#ghost x trans reader

[aforestescape]

i woke up with impure thoughts

stalker!ghost/rapist!ghost

but you’re into it. trans male reader (hasn’t physically transitioned), no pronouns, chubby/fat!reader, dubcon/non con, somnophilia, breath play

waking up one morning. mind buzzing and thoughts clouded over by a haze of pleasure. your dreams had been normal at first before distorting into some fucked up coalition of being passed around undescript figures. having them taking turns groping at your breasts. large hands wandering up and down the curves of your body. moving to squeeze the fat of your hips before palming your stomach.

the feeling of being stuffed to fullness and more. the slight pain that comes with having your soaking hole being rearranged by a thick cock.

you moan out in your sleepy haze, not quite sure if you’re still dreaming. bucking your hips in your clouded haze of need and getting a response back in the form of hips smacking into your ass. another moan turned into a whined slur of “ah fuck.”

you can almost feel the tight grip of large, scarred hands squeezing your hips. one of them moving down to your back to shove you back into the bed as you start moving.

“stay still pet.”

a gasp gets caught in your throat as you are suddenly more awake. your soaked cunt squeezing the cock inside of you in surprise at the gruff voice that spoke to you. realizing that you aren’t still sleeping, this isn’t a dream and you’re really being fucked right now.

you try to turn your head only for the hand that was on your lower back to move to your head. shoving your face into your pillows while the snap of the hips behind you forces their cock into you further. you let out a muffled scream into the plush fabric, shifting your hips to try and get away.

the person behind you grunts, keeping their hand on the back of your head. their other scared hand palming the swell of your ass. groping the fat flesh before rearing back to leave a loud, harsh smack.

you cry out into the pillow, tears stinging your eyes with each hit. not being let up for air as each smack leaves a burning sting on the rapidly turning red flesh of your ass.

when the hits stop you’re suddenly brought up for air. the hand moving to your neck to pull your body up and against theirs. they don’t stop fucking you, pounding away into your tight slick cunt as you cry and moan. you can almost see the black gloved hand in your peripheral. choking you, stealing your air as they take what they want from you.

your body trembling as you gasp for air. the other hand moving to your growing cock. holding your smaller length in their hand before tugging at it. it makes your eyes roll back. a loud, pleased whine escaping your throat as they touch you. stroking your cock in tandem with each passing of their own inside of your slick hole. vision turning white as your orgasm quickly approaches.

as your legs start to shake under you, you feel the gloved hand tightening around your neck. squeezing the air from your lungs as you reach your peak. your hands shoot up to wrap around your throat. trying to pry the strong grip off as your eyes blur. the pounding in your cunt getting quicker and quicker until you finally squeeze down tight around them. cuming and blacking out on their cock while they continue to use your body.

only stopping once they’ve filled your limp body full of their creamy cum.

ahhh i’m a clown i forgot i was going to post today. plus i wrote this in may omg😭crown me king of forgetting my finished drafts exist ffs

[asanionyx]

Medics Need a Little Lovin’

Ghost x (afab/gn) reader

Summary: You are an exhausted medic and Ghost wants to help you catch some Zs.

CW: unprotected sex, semi-public (private, in a public area), slight degradation, praise.

TW: pussy, hole, clit.

You haven’t gotten any sleep for a few days now. Just working none-stop. If you’re not patching up soldiers back to good health, you’re filling out copious amounts of paperwork. Even the little free time you get, it’s always spent awake and frustrated. Your mind betraying your body as always.

Simon Ghost Riley, is a frequent visitor, has come to get patched up again. It still baffles you how much his body has gone through yet it’s still functioning almost perfectly. The amount he’s endured would drive any person mad.

Thankfully he’s not too wounded just a few slits on the biceps. You grab your supplies and proceed to do your job. “You look tired.” He says, concern laced in his words.

“Heh, yeah haven’t slept in a bit. Nothing to worry about.” You say avoiding eye contact.

“I can help with that.” You laugh it off not sure what he is implying by his statement. “I’m serious. A good fuck might help you sleep.” You swiftly look up at him, shocked at the sudden vulgar implication. You look in his eyes hoping it is just his way of joking around.

But no, he seems dead serious about this. “I-I don’t know…” You can’t believe you’re even contemplating this. It should be completely out of the question. He’s not just your superior but he’s also your PATIENT. No matter how you like at it, it’s completely inappropriate.

You finish patching him up and stand, “If you’re not interested, I won’t force you but I’d love to pleasure you.” He says as he puts his hoodie back on. You bite your lip as you look away. Fuck, you really do want this. “Ok.” You sigh succumbing to your desires. His face lights up. He quickly flips you onto the bed, face facing the pillow below you.

He unbuttons your pants and removes them enough to expose you voluptuous ass and soaking wet pussy. He slowly inserts two of his fingers and it’s already too much for you. You’re so out of practice and his fingers are so big. He starts moving in and out of you, pace already quick and deep.

“If someone walks in, we’re fuuuuuuccckked.” You manage to spit out as he fucks you with his fat fingers.

“Well, we better be careful then.” Ghost replies. He removes his fingers and you look behind you to see him. He pulls out his cock. It’s huge, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.

You moan as he slides his cock into your hole. The stretch slightly painful as he goes deeper into you. He stays in place to let you adjust. “Fuck you’re giant.” You gasp, feeling so full as you try to take a deep breath.

You start moaning uncontrollably as he starts moving in and out of you. “You moan like a slag, Love.” He says smirking as he fucks into you deep. The headboard slamming into the wall rhythmically as you moan loudly.

“Fuuuuck Simon…!” you tense as you start feeling your orgasm nearing.

“As much as I love your moans, Love, we don’t want someone to hear you now, do we?” You try to suppress your moans but you realize it’s way too difficult. You bite the pillow to muffle them.

“Simon I’m gonna- gonna cum!” You warn as you get close to the edge.

“Already?” He asks.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s-sorryyy.” He starts rubbing you clit and you gasp at the touch, bucking you hips closer towards the bed.

“Cum for me then, Sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. “Yeah that’s it cum all over my cock.” You start to clinch around him and he groans.

You orgasm as Simon’s name flows out of your mouth, clinging to the pillow for stability. He pulls out, cock still hard, and lets you catch your breath.

“Wait, Si, you didn’t cum.” You slightly turn to look at him. He pulls your pants back up and zips it closed.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“At least let me suck you off.”

“This was all about you, now get some rest.” He kisses your forehead and covers you with a blanket.

Once your head lays on the pillow, exhaustion washes over you and you submit into sleep.

END

[monstersflashlight]

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[machinehooman]

God, think of trans dombot! Simon with a very submissive subtop! reader and you are literally a monster but you can’t function without Simon’s voice giving you orders and you would follow him without question even if it costs you your life.

Think of how dombot! Simon puts a collar with leash on you while he’s lying back in his seat with his legs spread wide for you. Your thick cock stretches his already wrecked hole mercilessly as your heavy balls slap against the plump mass of his ass over and over again.

Dombot! Simon holds the leash to keep you in check, giving you a few tugs every now and then and keeping constant eye contact. You can see his lustful, commanding eyes through his mask as your already labored breathing hitches, he’s so handsome you just want to make him a baby just as cute

You continue pounding his pussy like a vice, listening to his moans and incomprehensible ramblings until your orgasm becomes imminent and you begin to beg him to let you cum, it's what you deserve after having done such a good job on your last mission

You cum as soon as Simon gives you his confirmation, leaving your fat cock stuck to the hilt as your balls empty into his swollen and reddened pussy, he'll probably get angry as soon as he comes down from his own ecstasy, but that's not important right now.

Dombot! Simon has the leash tightly gripped with his eyes rolled up and mind totally blank, the only thing he can feel is the pleasant stretch of your cock and your baby batter filling him to the brim. Just as you had anticipated Simon scolds you a while later, but you cared little when you were busy admiring your baby batter dripping from his pretty, abused pussy

Oh how you adore this man

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[heartfullofleeches]

Darling dared by their group of friends to walk past a bus stop known to be haunted by the ghost of a young woman looking for her groom - following those she deems to be a suitable partner home. They'll be totally fine and safe since they aren't a guy!

"G-guys?! There's somebody sitting on the bench. She's standing up and staring right at me!"

"Haha- Nice try, Y/n-"

"I'm serious! She's coming this way! I'm not even a-"

-

Trans Male Darling, years along the line - staring at himself in the mirror: ....

Trans Male Darling: ... Can't even say I'm surprised by how things turned out anymore-

Ghost Wife Yan, resting her head on his shoulder:<3

[userchai]

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 can’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

[rodolfoparras]

Barrack bunny reader but it’s top male reader x TF141

Barrack bunny reader where you cant satisfy all of 141 at the same time so you got soap and gaz rubbing their pussies together while watching you fuck ghost

Barrack bunny reader where you’re tuckered out after fucking 3/4 so you got Price or Soap or whoever riding your cock while you’re basically dozing off

Barrack bunny reader where you’re fucking only one of them and making three of them watch without being allowed to touch themselves, having their cocks hard and weeping between their legs as they beg and plead for you to just do something

Barrack bunny reader where you’re busy with one of the boys so ghost and soap have to fuck each other but it doesn’t feel the same so soap is just whining and complaining while riding ghost’s cock because Ghost just isn’t hitting the right spots

Barrack bunny reader where you’re sleeping with the boys on different days so while you’re with one member, you’ll have another member listening in through the walls and jerking themselves off to the sounds the two of you make

Barrack bunny reader where you’ll have all four of them on their knees trying to suck on your dick, you’ll have soap managing to wrap his lips around your cockhead while price jerks you off with his hand before ghost is pushing off the Scotsman so he can deep throat your cock while gaz fondles with your balls

[stellewriites]

trans!soap who buys one of those dick molding kits and drops it in ghost’s lap, asks him to do it so he can have a braw cock to fuck his new girlfriend with.

“need something that’ll leave her weak-kneed, ya ken? an’ i know from personal experience that yers’ll do the job, lt.”

[astr0exe]

HYBRID AU !

(tm reader, puppy reader, dehumanisation(?), nsfw)

(pt 2.)

Soap definitely tries to convince the other to let you stay in his room, just so he can pamper (use) you, his little puppy:(

I feel like Price would have a dog bed in his office, UNDER his desk, so you can play with his dick whenever he wants you to, cause.. you dont know what you really want puppy, just suck on his dick for a little bit, it will help your confused brain he promises and he wouldnt ever lie to his favourite pet

Gaz would absolutely spoil and pamper you, like always sliding you treats, letting you use him, letting you curl up in his lap

Ghost would probably have a collar made for you when you first get bought by them, a pretty pet deserves a pretty collar right boy? he would probably wanna see your drenched hole stretch along him AND Johnnys dicks, just be a good boy and take it:(

[thegnomelord]

if you write a thing about the creaming the zussy i will kiss ur boots

The boots better be shining when you're done.

How To Cure Zombies 101

CW:NSFW MDNI, crackfic obv PiV sex, TLOU Clicker trans Ghost, Top Male Reader, established relationship, happy ending, dub-con because Simon consented before he got bit but reader is apprehensive, zombie sex (does it count as necro?) how does this work? idk porn logic. Don't ask me how this happened, i hope this doesn't become what my blog becomes known for.

When the Cordyceps spread across the planet and turned millions of people into shambling mushroom infested undead, the world ended.

When Simon got bitten. . . your world ended.

You still remember it like it had been yesterday; He came back bloody, an empty look in his eyes as he showed you the bite on his arm. Your hands shook as he wrapped them around the grip of the gun and aimed it at his head. You both ended up on the floor with you crying into his chest, unable to pull the trigger.

You remember the resigned look in his eyes when he had agreed to let you do whatever you needed to him to cure him, but both of you knew there was no way, what made you immune to the fungus was as mysterious to the rest of the world as it was for you. His lips had been burning hot when he laid a soft kiss on your forehead, the last sense of warmth you've felt since the docs took him to where they kept the infected for study, your heart leaving with him.

And now?

Now the scientists that have been prodding you like a lab rat since Simon got bitten nearly a year ago say they have a way to bring his mind back, to get Simon back.

And the way to do it?

"So let me get this straight?" You begin, your voice tense, your body even tenser. "You want me to fuck the corpse of my lover? And that will cure him?"

That. You're not sure how the eggheads arrived to this conclusion, frankly all of their scientific jargons had flown over your head. All you understood was that the man you had fallen since the first time you met him could be brought back.

You sincerely hope you won't make some type of super fungus through this.

Words can't describe what you feel as you look at Simon's (is it even Simon?) bound body writhing on the gyno chair, naked and bare to you. You doubt you even know what you feel, hope and fear simultaneously curling in your stomach— You hadn't had the courage to look at him ever since the scientists took him away; The harsh laboratory lights make it easy to see the mycelium filling his veins beneath the ashy pale skin, mushroom caps growing beneath his pecs and across all other scars he has. Red and yellow mushrooms have eaten away his nose and spread out to follow the contours of his face, growing in a way that makes the mushroom caps blend together into a skull shape.

Your heart aches when you see his eyes haven't been eaten away yet, the once deep brown turned milky white and staring lifelessly past you, thrashing about in the bindings, rotten teeth gnawing on the ball gag in his mouth, small hisses and malformed muffled clicks echoing through the room.

You try to look down and you stop at his stomach, forcing yourself to breathe in and out slowly because your heart is beating so fast it feels like you'll have a panic attack. You have no idea if this will work and doing this to Simon only to find out it's as useless as all your previous attempts to cure him. . . you're sure it would break you. Closing your eyes and counting to ten you will yourself to focus, your eyes opening slowly and following the trail of little mushroom caps down to his groin.

It's not what you expected., but it's. . . a lot; Mushroom caps have replaced the lips of his cunt, similar to the hard growths on his head but these look thinner and longer, almost like flower petals framing his cunt, bright red at the corners and getting progressively lighter as it nears his hole. A sort of morbid curiosity compels you to reach out brushing your fingertips against the caps. They're surprisingly softer than you had expected, smooth and slick with some kind of slime. You can't help but notice how a longer stalked mushroom grows from what had been his clit.

You jerk your hand back when a second brush of your fingers makes his body to jerk back and attempt to fight against the restraints, more angry clicks vibrating his throat.

But you also notice a kind of… sweet scent in the air and it's coming from him. Cautiously you brush against the caps again, slowly dipping your fingers under to touch the gills underneath. You keep your hand where it is when he thrashes again, but you're certain that smell is stronger now, and you catch the glimpse of clear viscous slick slowly leak from his hole.

Carefully you push a finger into his hole in an attempt to stretch him out. Logically you know that he probably doesn't feel it, but it feels wrong to just stick your cock in him; He's cold. You know he's dead but you had held out some hope that he would be warmer, that there would be some signs of life despite how stupid that sounds.

He's dry right now, but more of that clear fluid seeps around your fingers and lubes the way as you experimentally push your finger all the way up to the last knuckle, and you felt his muscles flutter around you, clenching down as if trying to draw you in deeper. His head continued to thrash around, no change in the feral behavior, but you still try to be gentle, pushing one then two fingers in and slowly scissoring him open.

You pull your fingers out when his hole has relaxed enough to let you easily slide your fingers in and out, and he's produced enough slick to completely drench your hand. You try to look at him as you press your cock against his fluttering hole, but the sight of his milky eyes almost makes you soft on the spot so you screw your eyes closed and slowly slide in.

Despite how cold and wet his cunt is, you haven't felt anyone's touch, even your own, since he got infected, and a part of you feels disgusted at how a bit of pleasure traces up your spine. He continues to hiss and click as you bottom out, his hips bucking wildly you have to press them down. You set a slower pace than you're used to, keeping your thrusts even and consistent, afraid to tear anything but your fear is seemingly misplaced. He's so much wetter than he'd ever get before he got infected, slick wetly squelching as you bottom out over and over again, clicks and snarls accompanying every move you make.

You're ashamed to say you don't last long. Fuck, is he tight you've been ignoring your body for so long that when you accidentally brush against the stalk growing from his clit and his cunt suddenly tightens up like a vice you cum on the spot, your hips doing little minute twitches as you empty so much of your cum in his cunt that your balls hurt. You pull out just as slowly, both of your mixed fluids leaking out and almost getting caught by the soft mushrooms framing his hole.

You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and your heart breaks when his lifeless eyes blindly stare back at you.

You feel like a fool when the first time doesn't work, he's still just a body pupated by a fungus. And you feel like an even bigger fool when you agree to do this a second time.

But the third time. . .

You don't know if it's just wishful thinking but he seems more. . . alert. His head always follows you when you approach him but now his milky eyes almost seem to be looking at your face instead of staring straight through you. He's strangely still on the chair, teeth gnawing on the ball gag but he doesn't try to get out of the restraints.

He doesn't screech when you gently caress the soft outer mushroom caps framing his cunt, instead his chest vibrates with more deep clicks. Nor does he start to wildly writhe on the chair when you slowly sink a finger into his cunt, finding it's already wet with slick. If anything he almost seems to chase(more like stumble) after the sensation, his hips doing small little movements to push your finger deeper into him.

Emboldened by childish hope you do something you hadn't before and reach with your other hand to slowly trace the long stalk of the clitshroom (not a term you coined), before rubbing the base of the cap like you would your own cock.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the gentle pressure of your fingers makes him buck into your hands and let out an ear-piercing screech that the gag has trouble muffling. You pull your hands away and that worsens the problem, the shrieking turning into literal chest rumbling snarls as Simon starts to struggle against the bindings.

Panic rushing down your system you put your hands were they were, gently stroking the 2 inch long mushroom growing from his clit. His hips buck up to chase after your hand, the snarls reverting back into shrieks, but as you stroke him longer they gradually die down to low pitched clicks and whistles. You're stumped; the clicks sound a lot like a cat's puff, his hole fluttering and clenching around your fingers as you slowly push them inside.

He's warmer now, not quite how he was before, but not cold as a corpse either. You know that you've gone completely mad by the fact he starts to gyrate his hips— grinding down just as you get knuckles deep so your fingers can brush against the sensitive spots inside him — makes your mind think that it's a bit of your Simon coming back.

You shake your head and pull your hands away, taking hold of his trembling thighs. You're greeted with another deep snarl but he quiets down immediately when you start to slowly push into him. He feels even tighter now, and you watch how his head falls back on the headrest, a long series of low clicks and whistles squirming past the gag.

His hips move to meet your slow thrusts, tight warm walls squeezing down every time you attempt to pull out just like he used to do. And that thought has your body increasing the pace automatically, your balls slapping against his ass, every sharp thrust hitting something spongy inside him and drawing out a sharp click, the rough pace leaving you panting.

Mindlessly you look up, too caught up in the moment remembering how Simon loved eye contact to remember the situation you're in.

He's looking straight at you.

You halt mid thrust, the low hiss he lets out falling on deaf ears as you tilt your head to the side. You're not insane, his eyes follow you. They're still milky, but they don't look through you. He's looking at you.

Another rough clicking sound leaves him and he thrusts his hips down against yours with enough strength to bruise, almost impatient. Despite how stupid it is you reach out and quickly unbuckle the gag with trembling fingers. "Si?" You say, unable to hide the hope in your voice. "Are you there?" You lean over him, looking hopefully into his eyes. "Do you remember me?"

His jaw moves like he's munching on a survivor, but all that leaves his mouth are more clicks and rough grunts.

Fuck. You are a fool.

A sob tears through your chest before you can stop it, ducking your head down to lay it on his chest. You're unable to keep the fresh tears from falling on him, watering the damned mushrooms that had taken him from you. You can't stop the sobs from coming, your back bowed and shoulders shaking as you cry just as much as the day you first lost him.

His chest vibrates with another long series of clicks and whistles, just pouring salt on the gaping would in your chest.

Your name rights through the room.

It's scratchy, rough, almost incomprehensible to your ears, but it's your name.

You look up so quickly you almost snap his neck. "Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. "Are you in there?" You slowly reach out to hold his face, careful not to cut your hands on the sharp mushroom caps along his cheeks.

He looks at you back, jaw moving still, but he doesn't try to bite the flesh of your palms despite your hands being right there. "Ckckck-" He clicks, pupils going from pinpricks to blown out, "Ckckrkck- Mo- ckck-ve." He manages, a thrust of his hips accompanying the order.

Your heart leaps to your throat and you can do nothing but follow it, sliding one hand down to dig your nails into his thigh, looming over him as you pull out until only the head is inside and them slam into him that there's an audible clap of skin on skin as you bottom out. A half shriek half click half "Yes!" escapes him as he throws his head back, slack jawed.

A whole range of noises escapes him as you hammer into him with all you've got, one hand remaining always on his face. You can feel him getting hotter the longer you pound into him, body shaking as each thrust nails his sensitive spot. He gets progressively tighter and tighter as you fuck into him, and you let go of his thigh to carefully strike along the long shaft of the clitshroom.

He shrieks at the top of his lungs and his cunt clenches down on you like a vice, fluttering around you and gripping your cock like it doesn't want you to pull out. It pulls you into an orgasm,

"Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. He's too silent compared to how vocal he had been a few moments ago. "Are you in there?"

His head rolls a bit, peering at you through through his lashes, tongue moving heavily in his mouth and lips twitching up into a soft of barely-there grin. "Cckck- l- ckckc- love- ckrk-you -ckkckrkckck-"

Taglist: @dead-end-stuff

[simonsrileyhusband]

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"

[omegapropaganda]

🔥🍯🔥

Burnt Honey ch. 9

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

[lieutnt]

trans ghost getting eaten out for the first time maaaybe?😦

Simon doesn’t know what to expect - he’s never trusted anyone enough to let them get this far, this intimate, and when you first latch onto his puffy clit and suck, his thighs nearly crush your head with how quickly they try and snap shut, a ragged moan tearing from his chest.

You don’t give him time to adjust, running the flat of your tongue over his cunt from top to bottom and then back up again, bringing his clit back into your mouth and circling the bundle of nerves with your tongue. He can’t control his hips, body moving on its own as it tries to rock into your mouth, chase your tongue when you drag it down his pussy.

Your hands hold his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle in an attempt to get him to stop squirming, and all that energy travels straight to his mouth. You’ve never heard him so vocal, grunts and moans swiftly changing into rumbled praises, “Fuck, love, that feels-” he cuts himself off with a harsh intake of breath, eyes fluttering shut and body arching into your mouth as you suckle at his clit again, his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave.

He desperately clings to whatever skin he can reach, fingers clawing at your shoulders and moving up to twist in your hair, keeping your mouth on him as he crests that edge, his orgasm hitting him like a train as he gushes into your mouth, legs trembling either side of your head. You stay on him, tongue sliding through his cunt well into overstimulation and he has to pull you away, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

[fallenneziah]

More 09 trans!ghost smut for my dudes.

Cw: Gloryhole, trans!ghost, 09!Ghost, amab reader. A/B/O dynamics. Blowjobs. Getting to the point where I kind of just want to make a male OC for my little man Riley.

A/n: I bring you more food. *Shakes bag*

You knew Ghost wasn't yours. Of course your side of base had gotten up to some lasting habits the last little bit including marking down those going away for their heats. You had ways of dealing with it. Especially since Captain MacTavish was being handed as many under the table favors as you were.

You didn't mind it. You didn't mind trying to do some paperwork and feeling the intense heat filling the room from under your desk. Smelling pheramones that licked off the paint on the walls and stung your nose.

Feeling Ghost's fingernails digging into your thighs, throat relaxing as he sloppily caught the spit that dripped down your balls with his tongue. Looking up at you as best he could while he pressed his face flush to your groin. Moaning and soaking himself in your scent and your skin.

Ghost certainly wasn't yours. But you had every right to be jealous of him. He was the town whore for his captains and COs. The recruits very rarely got to have any of what he could offer. You were just lucky you were in his roster of cocks to suck when he felt like it.

He was extremely professional off the field. But as soon as he felt he wanted it or that heat set in. Simon Riley was a changed man.

He wasn't one to get embarrassed either. So seeing him waltz into your office was no shocker. Nor was him walking over to your desk, pulling his hoodie over his head, tossing it in the corner of your office and then promptly shoving his face in your crotch.

"Well you're proud aren't you?"

He'd only huff, waiting impatiently for you to give him the word, before you finally leaned back and spread your legs, letting him unzip your pants and pull your cock out. Stroking the flaccid length, pulling up his mask to get his warm mouth over the soft head.

Crystal blue eyelids fluttering as he pressed himself down into you.

Riley was your good boy as far as you were concerned. Fuck the sounds coming from MacTavish's room or hearing him taking a pounding from a second lieutenant he had been avoiding all day.

Today you felt particularly on edge for one reason. Simon's heat would be starting sometime. He'd not been acting well the past couple days so it was clear that you were right. But you hadn't seen Simon since then.

And that made you upset. Knowing he could be in heat and he went to someone else before you.

Your jealousy kept you from doing work, getting up and wandering the halls. Just get it out of you, maybe hear Riley taking it in that pretty pussy.

You walked near the bathroom, hearing the door swing open and a recruit walked out. He zipped up his pants, looking around and spotting you. Quickly he rushed away embarrassed, not wanting to be caught up in whatever was happening.

Odd. You went to the bathroom, pushing open the door and hearing chuckles and groans. Sounds of sex filled the air, the smell of lingering sharp wine filled with putrid semen slicking the floor.

One of the lieutenants saw you, unsure if you would be in on what was happening.

"What's going on?" You asked, but it didn't take long for you to catch one particular scent you knew well. Peppermint candies and kindle staining the walls of scent. Hitting you like a blast of cold air on a summers day.

"One of the soldiers is in heat." The lieutenant said. You saw two of the bathroom stalls open in either side of one locked stall. You knew them well. The inspection team could never figure out what the holes were for.

You squatted, bending down to see familiar shoes and bunched combat pants. You grinned wickedly, feeling arousal stir in your gut. "Slutty boy..." You muttered, standing.

"You know which one?" You asked, knowing they wouldn't. They shook their heads.

You didn't waste any time. You walked to the stall to the right, seeing the kid in there pressing his groin further against the hole in the stall. Breathing heavy past his lips and bucking lightly.

You touched his shoulder, making him jump. "I-I-"

"Times up kiddo."

He blushed, gripping the top of the stall divider and screwing his hips a few more times, no longer able to draw out his orgasm.

A slick pop could be heard,followed by a sharp deep breath from the middle stall. A low groan, and a jostle on the stall dividers meant someone had found their new spot across from you.

You ushered the kid out, sloppily he wiped his cock and shoved it, still hard and throbbing in his pants.

You didn't feel much remorse, closing the stall door and locking it. No one came in until you were done.

You slowly unbuckled your belt, bending down to the hole. "Riley~ you're being a bad boy." You said lowly.

You heard a soft whine, seeing a hand reach through the hole, wiggling fingers. You grabbed it, pressing his fingers to your lips.

"Please."

You could tell he was desperate, the smell was almost sickening.

You pushed him back through, undoing the flap of your jeans and pulling the zipper. You pulled your cock out, slowly stroking it, feeling the veins pop and your cock grow hard just from the thought of his lips pursed around your swollen head.

Pre-cum slowly built up on the tip, and you fed it into the hole, feeling warm breath sweep across the tip. You shuddered, keeping your thumb pressed on the base of your cock. You couldn't see him, but you felt him jostle, his lips brushing your cock, moaning a little.

From the second stall down, someone was having their fun, their cock burrowed deep inside Riley's dripping tight cunt.

Simon took your cock in hand, slowly licking it, lapping at the pre-cum before going over the head. Your cock pressed into his throat, feeling his tight reflexes tense around your fat length.

It was hot. The noises, the groans, the slapping skin and squelching juices. You couldn't help yourself, thrusting forward and forcing him to take more of you, his nose brushing against the stall divider.

He pressed his palm flat on the divider for stability, forcing his throat to relax and awkwardly bobbing his head on your cock.

You could imagine sparkling blue eyes leaking tears down freckled pale cheeks. Choking and spitting up saliva, tongue feeding against the bottom of your cock as you force him to take more like a big boy.

But this wasn't enough. Not for Riley, or for you.

"Come on, you're taking your sweet ass time."

The voice next to you said, a cocky attitude and a rough accent.

"You can wait your fucking turn." You replied, knowing exactly who was behind that door. You chuckled, groaning softly as Riley's lips sucked your cock, pushing himself down, choking and then pulling away. Saliva dripping from his sore, raw lips to the tip of your swollen cock.

"You know, Riley. You're really a slut."

Riley let out a soft moan, his body shaking and jerking as he was taken.

"F-Fuck... Captain please..."

You hummed lowly, urging him back onto your cock. You felt pride knowing without even seeing him you could coax him back to your cock. Knowing that Riley was rightfully your slut no matter what anyone said. "Fuck... Suck it like you mean it. I know you can do better that that." You gripped the top of the divider, forcing your groin flush against the hole.

His warm wet mouth and throat were perfect. Tight and hot. Just for you.

"Good boy, good boy, choke on it, come on, I know you can, you fucking slut, you love sucking me off, don't you, taking my thick cock and letting everyone hear."

Riley batted tears away from his eyelashes, his knees feeling weak as he felt seed pooling into his cunt. He choked, forcing himself down on your cock, tongue lapping at the underbelly of veins as his own orgasm dripped into his messy pubic hair.

It felt so hot. He couldn't remove one more inch of clothing but fuck. This was all he could do to combat that feral little beast inside him that wanted to ride cock until his hips fell off or someone put a baby in him.

Wanting to drive seed from you, wanting to taste it, to enjoy it like he always did. He continued to suck, your hips pressed to the cold stall wall, hearing choke and feeling him swallow. Your orgasm building up, your cock pulsing in his mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, Riley, I'm gonna cum, gonna fill that pretty mouth, gonna make you drink every last drop. God damnit you're a good fucking boy, aren't you?"

Simon only sucked. Kept his mouth going and busy. With one last swallow you groaned, shooting your load in his mouth. His gag reflex went haywire, trying to swallow and coughing on the thick spend.

Pulling away from your cock and choking it up down his chin, dripping into the floor. He panted, swallowing thickly to recover. Your cock still twitching in the hole, leaking the last drops.

"F-fuck."

"I know you're not done."

The other stall door closed, a recruit stumbling out, looking back to make sure they weren't caught, and left the bathroom.

Simon panted, knees shaking. You slowly pulled your cock away, wiping what Simon didn't get and tucking yourself back into your jeans. "When you're done you know exactly where to go."

You fixed your belt and opened the stall. Letting the soldier waiting impatiently inside. You still heard Simon choke and pant, knowing you seared his insides with another imprint. Still your slut, still your hole, no matter how many other men thought they could fill him full. You'd always, always exceed.

[gofishygo]