#trans masc simon riley

[reaping-the-benefits]

Trans masc Ghost who will play with your pussy for hours, making you cum on his tongue and fingers. Will fuck you will a strap on until you're seeing stars.

Who, oddly enough, isn't comfortable with you touching his pussy.

But after some time, and maybe a few drinks, he finally let's you between his legs. And God does he regret not letting you do it sooner. The way you suck on his t-dick while fingering him had his legs shaking faster than he thought it would.

You find out that night that he's a squirter.

[demoborg]

tf141 except the t stands for trans

[sgt-tombstone]

trans civilian Roach headcanon that he got his nickname from roachification…

idk combining two areas of my life that probably shouldn’t touch but Roach going through force masc where his two boyfriends, Ghost and Soap, teach him how to be a real man

it starts with them teaching him how to smoke, both cigarettes and weed, walking him through hit after hit until he’s not coughing as badly, until his limbs are loose and his mind is hazy

and then he starts T, and his voice starts to drop even without the smoke roughening his vocal cords, and his body starts growing hair and weight starts to distribute differently. Not much; his stomach, calves, and thighs have a decent dusting of sandy-brown fuzz, and his belly gets just a little softer, but Ghost and Soap worship ever change his body goes through

they help him with his T shots, which is strangely erotic all on its own; their intense focus on the needle, piercing his skin and injecting that which is irrevocably, irreversibly changing him

they encourage him to lean into his vices, that which makes him happy, everything that society had frowned upon when he had presented femininely, and he’s never felt better

I just want Roach to be a scrungly, dirty little guy with two boyfriends who absolutely dote on him

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

Compartmentalizing here because if it's in a note on my phone, it's gone and I wanna share my ideas

Zombie apocalypse scenario because that's how I got fuckin neck deep in this cod stuff to begin with and there aren't enough for male/gn readers or aren't super depressing (angst is fun but I'm a hurt comfort man)

Posting that price one shot I already wrote

Fulfilling a request (technically two but they're very similar so I may lump them into one? TBD)

Got a ghost thing I've got kinda scribbled out in a doc

Polyam ghoap where one if them is kidnapped instead of you (I know I said Johnny in my little blurb but also the antsy possibilities of ghost being napped instead is making me go wild)

More polyam stuff in general cuz four pretty boys all snuggling me and each other? Yeah

That price x loyal dog fic I wanna write. May very possibly make it a hybrid au thing cuz I see a lot of those but I make absolutely no promises on that exact detail happening lol

Also no promises but I do wanna continue my castlevania fic at some point. It's one of the most fun things I've ever written and I miss it

Edit: also royal au stuff too because ugh prince x knight forbidden/hidden love type stuff absolutely destroys me

I think that's it jfc writing brainworms really just go hog wild when you allow yourself to indulge huh

[plagues02]

CoD Modern Warfare II - Queer HCs

Pride Month 2024 - Day 17

Price is gay.

Laswell is a lesbian(canon).

Ghost is a trans man who uses he/him. He’s asexual and gay.

Soap is trans masc and uses he/they pronouns. He’s bisexual with a masc lean.

Gaz is a trans man who uses he/him, and he’s bisexual with no lean either way.

Nikolai is achillean.

Alejandro is bisexual with a masc lean.

Rudy is a trans man who uses he/him, and he’s gay.

Valeria is bisexual with a fem lean.

König is nonbinary and uses they/it. They’re gay, only attached to men, and polyamorous.

Roach is omnisexual with a masc lean, and he’s polyamorous.

[nullwritesmonsters]

Frustrations and Distance { Ghost x Trans-masc reader!} MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY!!

Warnings: Uses afab terms for reader's genitals. Reader is afab and trans masc. Reader referred to as : Good boy, Puppy, Baby

You were on leave, mandatory leave for an injury that had to heal before you were able to return to work. You relished the break until you learned your boyfriend Ghost was unable to get his time off approved and was going to be deployed for a few weeks. 

Now sitting alone in the house, you spent the next two months bored and frustrated out of your mind. The house had been cleaned three times over and you were still left with this antsy feeling. So you headed upstairs to your and Ghost’s room, the scent of him hadn’t faded completely and it was the only reason you’d been able to fall asleep these past two months. 

Falling back onto the bed you slowly worked your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside yourself. As much as you worked yourself you were unable to cum, the frustration building up in you even more. You shot off the bed with a growl and stomped into your shower to clean yourself off. 

Unfortunately for you, You hadn’t been able to get off on your own since Ghost had left. You tried everything, your toys, fingers, looking at porn, but nothing had worked. It left you a pent-up mess and desperately missing your boyfriend. 

Luckily Ghost was getting back from being deployed in a few days. The thought cheered you up but you were still a bit peeved at your lack of release. You’d started to blame Ghost for your issue, he’d ruined you with his big dick and now you needed him to cum. Realistically you knew it wasn’t that (probably) but it was still easier to blame him for it. 

You stepped out of the shower and decided to get started on dinner, might as well since you didn’t have anything better to do. Or you would’ve had the doorbell not rung. You slipped downstairs and headed for the door, opening it to see Ghost standing outside with his bag.

You stared in disbelief, He wasn’t supposed to be back for at least a few more days! You surged forward with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him into a hug. “Simon you’re back! I thought you were gone for a few more days?” You asked staring up at him. Ghost smiled down at you and kissed the tip of your nose. 

“We got back early, I got my leave approved finally so I’m home for a bit” He explained. You were really glad he was back, but another more petty part was still peeved that you hadn’t gotten off in two months. 

Your demeanor changed as you pulled away, walking back into the house with a huff. “About time, You should’ve gotten it earlier” You grumble at Ghost, leaving him confused. 

The blonde walks inside with a frown and shakes his head. “Hey, what’s the deal? Why are you mad at me?”

“I haven’t cum in seven weeks Ghost!” You snap at him, whirling around to face the taller man. Ghost blinks at you and sets his bag down on the kitchen table. 

“But you have toys and stuff?” He asks slightly confused. You roll your eyes and fold your arms, looking away with a blush. “I couldn’t finish, it’s… it’s not the same without you” Ghost chuckles deeply and steps behind you, gently guiding you by the hips as you continue to complain without noticing what he’s doing. You barely hear the sound of his belt unbuckling as you continue to rant “You ruined me, Nothing worked, not my toys or my fingers, I can only- oh!”

In one smooth motion, Ghost pulls your shorts down and slides into your dripping pussy. He chuckles deeply and presses a kiss to your neck “That better baby? Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you”

Ghost gently folds you over the dining room table and grinds his hips into you in slow, dirty circles. His thick girth spreads you open, the head bumping against your cervix with every deep grind. You’re speechless as he continues to rock into you, the feeling of him inside you is almost overwhelming from how long it’s been. 

You inhale a choked breath and moan, drawn out and breathy when Ghost thrusts into you. He pulls back and begins to slowly press in and out. You feel his smirk on your throat and if you weren’t paralyzed with pleasure you’d wipe it off his face. “Simon!” You whine the other man’s name, tears already gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

Your brain turns to mush when Ghost brings his hand between your legs and rubs gently on your clit, his gloved hand giving you much-needed friction on the bud. You clench around him with a gasp and rock into the rough feeling of his glove on you. “Oh that’s it baby, I’ll give you what you need” He coo’s into your ear, rocking deep into you.

You shiver against him, thankful for the table underneath you holding up your weight. You’re not sure if you’d be able to stand on your own with how much your legs are shaking. “Simon!” You whine, grabbing onto his forearms as he leans over your back. He lets out a huff and buries his face in your hair, starting to move faster. 

You squeeze around him and your breath hitches as his hips piston into yours, his fingers rubbing against your clit. You gasp out your name as you reach your peak, a broken moan leaving your lips as you cum around him. 

Ghost eases you through it, rolling his hips and playing with your clit. You squirm underneath him at the overstimulation but he keeps a firm grip on your hips. He presses a kiss to your cheek and pants into your ear. 

“Good job puppy, gonna make you cum on my cock again yeah? Want you screaming and crying on my dick while I pump a load into you” He whispers into your ear and heat coils in your stomach again. 

Ghost growls softly as he begins to pick up the pace again. You can feel him throbbing inside, the strong pulses against your inner walls. He aims his hips to the spot that makes you see stars and bullies it. You cum again, whiting out for a moment as Ghost continues to slam into you. 

When you come to Ghost is panting roughly into your neck, teeth grazing your throat. He pulls away with a grunt and hikes your leg up onto the table. “Roll over, I want to see your face” He pleads, voice rough and desperate. 

You flip over onto your back and stare up at your boyfriend. He’s flushed and sweaty with an adoring look on his face. He swallows as he meets your eyes, his brown eyes dark and hungry as he scans over your fucked out expression. 

He leans in and kisses you softly, a hard switch from the rough and dirty way he was fucking you just a moment ago. You card your hand through his hand and arch into the kiss, closing your eyes and sinking into the feeling. Ghost licks your lips and rests his forehead on your collarbone as he presses the tip to your entrance. 

The taller man pushes in, head catching on your inner ring as he slides in. He presses a kiss on your inner thigh and rubs circles into your skin with his thumb. Your head falls back against the table as he sinks in fully, hips pressed flush to yours. “Perfect for me love, Only I get to have you like this… You’re mine” He growls against your lips and then starts to move. 

Ghost sets a punishing pace as he trails kisses up your chest, hands gripped tightly to your hips as he pounds into you. The table creaks with each thrust and you sob as each movement brushes against your g-spot. 

Ghost grunts, eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted as he chases your releases. He cracks open his eyes and moans at the sight of you underneath him. “Oh fuck, that’s it puppy. Come on, cum for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy squirt. Fuck, you always look so good with my cum dripping out of you. My good boy” He praises, fingers coming back to find your clit while the other presses down on your stomach. 

You shriek with pleasure and babble a mixture of swears and Ghost’s name. Your body arches sharply off the table with a loud moan as the tension in your stomach snaps. “Simon I’m close! Oh fuck, fuck fuck!”

You shake as your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your release sprays against Ghost and drips down your thighs, warm and sticky. He groans as you clench down on him and leans down, biting into your neck as he reaches his peak.

His hips stutter as he pumps his load into you, thick ropes of cum splash against your walls as he grinds into you. Ghost braces himself over your body, staring into your eyes as he fills you with his spend. 

He pants softly and brushes hair out of your face, his other hand dropping from your legs hooked over his shoulders. He kisses you, slow and drawn out as he pulls out. You hiss at the overstimulation, looking down to see your pussy puffy and red. You and Ghost’s cum drip out slowly between your folds and onto the dining room table. 

Ghost dips his fingers down and swipes it up, sucking the mixture off his fingers with a grin. He swallows it and finally lets your legs drop from his shoulder. You sit up and lean against his chest, feeling hazy and fucked stupid. Ghost notices your expression and coo’s at you, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. “There we go, my little pup cum drunk from my cock, just how he should be”

You whine at his words but it’s true, this is your favorite feeling in the entire world. He scoops you up and walks over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a towel and wetting it with warm water. Ghost cleans you up gently, pressing soft kisses to your temples. He sets you down on the couch, shusing you when you whine as he leaves you. 

You assume he’s cleaning off the table and it’s not long until Ghost is back at your side. He slips your shorts and underwear back on and pulls you into his lap. You both recline down the length of the couch. Ghost rubs your thighs absentmindedly as you both calm down. He nuzzles into your hair and squeezes his arms around you. 

“I missed you so much when I was gone. I’m not used to you being gone on the field” Ghost admits, hugging you tighter to his chest. You smile up at him and cup his jaw “Me too, it’s not the same when you’re not here either” 

Ghost leans into the touch and sighs “But if the sex is that good every time we’re separated I might ask for less leave” He grins down at you, yelping when you smack his shoulder. He chuckles at your pout and tilts your chin up, kissing you. He stares into your eyes and caresses your cheek. “I love you” 

You melt at the words no matter how many times Ghost has said them by now. You sit up and press a light kiss to the man’s jaw, peppering light ones across the scars on his face. “I love you too”

Ghost blushes and you laugh at his reaction. He rolls his eyes at you but pulls you closer. The two of you settled in together on the couch, everything was perfect now that you were side by side. You closed your eyes and basked in the sensation of Ghost’s love.

[princeinsomniavoid]

For the love of fuck please make more gender neutral/masc x reader head canons/fics please I'm fucking tired of seeing like 5 million fem/afab fics when there's little to no gn/amab/masc content for my f/os im fucking starving over here for the love of god! :]

[waambles]

WHEN THEY?? WHEN THEM!? THEM?!? AAAAAA

[ghostsoapgirl]

Thinkin’ Bout You

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ghost x Transmasc!Reader

Word Count: 3600

A/N: I hope i did this fic justice. I haven’t written smut in years and as i am not a transmasc person I just hope i portrayed it okay. 

MINORS DNI!!!

Simon’s finger hovered over the call button. It’s been months, if not a year, since he’d heard from you last. What does he say? With out giving it another thought, he presses the button. It rings for only a second before it’s answered.

“Simon!” your voice exclaims loudly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the pure joy in your voice was definitely not it. “How are you? God, its been forever.” He allowed you to ramble a bit before he spoke.

“I was just thinking about you, about us, from before.” The soft sigh that leaves your lips has him breathless. God, he’d give anything to have you with him right now.

“Simon,” you speak softly, not sure where he’s going with this. “I always think about you too.” and it’s true. There’s not a day that goes by without him crossing your mind. Your lives were just too different, opposite sides of the spectrum. Your job keeps you in one place while his has him all over the world for indeterminate amounts of time. “How have you been?” He isn’t sure how to answer that so he just does.

“Stressed,” he lets out through a small laugh and your heart soars at the sound. God, you’d give anything to be next to him right now. “I’ve got a few weeks of downtime.” He let that hang in the air. He didn’t want to flat out ask to see you, hoping you’d take the bait and invite him.

“Don’t wanna spend time alone?” You knew Simon, you knew this. It’s how your situationship started in the first place. Simon wasn’t one to ask for things he wanted. Especially if that thing was you. “I’m sure Soap wouldn’t mind the company,” you teased. You’d heard plenty of stories about the duo back when you and Simon could have been considered something. Now though, it had been over a year since you’d even spoke.

“Don’t wanna spend time with Johnny,” he grumbled through the phone.

“What do you want, Simon?” You knew you were pushing your luck and after a long moment of silence, you had to check the phone to make sure he hadn’t hung up. When you saw the call was still connected, you made a humming noise in your throat, hoping it would urge his honesty. Honestly, you weren’t expecting an answer, so you almost missed the mumbled you when he said it. You hesitated briefly, unsure if he’d expand on it. When he didn’t you spoke up again. “Simon.” Spoken so softly he could have missed it but he didn’t. Spoken as an affirmation, an answer in just his name.

“When,” came his gruff reply. You knew you’d pushed him to his limit now so you took pity on him.

“Are you in the states?” When he confirmed he was in fact in the states, you went on the schedule a time for him to come out. You laughed when he told you he was already in your state, because of course he knew you couldn’t say no to him. You were still in the same apartment you’d been in the last time he’d seen you so you told him he could just head on over. After a quick goodbye you started the shower, trying to calm the nerves coursing through you. The last time you had seen Simon was prior to your top surgery. You admired the scars in the mirror before turning and hopping in. Your shower was methodical and quick, and when you emerged you headed to your bedroom to decide on what to wear.

Deciding on a nice tank top and some loose shorts, because hey, this was your apartment and you absolutely refused to get dressed up, you headed to the kitchen to try and decide on something to make. But as soon as you left your bedroom, there was a knock at your door. All the nerves you’d been holding back up until this point released a flurry in your belly. Before you could change your mind or doubt your choice of clothes, you walked to the door and flung it open.

Simon just sood there appraising you. You watched as his eyes took you in, from head to toe. His gaze passed over your chest quickly before finding your eyes again and you could see the crinkle of a smile through the balaclava he wore. You stepped back, allowing him entrance into your apartment. As soon as the door shut though you were pulled into a hug, Simon tucking his face into your neck, breathing you in.

“I missed you, too,” you said, because you did. You knew this was Simon’s way of saying the things he couldn’t so you allowed yourself to melt into the hug, smiling when you were chest to chest. There was nothing between you now, no uncomfortable mounds of flesh to hide behind big sweaters or side arm hugs.

“You did it,” was whispered against your neck and he didn’t have to specify for you to know what he’d meant. Your entire time with Simon, he knew how much you hated your chest and how you’d done everything you could to hide it. At his words, you melted further into him, tucking your face into his jacket.

“I did,” you laughed as he pulled away to look at you again. As his gaze raked over your form, you tried to fight the blush rising on your skin. Of course, that only made Simon grin even harder. God, how you’d missed that smile. You reached up and placed your hand on the bottom of his mask, asking a silent permission. When he nodded, you lifted the mask in one swift motion, needing to have his beautiful face bared to you. Your breath caught in your throat. Gods he was gorgeous. He wasn’t wearing his normal black eye paint under the mask so you got to see him in all his glory.

“Look at you,” you said through a smile. “Just as pretty as always.” It was Simon’s turn to blush now as he ducked his head. A finger under the chin and he was looking into your eyes again. “Why me?”

“You know why,” he spoke as he pulled away from you to drop his duffel on the way to your living room. You didn’t know, you hoped but there was a niggling of doubt in the back of your head so you needed to hear him say it. When you didn’t move to follow him he turned around and sighed. “I dreamt of this, you know. Having you to come home to after missions.” That shook you to your core. You’d had those same dreams of him coming home to you, of making a home with him. But things didn’t work like that. He refused to give up his home in the UK and you had refused to leave the job you’d worked so hard for. Every now and then, he’d visit and you’d enjoy your time together but both knew it could never be anything more.

That’s why a year ago, you’d been forced to end things for good. Your heart couldn’t take being with him but not being able to have him. You never labeled what you had and you never, ever dared to tell him how you truly felt about him. So you’d let him go. You’d fought the urge every day to call him, leave a message and beg him to come back to you. It had hurt but you knew it was the only way you’d heal. You didn’t though. You never got over him but you maintained your strength and never reached out.

And then he called you.

“I can’t leave my home, Si.” He visibly shivered at the use of the nickname you’d given him. “If you came here just to tell me I can’t have you, then I'm sorry but I can’t go through that again. I won’t recover this time.” HIs eyes widened at that.

“This time? WE ended things amicably.” You could hear the question in his voice. “There never was an us.” His voice broke at that but it broke you even more. You knew that, had always known that, but hearing him say that? You fought the tears back down, because you were not going to cry in front of him and you were about to ask him to leave when he continued. “Was there?”

“Of course there was! “ Your voice was louder than you intended so you took a deep breath to compose yourself. “You were my everything. But our lives were so different, in different countries, there wasn’t a way for this to work.” You gestured between the two of you, finally meeting his eyes. The sadness in them mirrored your own but you had to keep going. “I loved you. I still do, Si.”

He closed the distance between the two of you so fast your head spun. It was his turn to put a finger on your chin and force you to look him in the eyes. “What?” The disbelief in his voice was evident and it brought back a memory from so long ago. There’s nothing he to love, he’d told you once. You’d already loved him then but there was no way you’d ever tell him that. At least not then.

“Simon, don’t play dumb. I’ve loved you for a while now. I wasn’t going to say anything because you made it clear what we were doing wasn’t about love.” You managed not to spit the last word but you could feel your anger rising. As you were about to continue on your rant, Simon interrupted.

“I sold my place.” The absurdity of what he’d said forced a laugh from you. You stared at him trying to make sense of what he’d said. “About three weeks before I was granted leave, I sold it. It’s never been a home. I don’t have a home unless I have you.”

“What are you saying,” you managed to breathe out. Tears were threatening to spill. Home. You were Simon’s home. That means?

“I love you.” Simon stated it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to be here. With you. I want to come home to you.” His hands had moved to your waist now, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the skin of your hips. When had his thumbs moved under your tank top? You couldn’t remember as his words washed over you again and again.

The tears were flowing freely now and you didn’t even try to stop them. You had so much you wanted to say, needed him to know but instead of speaking, you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips into his. It took only a second before Simon was kissing you back, nudging you backwards until you were pressed against the wall. HIs tongue teased your lips and you melted, opening for him. He kissed you breathless for several minutes before parting for air, Both your chests were heaving, his forehead resting against yours.

“I’m saying,” he spoke between pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead, “that if you’ll have me, I’d like to come home to you. Here.”

“In the states?” you asked between panting breaths. Simon laughed, his mouth now on your neck.

“Where ever you are.” And yeah, okay you could work with that. Before you could answer, your tank top was pulled to the side and Simon nibbled on the space between your neck and shoulder. A moan was pulled from your throat and your hands found their way into his hair. His thumbs were still rubbing circles into your hips and between his mouth and fingers, you were going crazy, You didn’t know what you wanted, just that you needed more.

Tugging on his hair, he got the hint before releasing your neck and lifting his head to look at you. The adoration in his eyes made your knees weak. You pushed against his chest and he stepped back from you, eyeing you curiously. What you were about to do had your skin tingling with nerves but if anyone was going to see you like this, it was going to be him.

Simon watched, enraptured, as you hands went to the base of your tank top and lifted it. It was over your head and on the floor in a moment, and you stood there bare before him. Even without breasts, this was intimate for you. Sharing your bare chest with someone in this way was something you were never sure you’d get to do. HIs eyes raked over your now flat chest and the fire in his eyes lit a fire in your core.

“Can I?” he asked as his hand reached for you, seemingly of its own accord. He stopped, waiting for your answer. You simply nodded and that was all the permission he needed. He ran his thumb softly over your scars and a sigh left your throat. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” you laughed breathlessly, “just sensitive.” “In a good way?” His eyes were alight and your heart melted a little more at the thought.

“I don’t know. No ones ever.” you allowed your voice to trail off and the look on his face had you pause.

“No one else has seen you like this?” The possessive tone in his voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. Instead of answering you shook your head no. “You’re mine, you hear me,” he practically growled out as both hands came to squeeze your pecs. “Lets find out how sensitive these are?” Before you could question what he meant by that he was ducking his head and licking a wet stripe over your left scar.

Your knees went weak at the sensation but one of Simon’s hands were on your hip, helping to hold you steady. He proceeded to lick and kiss every inch of your scar from one side to the other before taking your nipple between his teeth. You knew from others that sometimes sensation took a long time to come back but thank fuck that wasn’t the case for you. Your hips bucked, looking to get any sort of friction and Simon slotted his thigh between your legs, giving you something to grind against.

He rolled your nipple between his teeth, switching between biting and licking, before moving on and paying the same attention to the other nipple. When he finally has mercy on you and releases your nipple from his teeth, his lips find yours again. Its you who breaks away this time, begging or pleading, you’re not sure, but Simon seems to get the hint as the next thing you know he’s guiding you to your couch.

He lays you down upon it gently before his hands find the waist band of your shorts. You nod, giving permission without him having to ask, and he pulls your shorts and boxers off in one fell swoop. He takes a moment to just step back and admire you before you make a hand motion telling him to get on with it. He laughs, a breathless laugh that makes your head spin, before pulling his hoodie and shirt off in one go.

It’s your turn to stare now. As Simon undoes his pants, you watch the muscles in his stomach ripple from the movement, cataloguing the new scars that weren’t there the last time you guys were in this situation. There’s a new one on his hip your eyes trace and as it reaches his thigh you realize he's completely bare before you, his cock hanging heavy and red between his legs.

“Gods’ I’ve missed you.” Its out of your mouth before you even know your saying it and you blush again. It seems to be the right thing to say because Simon is crawling onto the couch with you, slotting his lips with yours before grinding against you. Every drag of him has your cunt throbbing, his head catching your clit on every thrust.

“I would love to take my time with you,” you say when you break the kiss. Simon just kisses your neck and collarbone, not seeming to be able to keep his mouth off of you, “but please for the love of god, fuck me.” He laughs into your neck before leaning back to look in your eyes.

“Condom,” he asks, just as breathless as you feel.

“No, there's been no one since you.” That fuels the possessiveness in him and he leans back in for a kiss as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Just go slow, Si, you’re not a small man.” He laughs against your mouth and pushes forward the smallest bit. You groan together as his head breaches your cunt, the stretch causing your head to spin. He allows you to adjust for just a moment before he’s pushing himself further into you.

You can tell he’s holding back, only moving an inch or so at a time and your patience is wearing thin. You wrap your legs around him, lifting your hips at the same time, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go. A moan rips from your throat, a groan leaving him at the same time. Gods, you forgot how big he was. He allows you a moment to adjust to the full size of him before pulling out just a bit and rocking back into you.

You moan together at the fullness, the feeling of him and you plead for him to just move already. With a light nip to your collarbone, he listens, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. Your eyes close as he sets a slow and steady pace, pulling all the way out before fucking back into you, the rhythm not enough to push either of you over the edge, just enough to let you feel all of him.

You allow him this, the slow fucking for a few minutes before your grabbing at his shoulders, begging for faster or harder, you’re not sure, probably both. With a nip to your collar bone, he leans his weight back onto his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulder before slamming back into you. The change of position, the speed and the depth at which he's fucking you pull a moan from your throat. Simon laughs, that beautiful noise, before it breaks off in a choked grown as you squeeze your walls around him.

“Please,” you beg, needing to be touched. Simon understand your pleas, running his hands all over your stomach, your chest, fingers lovingly tracing your scars, before his hands rub down your sides, one holding your hip firmly as the other reaches between you too. The first flick of his thumb over your swollen clit forces a hiss from you. “Just like that,” and so he continues to fuck you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You can feel the heat building in your core, that familiar tingle in your limbs letting you know your close. You tell him as much and he redoubles his efforts, applying just a bit more pressure to your aching clit.

“Tell me where love, I’ll pull out,” before he can even finish his sentence, your answering him.

“Inside, please, I wanna feel you.” With that, your orgasm rips through you pulling a shout from your throat. You feel his hips begin to falter before you feel him twitching inside of you, and the feeling of him flooding your insides pulls a few more twitches from your body before he collapses on top of you, bracing his weight on his elbows.

It takes you both a few minutes to catch your breath and you open your eyes, not even sure when you closed them, to see Simon watching you. You want to say something, anything to let him know that you want this forever and he seems to read your mind, because he speaks up first.

“I know we have a lot to discuss, but please tell me to stay.” The question in his voice causes your heart to break just a little. Simon, ever the doubter, still thinks you're going to turn him away.

“Forever,” you whisper against his lips as both of your hands find his cheeks. You kiss like that for a few moments, before he slips out of you and climbs off the couch. He returns a moment latter with a warm washcloth. After he cleans you up, he hands you a shirt and your boxers from the ground. You slip on your boxers and as you slide the shirt over your head your realize its his.

“Staking your claim, are you?” He laughs before pulling his own boxers on, slipping the shirt over your head and rejoining you on the couch.

“I’d like to think I already did that.” You laugh together before finding a blanket to pull over both of you, finding your remote and turning on the tv for some background noise. Before you know it, Simon is drifting off into your side and you feel your own eyelids get heavy. You fall asleep just like that, curled into Simon’s side before you allow your own eyes to close.

For the first time in a year, you feel content. Safe. Loved. And you’ll do anything to keep this feeling for the rest of your life.

[slumberingcorpse]

With or without the mask I still have extreme gender envy.

just some bloke…

[syoddeye]

final part of piercer!simon. read the previous bit.

simon x transmasc!reader. ~2.1k words. +18 only. Note: Cunt, cock, and clit are used to describe genitalia of a trans masc reader’s body. Hit the back and/or block buttons as needed. CW: description of piercing procedure, dubcon touching (reader is interested and generally consenting, but a lil scared because simon), packing, minor negative self-talk, needles (mentioned), invasive questions, simon riley’s bad filthy jokes, mild degradation, praise, fingering, frotting, just the tip, italicized dialogue

Want to see what a Duke piercin' would look like on you?

No sooner than you mutter a ‘yes’, Simon helps you to your feet, and orders you to strip from the waist-down. He turns away to rummage through an acrylic cabinet. Hands trembling, you pop your fly and pull the zipper. At the sound, the broad set of shoulders and back in front of you tense. You hesitate, fingers curled around your waistband, and his head swivels a fraction. He’s listening.

Your breath shudders. This is a preview. Not the actual piercing. 

Your jeans are barely to your thighs when he faces you again, steel forceps back in hand, two bells pinched in his fingers. Staring through half-lidded, dark eyes, he gestures to your boxer briefs with the instrument.

Those too. All the way off. Nothing I haven’t seen before. 

You doubt it. Slow as molasses, you peel the cotton down, carefully taking the modest foam packer with it. Your eyes fix themselves to the crease of Simon’s bent arm, the inky black of his tattoo, but you can’t close your ears to how he inhales deeply through his nose. Not in the way you expect. With interest, like he’s trying to sniff you out.

All the way off. He repeats.

You obey and step out of the pile of clothes. Simon hums. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze and find him staring. His eyes narrow slightly, apparently having waited, then drag down your body. Their weight palpable when they reach your cock.

Pretty.

Simon steps closer and chucks your chin with the forceps. The cold makes you swallow, and his subtle crows' feet crinkle. 

Do you trust me?

He knows the answer. You’ve paid him to stab you over a dozen times, but he needs a ‘yes’, and you give it to him. He moves. Both you and him.

Despite the cool, sterile atmosphere of Simon’s studio, you feel like you’re melting. Heat licks up your back, curling around your neck and cheeks, blistering with a mix of humiliation and anticipation. Every nerve ending alight, and Simon hasn’t even touched you, at least, not where you want him to.

Comfy?

Another ‘yes’ ekes out.

Legs spread and hauled over Simon’s thick thighs, you recline between his legs, facing a mirror. One hand guides your hips into a slight angle, putting your cock on display. His arms slip under yours, smoothing the corner of the bandage protecting your fresh navel piercing.

A chuckle rumbles through your back and tightens your chest. The hand on your stomach shifts, and his arm bands around your middle. Tucking his head into your shoulder, paper mask skimming your cheek, he draws the forceps closer to his target, and his breathing quiets in your ear. Beneath the lingering smell of disinfectant, smoke and cardamom wafts off his skin.

Gonna be cold. I’ve got you.

And it is, and he does. You fight your reflexes as he maneuvers the instrument between your thighs, brushing your cock and the sensitive dip of skin and hair. Gently exposing you further, he coos in your ear, a smugness edging his voice when it twitches. Look at you. Perfect candidate. 

The chill bites as the blunt jaws hold the skin away from your cock, and your eyes dart between it and your cunt. Your fingertips dig into his thighs at the sheen of arousal threatening to pool and drip. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed.

Hold these. Simon taps the handle. Don’t move or it’ll hurt.

Your hand takes over, and his grip relents. A barbell in each hand, he slowly moves the jewelry into places, his breath deep and even. Rapt, your mouth parts. The symmetry is simple, yet—

Gorgeous. Eyes flicking to him in the reflection, you preen, and his deep, rattling breath makes you shiver. Do you get hard often?

You wilt and think to rise, bail, but then he rubs the steel along the sides of your cock, coaxing it to attention. The move chokes his name out of your throat, and you nearly drop the tool. A huff of laughter filtered by the mask warms your face. He meets your eye in the mirror and continues.You like that, pretty? Can feel how stiff you are.

His thighs open further, taking yours with them, his covered mouth pressing to your neck. His fingers stray from the bells every other arc against your cock, gingerly stroking. At the escape of a whine, he drops the pretense altogether. The jewelry clatters to the ground abandoned, and he reclaims the forceps. He drags the flat, oval tips over your skin as if they were as soft as a feather. His free hand snakes under the hem of your shirt, shoving up until it glides to the base of your neck. A thumb rests in the hollow of your throat. The sight in the mirror renders you speechless, watching his dexterous fingers manipulate the metal to tease and toy, winding you up until you shake.

Normally can’t get you to shut it, now you’re as quiet and as fidgety as a church mouse. Simon ditches the tool next, splitting two thick fingers to take its place. They edge down, slick soaking the latex, and he groans against your head. The digits creep further, slow, one experimentally touching the tender underside of your cock, while the other pets over your hole, clearly telegraphing what’s next. 

Simon removes his hand altogether, chuckling at the whine that follows. Yeah, like that. He holds your gaze, licking the tips of his gloves clean before biting a latex tip and tugging the glove off. He hawks the thing to the floor with a wet slap, and pulls his mask under his chin. Pale, old scars decorate his face and knuckles. There’s a story, and you think to ask, but he pushes his fingers past your lips and stuffs them into your mouth. Sweat and hand soap dance over your tongue as he makes use of it, wetting his fingers up to the metacarpal, groaning at the sight of spit collecting on his skin. Wanna hear you, pretty.

You’re dripping by the time his fingers return, and with a single shaky nod in the mirror, he sinks them into your sopping cunt. Electric currents buzz bilaterally in your spine, and sparks ricochet behind your eyelids when you shut them tight and rapidly open again. His naked mouth finds your ear with whispered, unintelligible filth. He grins, self-satisfied, half-hidden by your head. Was thinkin’, he purrs with a slow pump of his fingers, I usually put holes in you. Don’t mind plugging this one.

If he wasn’t knuckles deep, you’d leave. Definitely. Wrench yourself off his—his fingers crook into a devastating angle, petting with the precision his job demands. The wet seal of your hole around his fingers is a sight, walls molding to the intrusion. He stokes a fire in your belly, simmering beneath the bandage, finally cajoling words from your mouth. Your voice, saturated with desperation, begs for more.                                                                                

Simon’s hand grasps your neck, giving it a squeeze in time with a thrust of his fingers. Greedy boy. You always want more. More jabs. He punctuates with a deep plunge and vulgar squelch. More attention. More me.

His mouth latches over your neck and suckles, groans muffled when you clench around his digits. He breaks the suction with a wet pop, trailing his spit to a lobe. Had a feeling when you started booking me. Didn’t think much of it. 

He extracts his fingers at the early pulses of your orgasm, spanking the wet tissue with a few harsh pats. You’re fuckin’ annoying. He chuckles at the ease of his fingers’ reentry into the tight clasp of your cunt. But you’re good like this, aren’t you.

He repeats the process twice. Gets you twitching, squirming in his lap. The blunt shape of his erection digs into your bare skin, the denim chafing. Half-consciously, you ride it, trying to rut back into it as he fucks his fingers in, thumb minding your cock. A hand migrates to the bulge of his forearm through your shirt, and the sweat on the palm leeches into the cotton.

He grunts into your ear between sloppy kisses to your jaw and neck. His thumb presses the flushed tip of your cock once, reminding you of his plans. The metal he wants you to wear. Leagues more intimate than any collar or ring. The thought makes you twitch, makes your hole clench.

Simon’s grip on your neck loosens, climbing to your jaw, holding your face straight to the mirror. His eyelids curtain blown pupils, licking a line on your skin. Let go, pretty. Be a good boy and cum on my fingers. The command triggers detonation, your orgasm obliterating the vestiges of your self-control. Hard, fast, and white-hot, it rips out of you in a pitchy cry, hands scrabbling at his thigh and arm, certain you’ll ascend heavenward too early. He holds fast, fingers secure in the vise of your cunt as it tries to fruitlessly milk honey from their stone.

Mind fuzzy with static at its edges, you hear him mutter. All you get is a moment’s rest before you find yourself upended, dragged bodily off the floor, supported by his arms. You ragdoll a second, jerking when your toes drag, and he settles you back on the lifted cot. Your eyes loll in their sockets, blinking, finding sudden clarity when his hips knock your knees apart. His cock, heavy and leaking, rests on the cradle of his opened zipper and juts into the meat of your leg. You tense. The light glints off the row of barbells adorning his length, and your breath catches. If his girth didn’t intimidate you, the ladder did.

What? Afraid it’ll hurt? He drags a thumb slowly over the raised ridges, the metal lying beneath the surface. His gloved hand grips the crease of your thigh, thumb resting above the crown of your engorged clit, caressing the damp hair. He strokes himself with the other, hissing through the first few pumps. You inhale as he slaps his cock, already slick with your release and his precum, against your sensitive flesh. It catches your tip, then briefly the mouth of your soaked cunt, garnering a whimpering protest out of you. Not today. Promise.

Sweat and cum coat his fingers as he pushes his cock to yours, gradually finding a course and a rhythm. The heat of him is heavy, the smooth ends of his piercings drumming along your cock and skin. It’s embarrassing how quickly Simon wrests a second orgasm out of you, mortifying when he breathlessly comments he wishes you squirted, that he loves a mess. It’s not as all-encompassing as the first and doesn’t threaten to rattle you off the table. You’re lucid when he notches his tip to your fluttering hole. Fuck, need a taste, jus' the tip.

Simon’s thrusts are shallow and controlled—enough to drown out the alarm bells, illustrating the power held back. The blunt head stretches with a slight burn despite his fingers and the mess of your cunt. To your relief, he keeps his word, means it, just the tip. He pulls back a half-step, a choked groan preceding the thick ropes of spend he spills over your inner thighs. He releases his softening length, hand planting on the bed, and leans into your space. His head skims your shoulder, gathered beads of sweat fall from his temple, ragged breaths subsiding into quiet puffs. He withdraws, lips ghosting over your cheek, and turns to the acrylic cubbies. 

Simon cleans and tucks himself away first, then you, amused by your squirming. He retrieves your clothes and insists on holding your underwear and jeans for you to step into. You swallow your pride to let him help. Aftershocks ripple through your thighs, the muscles and nerves pulverized into gelatin, malleable from his touch. He adjusts the packer, drags a knuckle over the fly seam, then holds you close with a finger hooked in a belt loop.

After all that, he asks if you want the piercing now that you understand the placement. He can pencil you in a month from now.

You don’t miss how the suggested date falls on a Friday evening. You tell him you need to think about it. It’s quite the commitment, from what you’ve learned.

Simon unlocks the door as you gather your jacket from the waiting area out front. Bars the exit with an arm, an aftercare kit dangling between two fingers. You pluck it from him, meeting his eyes over the fresh surgical mask.

My Johnny loves his Duke. Could show you, might change your mind.

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

I know we all love a good "reader gets kidnapped" fic but what if

What if one of your boys gets napped instead?

I was thinking about polyam ghoap for this specifically for some reason but like

Poor Johnny kidnapped in the middle of a mission gone wrong and no one knows where the fuck he is

Ghost is ready to tear just about anyone's throat out and he might if it wasn't for you to keep a leash on the poor sod

The reunion is sweet, typical "lovers rescue their kidnapped beloved and reunite" shit but you can't spin a cliche and assume it's not cliche anymore, right?

Now. The only hurdle. I know Johnny's personality and such. But to write it to my satisfaction... hmm...

Ugh I need to make this happen now

[ghostsbimbo]

IM GENUINELY CRYING OVER THIS BC ITS TRANS MASC READER THATS DOMINANT!! I mean I'm already struggling with cramps but THATS BESUDES THE POITN!!!!

Sorry guys but I'm on a trans! Man masc reader high rn.

Thinking about big scary giant Ghost who would never back down from a challenge but would get on his knees in a heartbeat for you.

Sloppy oral, submissive Dom Ghostie? PiV, Treats you like a king 😌 it's kinda bad..

You see that large man barking orders in the yard but the moment he gets break and you call him over he's on the move. His ears are tuned to your every whim and way.

When you get into the barracks and close the door, telling him to get down on his knees for you and when you turn around he's down. Knees pressed into the cool ground, looking up at you expectantly as you come over.

Running your fingers over his mask and slowly tug it up, calling him a good boy when you see his face.

"Being such a scary man out there..." You click your tongue, watching his shoulders drop, his large hand cupping the back of your thigh as he kisses up your leg.

You tell him to take off your belt and with gentle hands he's pulling open the ends a little too eagerly, pulling down to see the black underwear he loves.

He strains his neck but you make him wait, letting him worship you more. And he will. Whatever you want, he's going to be there.

Kissing up your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, licking a long strip of saliva across the first thigh. Turning to your second to do the same thing. Praising your body, kissing up your body.

You make him stop, pulling down your underwear slowly. Hearing his breath hitch you call him a good boy again, letting him see your dripping, pretty little cunt.

His pants are starting to tighten and feel twice as small as you rile him up. But he's nothing if not a good boy.

And when you finally give him the go ahead he moves, hooking his arms around your thighs, pressing you back into the wall and his mouth between your legs.

Groaning as his lips sink to your warm skin, licking his tongue between to feel your juices. Tasting you, tasting the little nub of your clit, flicking it in his mouth and sucking on it.

You moan, back arching and gasping for breath already as he devours you. Putting his pleasure second in favor making you soaked.

Getting your back to arch, fingers digging into the little curve of your ass, looking up at you. In the dim light he sees your hand over your face, the other threading through his hair.

He hums deeply, sucking some more. Tongue fluttering over your labia, sucking them into his mouth and tonguing your entrance.

"Ghost- fuck, deeper." You purr, mouth falling open as he goes back to sweetly sucking you, tongue swirling around the little nub.

He loves you so much. Fucking hell he absolutely loves you. Finally you manage to pull him off, looking down at him as he pants. "Tastes so good... Love..." His chin is absolutely dripping but he's unashamed, looking at you like he was meant to worship you.

"Good boy..." You slump a little bit. "If you don't finish what you started before you have to leave this room again... I'll be really, really unhappy." Your knees wobble, and that gives Ghost all the permission he needs.

Picking you up, he brings you to the bed. "I won't disappoint love." He whispers over you, sitting you comfortably on your side with a pillow under you. One leg on the bed, the other over his shoulder.

He coats his fingers in saliva and begins to work at your entrance. One large finger sliding in, pressing in deep, making your mouth fall open.

He bites his lip, not removing one scrap of his own clothing as he zeroes in on you. All on you. A second finger pressing to your entrance, trying to slide in and pump through the slick with the first one.

"Ghost- Ghost fuck!"

"Yeah baby, sound so good with my name in your mouth... Wanna make you feel good." He huffs, pressing his fingers in deeper, moving faster while kissing your calve.

"Fuck... Takin' my fingers so well..." He watches you squirm but his hand remains firm, gently kissing you while his fingers plunged deep in and out of your cunt.

Eventually pulling out, dripping with slick, he brought them to his lips. Smelling your scent, shakily exhaling before licking it off. "Fuck baby... Gonna drive me crazy." He groans.

He palms his cock, looking down at your expression, breathing heavy. "Let me fuck you... Come on, let me make you feel good." He groans, his hand tempted to undo his belt.

"Come on... Fuck me, fuck me Simon." You pant.

Ghost groans, undoing his belt hurriedly and pulling down his pants, releasing his hard, dripping cock. He bites his lip, exhaling sharply as he strokes the length, watching pre-cum dribble down the underbelly.

It felt heavy in his hand, stroking the skin back over the puffy tip. He lifted the bottom of his shirt up over his stomach, looking down as he lined his cock up with your cunt.

"Fuck..." He whispers, eyes lidded as he presses his cockhead to your entrance, smearing pre-cum all over your sloppy entrance.

He's already feeling drunk on you. You're too good for him. You're too much, you're too perfect.

Sliding his thick, bulging cock into your tight cunt, thumb pressing to your sensitive nub as he did. His eyes rolling, pulling back and fucking his hips into you.

"Fuck- fuck love-" He flips your leg over, moving you onto your back so he can see your face. Hands running up over your abdomen, squeezing your sides, pushing you down on his cock.

"You feel so good..." His hips make a steady rhythm inside you. Sliding in and out, watching you take him. His thick length disappearing inside your gummy walls.

Pulling out and pushing back in. He leans over you, hands running up from your hips to your chest. Running over the soft, flat tissue around back to your shoulder blades.

"You're so amazing, so perfect." He kisses between your collar bones. "You're everything for me." He grips you a little tighter, speeding up inside you.

Hearing your moans, hearing your pleas and praises ring in his ears.

"Taking me so well, making it feel so good love. You feel good sweetheart?" He licks your ear, pulling back to look at you.

"Yeah, you look so good like this for me... Letting me please you. Letting me show you how it's really supposed to feel."

He speeds up again, canting his hips into you, pulling you up by your midsection so your back arches and hips pivot down into him, letting him fuck up into you.

"Oh fuck oh Fuck- yes, fuck yes!"

"Simon! Oh fuck!" You cry, eyelids fluttering, gasping and moaning.

Simon reaches a hand down and swirls your swollen clit, flicking it between his fingers and rubbing it. "Cum... I'll make you cum... I promise, you'll come on my cock." He purrs, grinning.

Your head falls back, toes curling as your orgasm feels too close and too far away. The way he plays with you makes you feel like you're on fire. You're feeling good, you're enjoying yourself.

Feeling him praising you and wanting you to cum first, wanting you to feel so good.

Your eyelids flutter as he sits you up again, head lolling and looking down at him. How much time had past? How long were you at it.

Feeling his cock drive up into you, his hands digging into your hips, fucking you up and down on his cock, brown eyes focused on your face.

"Look at me love... Look at me, feel good?"

You moan, nodding as much as you could as he bounces you vigorously on his cock.

"Good, good..." He exhales sharply, feeling your legs quiver and shake with anxiety. An excited thrill as your orgasm builds in your belly. His cock splitting you open and making you feel numb against the pleasure.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck!" You cry, eyes rolling back. Ghost grunts, slamming you down on his cock repeatedly, feeling him hit you right there. You can barely hold on to your thoughts until your orgasm is crashing over you.

He holds you as you cry out, squirming in bliss on his cock. Ghost keeps you there, panting heavily as you eventually pull off his cock, having drenched it in cum.

Your cunt swollen and your breathing heavy.

Ghosts cock still stood, pulsating. He bucks up into the air. "Baby..." He leans back, watching you slide down to the floor.

His eyelids fluttered when you came closer.

"I wanna cum..."

You smile softly, stroking his shaft, licking the salty tip. "You get to cum." You pant, stroking his length.

His eyelids flutter, moaning as you stroke his cock. Fist dragging down and back up. Watching with anticipation as his cock twitched. The puffy head leaking until he caved.

Groaning as he bucks his hips up, cum shooting from his cock, thick ropes landing across his abdomen and the blanket.

He pants, looking at his swollen cock, how you smile between his knees, letting go of his cock.

You go to clean yourself off, still swimming in bliss, Ghost grabs some napkins to clean you up, kissing your cheek.

"Let me..." He whispers, pulling you close.

Only you could get big scary Ghost on his knees. It wasn't all the time, but you could get him to beg for a chance to cum. On the days he isn't doing the same right back to you, that is...

(it's very late but this is in my head... It's much longer than I expected it to be, I apologize peeps)

[arcade-writing]

Tag Team

Nsfw 🍋

Pairing: Ghost x trans male! Reader x König

Warning: Double penetration, dominant ghost, switch reader, submissive switch König, heavy dom-sub relationship, oral, blowjob's, degrading, manhandling, creampie, polygamous relationship, dirty talk, rough sex with fluff, König has a praise and degradation kink, sir kink for Ghost, mask kink, size kink, fem and masc description for reader , nipple play (König), punishment kink, edging, overstimulation

All parties are consenting and have an established dynamic. There are mentions of safe word being established

Pre warning - I am using Austrian German instead of standard German. Though use of this will be minimal. Feel free to correct me if there are incorrect terms!

“Lieutenant.” König greeted, saluting him as he stood stiff. He waited for the command ‘at ease’ but it never came. Riley just glared up at him with his arms crossed.

“My room, stat.”

Turning on his heel Ghost walked out only sparing the poor man a glance before he was scrambling behind him. Trying to remain somewhat composed as he followed. Endless worries and thoughts frantically filling his mind as he tried to figure out what he did wrong.

But as soon as he entered the room and saw you there, shocked expression and undressed he understood.

“Tell me, why was he coming to me like a bitch in heat when you were the one supposed to be taking care of him.”

“I was busy, sir.”

“And that’s stopped you before?”

“Nein sir.”

It hasn’t. There’s been many times where you’ve been curled up under his desk, cock down your throat as he read or was looking over files for a mission. Melting everytime you hummed and kissed along it. Trying his best not to jerk his hips.

“Simon ….” You looked over to the giant man before you, fiddling with the torn skin around his nail. As soon as he met your eyes he glanced down to his hand, giving you a thumbs up. A breath of relief came out of you seeing he was okay.

“I think he owes you an apology.”

He grabbed the back of König’s neck, practically dragging him to your side of the room and with one harsh press the giant was on his knees. Ghost leaned down, whispering something in his ear you couldn’t catch. Only hearing a soft ‘understood’ from your lover. König’s mask was above his nose, folded over so it would stay showing his lower face. Scars going up from his lip to under the cloth, his mouth was almost cat like due to the wound he has. A apart of his higher gum exposed.

“Lay down.” Ghost’s eyes snapped to you and you immediately did as he demanded. Your legs crossed as your face was flushed. No matter how many times they’ve seen you like this you couldn’t help but get embarrassed.

König’s hand twitched as he waited for his next demand. Eyes glued to your form as he gulped. Riley forced your legs open making you whine as he presented you before your shared boyfriend. You were absolutely soaked from the man’s treatment only a few minutes ago. Cum still dripping down to your ass.

König couldn’t stop the breathy whimper that left him. His hands mindlessly snapping to your hips but Ghost was able to grab them before he could touch you. You both let out a noise of disappointment as the Lieutenant kept the other man’s arms pinned behind his back only using one hand. The other still holding the back of his throat as he pushed his face closer to your sex.

You gasped as he licked a long strip up your core. Still sensitive from your round with Simon . König was always a pleaser; your pleasure was his pleasure. Learning everyway to make you come undone just by his mouth. He could be clumsy with it due to inexperience but he made up for it with eagerness. And that’s exactly what he was doing; sucking and licking up you and Simon ’s mixed juices. Gulping down what he could as he moaned. Nuzzling his face closer so he could taste more of you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Riley sneered under his mask as he looked down to see the visible tent in König’s pants. “You like tasting our cum, you filthy slut?”

The other man could only let out a whine as he nodded. Lapping up every last drop before turning his attention to your dick. A moan was ripped out of you as he swirled his tongue around the bud. Your hands flying to his head as your back arched.

“Atta boy, keep doing that and he’ll forgive you.”

You wanted to retort; you were never mad at him in the first place, frustrated sure but you know when he was focused on something he put all his energy into it. But as soon as he locked eyes with you didn’t dare speak. His eyes were completely glazed over as he hummed around your clit. Drowning In your pleasure; his lower half completely covered with your juices.

König sucked harshly onto your clit before going back to your hole, letting his nose nudge and graze against your dick. He kept switching between them without mercy. Whimpering and gasping as he devoured you. You were panting at this point as you kept tugging his head closer to you. Needing more and more when it already felt like too much. That familiar knot already tight in your stomach.

“P-please- I’ma cu-“

Just like that, your sweet boyfriend was pried off you. The high came hurdling down as you whimpered and whined. “So close- please sir.”

“It seems he’s not learning his lesson at all, are you?” The taller man was forced back up. Stumbling backwards and leaning against the smaller man, his knees buckled making it easier for Simon to keep his grasp on him.

You gasped as his pants were yanked down along with his boxers, revealing his weeping cock. Cum dripping to the floor as he hissed at the air nipping at his flushed skin.

“Nein… sir…” König breathed out, his words slurring as his eyes stayed trained on your sex.

“Look at you, did you really think I wouldn’t of noticed?”

Did he seriously cum just from that-? You felt as if you just developed a fever. Sticky and boiling from the rushing heat flooding through you. Your thighs rubbing together as your eyes remained pinned to König’s cock. Simon wrapped his gloved hand around the other man’s cock. Roughly jerking it, in slow tight strokes. König’s lips were trembling as he bucked into his hand. Cum splattered onto the floor as he was rode through his high.

Envy nipped at you as you pouted. Your boyfriend meeting your eye as he continued his treatment to the man’s cock. “Go on, touch him, since you wanted it so desperately.”

Your body felt heavy with every movement. Kneeling on the edge of the bed and grabbed at his thighs. Ghost pushed him forward, still keeping his arms locked behind him. The first thing you did was lap up his slit. He already started whining as he bucked. The head of his cock pushing against your parted lips, smearing his cum on your mouth as you continued to lick.

It didn’t take long for you to finally give in and take him in your mouth. Instantly your eyes were rolling back as you hallowed at your cheeks. Ghost’s hand found its place, holding the back of your head as he kept your pace steady. Pushing you harder and harder onto König’s cock until you were at the base. Tears pricked your eyes as you tried to not gag. No matter how many times you did it, he was still massive.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Was it really so hard to let him do this?”

“Ah- Öha Hase-“ (ah- Sorry Bunny-) He struggled to keep his composure as you sucked and licked all over his shaft. Ghost bobbing your head up and down as you clutched at the giants bunched up trousers.

König was already reaching his peak. You could feel his cock twitch and ooze on your tongue. You tapped his thigh and Simon immediately let go of your head. You licked a long strip from the base to the tip before giving it a kiss.

“Not yet.” You smiled, giving his cock a warning squeeze.

Ghost chuckled as he patted the bigger man’s arm. Letting go of him as he stood back. “Get on the bed.” His finger swirling before pointing.

König instantly followed the command. A grin twitching on his lips as he tried to conceal his excitement. Laying down on his back as he chewed at his torn lip. You awaited your own command and Ghost just nudged his head towards your boyfriend. His large arms crossed as he stood at a distance.

“Get ontop.” Was all he said and you happily obeyed. Straddling König, with a slight strain as you kept your hands on his chest. Your sexes rubbing together as you both moaned.

“You can put it inside.”

You reached back and grabbed it, struggling to wrap your head around it as you guided it to your entrance. Slapping it against your clit with a mewl. Hearing Simon let out a small growl you finally began to sink yourself down. Whimpering as your walls stretched around his girth. Both of your boyfriend’s had monsters down there but König had abit more width whilst Simon beat him in length.

Every part of you wanted to start bouncing; a new found energy surging through you but you refrained. Instead distracting yourself by lifting up the giants shirt, revealing his scarred body. You loved it. Leaning down to his perked nipple and began to suck.

“That’s it, Pet, keep doing that.” Simon began to unbuckle his pants. Stalking towards you both as he freed himself from his boxers.

Your teeth grazed and nibbled at the bud whilst König grabbed your hips. Rutting against you as he groaned. Simon placed his hand on back as he lined himself up to your hole. “I’m gonna go in slow.”

You nodded, you three have done something like this before but it was already a big stretch. You did your best to keep your breathing steady as the head of his cock pressed against your hole. Slowing pushing himself in as the cock already inside you twitched.

You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as you pried yourself away from the man’s nipple. Pressing your forehead into his chest as he rubbed circles into your hips. Ghost reaching his hand between you and rubbed your dick. Helping you ease him inside as you mewled.

He finally was in and gave you time to get adjusted as you twitched. Removing his hand from your clit. Legs trembling as drooled dribbled down your chin as your eyes fluttered. Completely stuffed. Your brain turning to mush as he began to move. A snarl leaving him when he felt König also move.

“Don’t move, I’m going to show you exactly what I did to our pretty slut without you.”

With that his hips snapped against your ass. Pounding into you as he grabbed the back of your neck, keeping your face buried into König’s chest. Fucking you exactly how he did before he arrived. Brutal and giving you everything you need.

König was struggling not to move, unable to stop the noises coming out of him. The duel sensation of your walls hugging him and Simon ’s cock rubbing against his was too much. Both of you gasping and whining as you pawed at his chest. Simon was nice enough to lighten his grasp on you as you stretched upwards. Kissing the man beneath you. Open and sloppy. Neither of you capable of staying quite as you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hand found König’s nipples, tweaking and playing with them as his head was thrown back.

“Who’s making you feel good?”

“You sir-!”

“Who’s fucking you like this?”

“You sir!!”

Tears were streaming down your face as you gasped and choked on your moans.

“That’s right, remember this next time you come whining to be fucked like the desperate slut you are.”

“Scheiße-!” (shit) König cursed as you clenched around them. Simon hissing as you squeezed their cocks tight. The bigger man was still desperately hanging on the edge of his second orgasm. Gritting his teeth as felt that knot get tighter and tighter.

“You cum when I say.” Your lieutenant barked. His order going to both of you as you pulled König closer to you. Thrusting into you harder. The room was filled with thunderous slapping and wet squelching.

“Feel so good- König-! Please – move!” You rolled your hips. “Please sir- need you both-!”

With Simon’s nod of approval, König instantly adjusted him as Much as he could with your position. Hugging you tight against him as he began furiously pounding up. Both cocks knocking into that special spot. Moans only getting louder as you collapsed against your boyfriend’s chest. Unable to do anything as they both used you to reach their climax.

Ghost groaned deep and husky as he finally spilled inside. His hips stuttering as he fucked his cum in deeper. König was sent spiraling as he let out a high pitched moan. His load sputtering out, you came as soon as you felt it. Shuddering as they both continued to fuck into you. Their pace becoming more lazy as you milked every last drop.

“That’s it, good boy.” He soothed, rubbing down from your neck to your shoulders.

Both men helping you off of them and onto the bed. You couldn’t tell who was who from your blurry vision. Feeling rough hands touch at you and move your tired limbs. A warm cloth collecting your combined juices as you mewled. Far too sensitive.

Words of praise were cooed into your ears as you grabbed at them. Letting them lay with you as you held König’s shaking hand. “So good to me.” You slurred out, smiling. Eyes fluttering shut. Enjoying their warmth as you slipped to slip.

[squiddy-god]

Task force T4T

Simon "ghost" Riley

hehehe giggling and kicking my legs thinking of this <3 anyway this is t4t ghost hcs so both ghost and reader are ftm trans men! I don't care if fem aligned people read or interact but please remember that this isn't for you this is for trans men. I'd also like to say I've never read the comics so my knowledge on that is a little limited (if someone who has read the comics wants to educate me I have questions!) 

Tw: tooth rotting fluff, NSFW undercut, masc! Reader, ftm ghost and reader, mentions and descriptions of dysphoria/trama, very self indulgent, allusions to ghosts backstory, period talk, pre bottom surgery reader and Simon. 

Hnggggg where do I even start 

“Task force t4t”- Simons favorite joke (he's not funny) 

There are a few ways y'all could meet honestly 

My favorite two being these : 

1) You meet at a pub, Johnny is bragging and playfully asking Simon why he doesn't get any 

Simon gives him the look™ and soap makes it his mission to get his best bud a date- or at least some ass 

So Johnny scans the bar and is pointing out various people, all of which Simon is… reluctant to Comment on

He's not had a good experience with life in general, much less with relationships 

But then Johnny has to go and point to you, And Simon stares. 

You're a bloody handsome man, you look nervous, like you were dragged out here to this pub. You seem to like layers, black long sleeves with a worn out slipknot T-shirt over top, gloves tucked into your pocket and nails painted black. black eyeliner and the feint growth of a thin patchy mustache and chin stubble.

You've got a few pins, most he thinks are band pins, but one catches his eyes a little blue pink and white flag 

He turns around on the bar stool and mutters while he takes a swig of his Bourbon. 

He can't stop thinking about you for the next few days, hell he goes on a mission and is out drinking after a week. 

Then he sees you again, dressed similar to the first night he saw you. 

Your sitting on a bar stool chatting with your friends, they walk off to get a booth while you call over the bartender and order. 

He can believe he's really gonna shoot his shot. Johnny would be laughing his stupid Scottish head off. 

Your startled when this huge man sits next to you, you aren't nessesarily small by any means but it's not hard to be smaller then Simon when he's 6’4 and beefed up. 

He doesn't look at you, eyes dead forward and half glazed over while he fumbles in his head to think of something to say. 

He doesn't wanna scare you off, hard to do when the skull balaclava and hood aren't doing him Any good. 

“I like your pin mate” he says, voice deep and gruff. Really all he could muster without makeing a fool out of himself. Your eyes scan him, gears in your head turning in realisation. “Thanks- cool mask ya got on there” silence settles but it's not as awkward as Simon would think. “I don't suppose your uh-” you dance around the subject, terrified of being wrong, of offending this bear of a man who could absolutely beat you bloddy. Simon laughs “that's right lovie” his voice is warm like a campfire with a tone like honey. Makes you melt. “‘spose you'd let me Buy you a drink?” You ask turning to face him. “only if I can buy you one too” you chuckle an call the bar tender over, ordering something fruity but not too sweet, he gets Bourbon. “Oh ho a good ‘ole boy are ya?” He chuckles “the best” 

Your friends come back over and are so shocked to see you absolutely smitten with this man. 

Eventually the night passes with you and Simon chatting, eventually exchanging numbers and heading out. 

Meeting number two! Is soap to the rescue tbh

You work at a little coffee shop, soap comes in and orders the same 4 drinks any time he's in. Only place near base (or in general) that has a blend of black tea Simon likes. Johnny is chatty at the counter while he waits, it's never bussy when he comes in- He talks about his friend Simon a lot, 

Reminds you of a mother trying to talk up her son 💀 

Eventually he suggests you go on a date with his buddy, and he suggests to Simon that he go on a date with the cute lad at the Coffey shop. 

You try to tell him that it probably won't work out- asking if his mate would be ok with the hole you being trans thing and Johnny gets the biggest grin, patting your shoulder “aye thats the best part laddie! yer both in the same boat” 

So you agree, and Simon agrees. Johnny is just happy his L.T is shooting his shot! 

Anyway! regardless of how you meet Simon is nervous but a great boyfriend! 

Trans! Simon who where's the mask when he's feeling Dysphoric whitch is often 

He wakes up and doesn't see himself, the PTSD definitely isn't helping but some days the mask helps a lot

Always helps you through your dysphoria, holds you close and assures you that you're a real boy, reminds you that if you're asking “am I fakeing it?” You aren't. 

He has the worst periods smh, horrible cramps, heavy flow and they always seem to last so long. 

Has deadass threatened to throw a tampon at soap. Soap did NOT think that was funny 

He always knows what pads/tampons to get, and once your cycles sync up he's done for, he is irritable and just wants to come home and cuddle you 😤 

Rubs your back when cramps get too bad 

Absolutely melts into a big puddle when you rub his shoulders when he's back home. 

Has beaten up transphobes and will continue to do so<3 his favorite activity tbh 

Works out at home and oh boy is it a ✨sight✨ his top surgery scars are pretty prominent. They come up under where his (now) peck is and they are a bit on the jaged side 

Tossing around the idea of Simon who got either a cool jaged outline over his scars to highlight then, or got smth like barbed wire over them. 

He's proud of his top surgery scars, they're the only scars that HE chose, that he wanted. 

If you still bind he gets you a skull print binder (the dork) 

Matching packers so you both feel less dysphoria! 

Simon “nothing more romantic then helping your s/o take their T-shot” riley. He takes his every morning and if you're comfortable he helps you take yours, especially if you get freaked out by the needles 

Simon is hairall over but complains that the Testosterone goes mostly to his ass 

Que hilarious ass smack 

✨trama bonding✨ Simon has crawled his way out of hell (almost literally) so it feels nice to know that he can confide in you and really have you understand this aspect of him. In a way it makes it easier to open up about the other things he's experienced 

Simon “my dick is huge”/ “my dick is bigger than yours” riley

His idea of real romance is letting you shave down his hair before each deployment. 

If you ever feel Dysphoric and want your hair GONE he shaves your head for you, and lest you shave his head so you match

His pronouns are he/him obviously but he also sometimes uses it/it's when he's feeling like it 

Big star Wars nerd, builds legos but really likes miniatures in general. Will spend hours on making those 3 wooden puzzle things. 

NSFW //

It takes a while for Simon to be comfortable with sex, he has a lot of issues to work through, and a lot of insecuritys 

He doesn't like his body too much, especially not from the waist down, so he can't imagine you like it either

But once he realize that yes, you love his body, that he's safe, that your safe? 

He's a horn dog good Lord he needs a cold shower

Loves giving you head- Simon riley is a munch send tweet 

Can't decide between eating you out like he's trying to drink you or sucking your T-dick like his life depends on it- so he does both 

Oh you accidentally had your binder on to long? Your breasts are tender? He can help- he swears he can make it better lovie just let him massage your boobs so they don't hurt! 

Simon riley is a switch who prefers to top because he likes the control it let's him have and makes him more comfortable 

He can be rough but most of the time he's just so sweet and intimate, I wouldn't nessesarily call it gentle, but its definitely not rough

Strap game is on point so have fun getting that back blown out (or blowing his back out) 

Simon “sweetheart come here, I wanna play with your dick” riley, honestly he's obsessed with it. Playing with your pussy and T-dick while he watches the footie 

Wet dream/fantasys about bottom surgery, he wants a dick, always has, but the thought of being able to really fuck you on HIS dick? Have you choke on his actual cock and not some silicon junk? 

Someone muzzle him fr 

Speaking of muzzling him- he can and WILL leave the WORST hickeys on you everywhere

Looks like you lost a fight to a gang of industrial vacuum cleaners, like dawg calm down nobody is trying to take you away-

Deep deep dark purple with a bit of reddish yellowing around it. 

And boy you are absolutely covered in them. Looks like you where on the receiving end of a paintball firing squad.

[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!