out a test a few days later and it came up positive, him getting ready to put on some fake tears to tell you. You couldnโ€™t really just be fuck buddies now, could you?
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userchai ยท 4 months ago
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when men pathetically rut into you at an animalistic pace, trying to fight back the urge to moan like a slut, but once you drag your nails down their back they canโ€™t shut up. telling you how they want you to mark them up, how they want everyone to see what you do to them. their hair falling into their eyes as every muscle in their body tenses, their orgasm threatening to break at any moment. wrapping your legs around them, pulling them closer and closer until every inch is deep inside of you, the wetness from your bodies running down your thighs and underneath you. yeah, give me that. <3
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demoborg ยท 10 months ago
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tf141 except the t stands for trans
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simonsrileyhusband ยท 11 days ago
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โค๏ธ hihi! i donโ€™t know if youโ€™ve written this before, but what about Simon helping FtM reader after top surgery? picking them up when theyโ€™re finally good to go home, helping them eat, move around, things like that. iโ€™m getting my top surgery soon and iโ€™m mad nervous abt it, so i may or may not be channeling this here LMAO
ty!!! -๐Ÿฅฉ๐ŸฆŒ
omg! congrats on your surgery, i hope you are doing fine.
simon is very delicate with you, very. he acts like you are the finest piece of china potery and so fragile that a soft movement will brake you. thats because he is afraid, he doesnt want you to be in pain or have an accident, so he does everything around the house.
the laundry? dont worry, he already did it. you need a drink? he already has a bottle of water, orange juice and a soda in hand, which one do you want? does your feet hurt? don't worry, he went to grab the lotion to give you a massage.
simon doesnt let you move if he doesnt think is necesary and that includes walking. he picks you up and carries you around. he even helps you brush your theet because "the movement of your arm cound mess with your stitches."
"lovie, are you sleeping?" he mumbles, pooking your arm softly. you hum a bit sleepy. "sorry love, its just weird that you sleep... tilted..." he pouts and kisses your hand, because he cant sleep without touching you, but for your safety he cant hug you.
once your scars are healed and you are fully recovered simon has a fixation with your bare chest and scars. he loves to trace them and just stare at them. he gives little kisses around them and whispers soft praises. "so pretty... you look so handsome my love."
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gofishygo ยท 8 months ago
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roseboysstuff ยท 8 months ago
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Thinking about fuckbuddy ghost (this is ftm reader btw)
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Ghost who is amazing in bed, his cock dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your cunt
Ghost who doesn't really give the best aftercare, cleans you up and then waves goodbye
Ghost who totally doesn't love you, you're just a convenient lay
Ghost who loves watching you ride his cock, your hair bouncing and your eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure evident on your face. "Beautiful." He thinks, distantly, as his cock explodes with pleasure, shooting the familiar hot seed into you.
Ghost who starts watching you every time he fucks you. He can't get enough of your face. You just look so handsome, all covered in sweat and your face flush with pleasure.
Ghost who still definitely doesn't love you.
Ghost who argues with you, when you tell him you're catching feelings for him. He's mad, because now he has to face his own feelings.
Ghost who watches you run away to your room, crying. His pride preventing him from following you. Despite how much he wants to gather you in his arms, and love you.
Ghost who doesn't get the chance to apologise, as he's sent on a solo mission, lasting for 4 months straight. Who doesn't know what's happening back in the base, during his absence.
Soap who sees your heartbroken expression, and can't stand it.
Soap who brings you a beer, saying "bottom's up", in his glorious scottish accent.
Soap who listens all night, as you pour your heart out to him, crying until your eyes are dry and bloodshot. Who hugs you, until the alcohol makes you drift off peacefully.
Soap who's still there the next morning, stroking your hair, and helping you through your hangover. The care and affection making you melt slightly, not knowing what you needed.
Soap who desperately wants to ask you out, but is patient. He knows you need space.
Soap who can't wait anymore, who only 2 months after Ghost has left, takes you out. Who sits with you on a grassy hill, watching the sun go down. Holding your hand, and sipping some wine.
Soap who takes you back to bed that night, and unlike the rough thrusts and near silence of Ghost, is sweet. His honeyed words like a balm to your soul, his tender touches sending hot shivers down your spine. Who's cock isn't as big as Ghost's but who treats you like a precious gem.
Soap who makes you climax as many times as you want that night, and who finally fills you with his seed, only after making sure it's what you truly want.
Soap who gives perfect aftercare, holding you, reassuring you, loving you.
Soap Johnny who is the perfect boyfriend, and who after only a few weeks, when you're suddenly pregnant with his child, doesn't abandon you.
Johnny who proposes right then and there, not wanting you to feel abandoned ever again.
Ghost who returns from his mission, ready to apologise to you, knowing now that he really does love you.
Ghost who sees the strange looks, as he asks about you.
Ghost who is told about both yours and Johnny's honourable discharges.
Ghost Simon who sits in his room in the barracks, desperately trying to find any lingering remnants of your scent on his bed
Simon who cries that night, remembering your face, wanting to see it again. Not just flush with pleasure, but bright with joy. Grinning and laughing, smiling at him with the love he now feels tortured by
Simon who receives an invite to your's and Johnny's wedding, and covers it with his tears that night.
Simon who stands there, in a black suit, watching the love of his life walk down the aisle, with the protuding baby bump under your wedding clothes. But he's not standing at the end of the aisle.
Simon Riley, who watches as you change your last name to MacTavish, desperately wishing you were changing it to Riley
Johnny MacTavish, who holds you tightly, thankful for the chance to have you. Who'll never treat you wrong.
Your husband and father of your baby, Johnny, who made you believe in love again.
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divine-draws ยท 9 months ago
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ghost who joined the military as a woman. who knew who he was but lived with this fear and anxiety. tried to make up for it by hitting the gym harder than anyone else. who grit his teeth at every โ€œmaโ€™amโ€. ghost who didnโ€™t start T until around his mid twenties. ghost who REALLY got to reinvent himself once he clawed his way out of the grave roba put him in. his family was dead, and so was his old self.
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2kiran ยท 1 year ago
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ftm!ghost and ftm!kรถnig wouldnโ€™t be as insecure as most of you think. continuation of this.
theyโ€™re confident. sure, they may have their moments, but theyโ€™re confident. that fact remains in the bedroom. they wonโ€™t be ashamed of how needy they can get, assured that you can take care of it. ghost would make you admit that only he can make you feel like this, absolute filth spilling from his mouth,
โ€œeasy now,โ€ simon presses a kiss to your cheek, bringing himself back down on your cock, โ€œiโ€™m making you feel good, arenโ€™t i?โ€ an impatient huff escapes his nose when you donโ€™t answer quickly enough. slowly, he snakes his hand from your shoulder to your hair, yanking it back. โ€œanswer me, love. no one else can satisfy this needy cock of yours like i can? no one else is tight โ€˜nough for you, huh?โ€ he emphasizes his words when his cunt practically squeezes the life out of your dick.
kรถnigโ€™s words would be kinder, but his actions rougher.
the tip of your nose catches his clit, rewarded by a gasp from him. โ€œoh, mein liebe,โ€ his inner thighs tremble against your head as he humps your face, โ€œmy sweet boyโ€” fuuck, right there...โ€ a string of curses, mostly in german, departed from his throat. โ€œjust there... mhm, yes!โ€ it was slightly uncomfortable with the way your jaw ached from how quick he was moving, but you pushed away the feeling when you felt him throb against your tongue. โ€œdoing so wonderful for me, ja? iโ€™m so close, sweet thing.โ€
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aresdoll ยท 2 months ago
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หšโœง โ‚Šหšสš ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ผ โ€” ๐“ณ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ช.๐“ฒ
โ™กโ”Š๐“ฃ๐“ฆ: ๐“”๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ซ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ
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โฅ Sugar Daddy || Nanami Kento โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ He wanted a traditional romance, but finding you in a night of sexual frustration... Maybe he had found what he was looking for.
โฅ Carlos Oliveira โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ After the worldwide contamination, Carlos was the only one left to contain the city's zombies - however, you had also survived and now, he needed to convince you to stay with him at the base.
โฅ Kratos || God of War โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Maybe he started to feel something more for you... And it was strange for him to feel emotions other than anger and hate.
โฅ Freak || Joe Mayhem โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ A government experiment gone wrong when they tried to create a perfect war soldier โ€“ giving rise to Joe, a man who was pure chaos. Yet you seemed to attract him somehow... And now you had a "scary dog" to guard you.
โฅ Scorpion || Kuai Liang โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Oh no... It's his wedding...
โฅ Mafia Stepdad || Klaus Morgan โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ He married your mother to cover up the crimes, but at the same time he saw something that interested him a lot in this marriage by adhesion... You.
โฅ Nanami Kento โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ You had a promising future as a sorcerer, but you gave it all up to go to Geto's side โ€” and now your former tutor needed to stop you.
โฅ Detective coworker || Hermes Charles [FTM BOT] โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Your coworker was a tired and hot dilf, in dire need of getting fucked... And you seemed great for that role and especially for fucking his pussy until he forgot about his problems โ€“ However he found himself with more intense feelings for you.
โฅ Enemy || Fรฉlix Ludwig โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ His hatred was a thick shell that covered an unresolved love; and now he had the opportunity to have you in his hands... Or rather, on his feet.
โฅ Alpha cellmate || Reiji Kaito โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ You were the only omega in prison, and luckily, you ended up in the cell of an Alpha who would protect you during your heat.
โฅ Femdom || Roxie Katherine โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ She loved turning men like you into beautiful princesses...
โฅ Rich Husband || Alex Ludwig โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Everyone thought you only married him because of his money โ€” but he knew you really loved him.
โฅ Bestfriend || Hari Raj โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Your boyfriend dumped you and now your best friend wants to show the jerk what he's been missing...
โฅ Bi Han || Sub Zero โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ He didn't expect the surprise when he lowered his clothes, but it was a pleasant surprise...
โฅ Husband || Miguel O'Hara โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Your kind husband had a baby fever and urgently needed to get you pregnant...
โฅ Bi Han || Sub Zero โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ night company...
โฅ Ghost || Simon Riley โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ you were curious and he let you touch him...
โฅ Bi Han || Sub Zero โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ His brother didn't want you, but he did.
โฅ Radioactive || Simon Ghost โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Was he still the same?
โฅ Scorpion || Kuai Liang โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Temptations
โฅ Hades || Simon Ghost โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ The god of the underworld fell in love with you, and with that, the best way for him to keep you was to kidnap you for himself โ€” Persephone {{user}} x Hades Simon.
โฅ Dom. Caregiver || Eric Blair โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ It was supposed to be a platonic contract, until he started to feel something more for you...
โฅ Sadistic Guardian Angel || Ciel Melchior โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ After you became very ill after a near-death experience, you received mystical protection from a guardian angel โ€” however little did you know that he only liked to see you suffer.
โฅ Stepdad || Nanami Kento โ€” ใ€ ๐— ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Nanami had always noticed your attempts to be more than his stepson, and now, after that fateful accident โ€“ he needed to put an end to your illusory desires.
โฅ Noob Saibot โ€” ใ€ ๐—”๐—ก๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ Together in khaos
โฅ ALT Stepdad || Simon Ghost' โ€” ใ€ ๐—™๐—ง๐—  ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—ฉ ใ€‘ You end up having sex with your stepdad as a birthday present || alt version ||
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iceman-soup ยท 9 months ago
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Idk if your requests are open but would you be willing to write Ghost x FtM! reader whoโ€™s on testosterone and has bottom growth, please?
they are open thank you lots for the request!! and YES i would LOVE to
ftm reader x top!ghost
You'd been on testosterone a while now, but a big fuck you if you thought that was gonna make your little cock any less sensitive - in more ways than one. It had its moments, being fussy and sore and painful; in which times you'd go to Simon's office or bedroom (or drag him away from anywhere he was, really), whinging and complaining until he gave up whatever he was doing previously just to soothe and pay attention to you.
Sometimes, this was just sitting on his lap, maybe with an ice pack pressed to the area over your trousers to help numb some of the pain. He'd trace patterns into your thighs, murmuring praise and sweet words of affection as you grumble about how "it hurts, Si," and he'd compliment his pretty boy for being so good with it regardless.
Other times, you would pull him into a kiss the moment you had him alone, whining into his mouth and grinding desperately against his thigh, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you paw at his belt. He guides you to wherever the closest surface is, dipping his nose between your thighs once you're comfy. "This okay, love?" he'll check in before peeling away your boxers when you nod, humming contentedly as his mouth attaches around your dick and you groan quietly in appreciation.
"So fuckin' handsome," he likes to almost growl against your cunt, nose smushed against your tummy as he laps at it like he's dehydrated, jaw aching and your hands in his hair.
His eyes flick up to watch as your back arches when he pushes a finger into your hole, quickly adding a second and pumping them in and out to make you moan and your grip tighter, tugging his head closer and bucking up your hips to his mouth. Simon grunts and uses his other hand to push you back down to the bed, holding you there as you squirm and whine and cum, switching between sucking on your cock and cleaning your own mess up with his tongue.
"Good boy," he mumbles, taking his fingers out carefully so as to not hurt you and coming up to kiss you gently on the neck. Afterwards, he'll gather you into his arms, littering your face with kisses as he dresses you again, cradling you on his lap as he praises you and asks if it feels a little better now. Sure, it doesn't always fix things, but the head was fun regardless.
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sexydoffyman ยท 11 months ago
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*cough cough*
โ—NSFW REQUESTโ—
Ghost with Ftm!reader who's infertile
He can breed his manpussy without worrying about him getting pregnant.
HE DOESN'T NEED TO WORRY
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genre: smut
characters: Simon Riley
A/N: If you know me irl don't read this.
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He would have never guessed you were trans if you hadn't told him. It was a medical emergency. And of course, he was proper with his act thanks to you telling him. It ended with you being able to get the right treatment in time.
His views on you didn't really change. He had liked you way before you told him. But your actions gave him ideas. Ideas that he wanted to try.
The first time he got you in his bed, he was gentle, soft, caring. He was sweet with his words and actions. Poor you. You didn't even know what you were getting yourself into. He somehow managed to sneak a question into your conversation without being suspicious.
The question being, "Can ya have kids?" It seemed like a totally normal question that one would ask out of curiosity. Of course, you had to answer honestly.
He became obsessed with the idea of having you spread out on his bed only for him to fuck. Only for him to breed. He wanted to fill your walls white. He wanted to push your body into the mattress and whisper filth into your ear.
It was a while after training, and he was impatient. He wanted and needed to feel you. He approached you, talking awkwardly. He asked you if you wanted to fuck with him, to which you responded with the same level of awkwardness.
He had everything ready. It was a winter night, so he made sure the room was warm before letting you in. Even tho the heater was only on 1 it did the job. The blinds were shut. The light was dim. The bed was made nicely to impress you. And if anything went wrong, he had a plan b pill lying in a cupboard.
He was so fucking ready to do this. To fuck you up. To make you his. He was slow at first getting you used to his size, which was always a concern of his due to his and your size. He moved his hips softly, not being too harsh on you.
You always valued the way he didn't rush you. He'll be rougher from the start when you've shared a couple more nights together. Oh, don't worry. He lost himself after the first few minutes of being inside of you. The feeling was mesmerising.
He thrusted into you with no intention of leaving you able to walk in the morning. He stopped thinking and let his dick lead the way. You looked just perfect in the dim light.
He didn't last long that night for a very obvious reason. He finished inside of you, pushing any of his sperm that leaked out of you back in.
His dreams finally came true. It became very strange to others when they saw you leaving Ghost's room at midnight every now and then.
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bxyp ยท 11 months ago
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Could you maybe do something with a ftm reader who has a lot of scars and tattoos especially on his back and like Ghost sees him shirtless for the first time? Without Ghost knowing your trans? And it just being fluff and a little bit of angst?
If you don't feel comfortable doing this its okay!!
Sincerely: a very cool person
His priority is your well-being, not some scars you have.
Summary: You have been shot, and Ghost, as your comrade, helps you treat the wound. What could go wrong?
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x FTM Reader
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warnings: SWF content, "Ghost" '22, transphobia is mentioned, post-surgery scars are described, military, soldier! reader, blood, wounds were mentioned, reader gets shot.
word count: 592
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Being transgender in the military wasn't easy. Sneaking into the shower right after everyone had left to just take a shower, just without anyone knowing. Just to make sure no one judges or looks weird. It wasn't easy in the army. The service here was even harderโ€ฆ
Being wounded in the line of duty was not unusual, even the best soldier could receive a scratch. And even now you are leaning against some old tree in East Asia. Things never go according to plan, that's part of the job.
Eyes barely open, this job is not for the weak. That's why you clench your teeth while Ghost starts pulling you out of your gear to put bandages on your gunshot wound on shoulder. Of course you wish you could do it by yourself but right now you priority was to not get infection.
"Keep your eyes open, soldier." Ghostโ€™s harsh tone didnโ€™t let you relax even for a second, which was probably for the best. He didn't pay much attention to your tattoos or scars, figuring he could take a closer look at them once he stitched you up.
You feel his gloved hands slowly pour the alcohol onto your shoulder. Sharp pain simply drowned out all your thoughts. Every cell of your body felt like it was on fire. "Fuck! Be gentle, Iโ€™m bleeding.โ€ You spat as soon as you unclenched your teeth. Everything hurt so much, your mind could barely focus on one thought.
"I'm well aware of that." He said that once he found the nearest piece of cloth to cover the bleeding, he would help you get to your feet and get to the nearest evacuation site.
He picked up the radio and said something, but you could barely hear what. Only thing you got was that he said that you had been shot and you both needed to evacuate as soon as possible. He probably said something else, but your head hurt, along with that damn shoulder that felt like it was being cut off, slowly, piece by piece. His skillful hands quickly tightened some fabric on your shoulder. And without giving you time to come to your senses, he picked you up, throwing your good arm over his shoulder. โ€œThe evacuation helicopter will be there in a few minutes. Get back on your feet."
You both slowly walked towards the place Ghost lead you to. Only now did you remember that he probably saw your scarsโ€ฆ Those top surgery scars that you covered with everything you could. Those scars that you hid. These white lines are right under your pecs. You worked hard to make them hard to see. But neither cream nor some beaty products could remove them. A constant reminder of who you were bornโ€ฆ
Anxiety rise in you, your stomach became a tight knot. You're afraid that he saw the scars that you tried to hide. โ€œSo, about what you sawโ€ฆโ€ You were afraid he might tell someone. The military was not the most acceptable place. Here you will have to fight not only on the battlefield, but also earn your place among others.
โ€œI donโ€™t care who you are, lad. My job is to keep you alive, not to pry into your personal life.โ€ His words can be harsh and cold. But you don't see any condemnation here. He considers you his equal. Ghost wasn't the nicest person, but he wasn't an asshole who treated you differently just because you weren't like him.
The rescue helicopter was visible in the distanceโ€ฆ
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thegnomelord ยท 1 year ago
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Hi! Could you do #15 with Ghost & FTM!Reader? I love your writing :D
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Sure thing anon :D and thanks for the compliment lol, play the game HERE
Prompt: "Come here.ย Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."
CW:NSFW, Sub Bot Ghost, Dom Top FTM reader, riding, cockwarming, dom/sub, strap-on's, praise.
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Simon went off to a mission. . .but he's not the one who come back.
It's Ghost that returns to you, loud footsteps ringing like gunshots outside your room, barely able not to take the door off it's hinges when he comes in. He stands in the doorway, on the proverbial line between here and back there; the scent of blood hits you before you even see him, blood on his clothes, on his body, on his soul (or what's left of it)
You continue writing your report, but move your eyes to meet his. The blood splattered across the bleach white of his mask turns the warm browns of his eyes dark like the head of a bullet, like the soil he'd been buried under, like the rot festering in his brain; Your first instinct is to comfort him, to get up and hug him, to hold him until your presence pushes life into his lungs, to let him claw your back and bite your shoulder because Ghost loves you with his teeth first butโ€” no.
It's not what he needs right now.
"Come in, lock the door." You order, keeping your voice steady, firm, a bit bored even.
You write down a few more sentences in your report, ears straining to hear him follow your orders, the door locking, counting the steady 'thump's of his boots as he walks up to your desk. Neither of you talk, the silence broken by his staggered breathing; can't drown the world in blood without loosing your breath too.
"Strip." Your tone never changes, like this isn't abnormal for two lieutenants to do, like it's just another order, because he isn't a lieutenant right now. He's just another soldier.
He doesn't say a word, doesn't hesitate either, even the soft 'click's of belts and buckles turned harsh from how fast he undoes them. A little bit of care returns in the way he folds his gear, neatly laying the folded clothes on the edge of your desk. He stands before you naked save for the mask, dark eyes bearing down at you.
Beneath the scent of blood and sweat, there's the undoubtable smell of gunpowder and steel that had burrowed deep into his pores, his muscles rigid and jaw so tense you wouldn't be surprised if he'd chipped a tooth.
You finally look up, rolling back on your chair to create space between you and the desk. "Come here," You pat your thigh. "Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."
There's the slightest nod of his head before he's walking around your desk, Ghost's calloused hands grip your shoulders firmly as he settles on your lap, thigh thighs caging in your own, the chair creaking. He's a mountain of muscle on top of you and he doesn't attempt to ease the burden of his weight on you, he expects you to shoulder it as much as you expect him to give you all that's weighing down on him.
You tip your head back to look up at Ghost, gripping the armrests to keep yourself from touching him โ€” you don't reward half-assed jobs. "Repeat my last order."
"Sit in your lap," Ghost says, rough, more teeth than tongue. "an' tell you what I want." His hands tighten on your shoulders as if he's trying to see how much pressure he needs to put before you break; a dog tugging on the leash.
"And?" You keep the discomfort from his grip secret, keeping a good poker face until he relents, his hands still firm but now holding you like the edge of a cliff than something he's destined to break.
". . .want you, sir." Ghost manages and you finally reward him, just a small brush of your fingers along his naked thighs feels like a hot knife carving through ice, painful and pleasant at once.
"Good," You hum, "Now, here's what's going to happen." The battlefield's uncontrollable, chaotic, unstable. Knowing what's going to happen will be good for him. "You'll go get my cock from the dresser, you'll put it on me, then you'll sit nice and pretty until I finish my reports." His eyes darken as you speak, "Any complaints?"
"Negative." He breathes out, body already starting to buzz. You motion for him to go and he does, walking across your office as you adjust the chair so you have a better way of writing with Ghost in your lap.
Ghost sucks in a breath when he finds the toy already attached to the harness, gripping it tightly in one hand and his heart flutters when his fingers don't wrap around it all the way. It's Simon's favorite one; Long and thick, never failing to make him feel so fucking full with the prominent curve it has, covered in artificial bumps to rub and tease his prostate with every breath or minute twitch, and a thick knot at the base to make sure he's not going anywhere.
It's Simon's favorite โ€” Ghost couldn't give less of a fuck so long it's in him.
He pads back over to you, kneeling when you tell him to. You're slow and measured as you stand up, bracing your hands on his wide shoulders. "Put it on me." You hum, fingers scratching the back of his neck in reward when he does as he's told, careful with the strap like he is with his gear, tightening the belt until the large cock sits comfortably but firmly on you.
You sit back on the chair, grabbing the lube. "Hop up," Ghost is a little more eager this time, settling back in your lap. The 'click' of the cap opening sounds like a gavel. "Stay still and relax." You order, pouring a generous amount on your fingers and trailing down to circle around his hole. "Need you to tell me if it hurts, understand?"
"Affirmative sir," He says, tries to buck his hips into your hand to speed you up but you just grip his thigh until he realizes rushing you won't get him anywhere and he stills.
"Be good now," You circle his hole a few more times to smear the lube, pressing the pad of your finger against him and putting a bit of pressure without truly trying to penetrate him, just getting his body used to human sensations. A small ragged breath leaves him and you take it as your cue to push in, slow at first, only able to push to the first knuckle before he clenches down, unsure if he wants to draw you in deeper or push you out.
"Sir," He breathes out, resting his head on your shoulder, smearing the blood on his mask on your clothes.
"Relax," You remind him, waiting until his clenching walls cease trying to snap your finger off before pushing a little deeper. You repeat this song and dance a few more times until he's comfortable having your finger slowly fucking in and out of him, a nice flush across his chest.
"I'm going to add one more now." You say as you pull your finger out to pour more lube, hearing him bite back a groan by biting your shoulder as best he can. "And no biting," You huff, cooing softly when he stops what he's doing.
"Yes sir," He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he feels you push two fingers into him. It's a bigger stretch than before, a bigger burn, and he relishes it. He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly with every thrust in and slow drag out, not even noticing that he's rock hard. You crook your fingers, lazily searching for his prostate and you know you find it when he actually moans, muffled as the sound is.
"There you go, good boy." Praising him softly you continue to stretch him up to four fingers, feeling him wrap his arms around your neck and resting his head on his forearm, panting softly in your ear and even giving you a soft grunt every time you graze his prostate.
His thighs are covered in lube by the time you're satisfied, his cock standing stiff at attention. You pulling your fingers out has him growling low in his throat, but you placate him easily with a firm grope of his thighs while you squeeze the rest of the lube on your strap.
"Now, you'll sit until I finish the reports, no more than an hour or two." You grip the back of his neck, making him look at you. "Can you do that, my strong man?"
"Yes sir." He breathes out, and even with the mask you can see a bit of your Simon coming back, the skin around his eyes flushed, pupils dilated.
"Good boy. Relax now." You guide the tip of your strap to his hole, letting him catch his breath before slowly pushing his hips down until the head slips past his rim. He shudders, swearing beneath his breath, his arms tightening around your head as he continues to slowly sink down the large strap.
He's panting by the time he's halfway down, the bumps on the thing lined in such a way that at least one is always pushing past his prostate, the tip spreading him apart further than your fingers can reach. You start taking pauses, letting his clenching walls get used to the large intrusion before pushing an inch more, going inch after inch like that.
Once only the knot remains Ghost has almost fully melted against you, the strap so big and stretching him so wide it demands his full attention, leaving the violent thoughts in his head nothing to hold on to. "Think you can take the knot?" You ask softly but firmly, brushing a hand down his arched spine to his stretched rim, feeling how taught it is.
"Yes," Ghost breathes out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. "Give it to me sir."
You grant him his wish, gently pushing his thighs down and tilting your hips up and it looks like it won't fit โ€” then with a 'pop' the knot slips into him, tearing a loud nasally moan from him. It's insane but you swear you can feel him clenching around the strap, your hand settling on his stomach where the head of your cock is bulging his tummy, his cock leaking an endless stream of pre with how the bumps press against his prostate.
"Good boy," You praise him, groping and massaging his trembling thighs until he relaxes, fully relaxes, a long shuddering breath escaping his lungs. "Such a good boy, just sit and feel, alright?"
He hums in confirmation, slurring a 'yes sir' like he's drunk or sleepy. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel his wildly beating heart steadily slow from it's frantic beat to something calm, the pleasure and pain and everything melting away from his mind as his body finally registers he's safe. Safe to just be.
You keep your nondominant hand on his hip to keep him steady and still, brushing the surrounding skin with your thumb as you let him float in his head while you get back to your reports. . .
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simonsrileyhusband ยท 1 month ago
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Ftm (your choice of)hybrid reader x Simon Riley
Reader thinks they look stupid because they are a hybrid and Simon decides to show them how pretty they actually are.
(i just had to make reader a bunny hybrid, sorry)
nsfw:
"what did ya' just say lovie?" simon is leaning on the door frame as you stare at yourself on the floor lenght mirror of your shared room.
"i just said i look goofy... like, look at my ears, don't you think they are... stupid" you shake your head softly making your long ears wiggle against your head. "and my tail, so annoying to cut holes in every single jean and short i buy..."
simon walks to you, standing tall behind you, his hands slidding to your waist pulling you closer to him. "that's not the way to talk about my bunny." he kisses your cheek softly. "i think i have to remind my baby how pretty he is..."
his bulky arms pick you up, draging you to the bed making you sit on his lap facing the mirror. "do ya' feel that, mhm? tell me baby, do ya' feel how ya' make me feel." you wiggle on top of his hardening cock, his hands gripping your hips and making them move around, your clothed pussy rubs against his hard jeans making your sensitive area crave for more.
"simon please..." you whine out, looking back at him with big pleading eyes. "nu-uh, look at the mirror bunny, look at yourself. i'll make sure to fuck those stupud ideas out of ya"
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