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mitoad · 1 month

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giggling ab this okay so

imagine gaz n reader, they've just started to date

and reader is trans (ftm) but gaz doesn't know that yet

but then after a few weeks of dating reader is taking their T in the bathroom/bedroom and had forgotten to lock the door & gaz walks in oh no,,

YEAH so!!! i hope that's enough to.. you know. yeah!!!! i 💗 ur fics sm.

(we need more ftm fics RIGHT NOW!!)

whoEVER ANON IS . I LOVE U . Thank u so so so so much 4 this request my fingers have been acting to write m or ftm content u have appealed to my deepest desires . myways this rq is super silly i love chilled out gay mf and nervous closeted trans mf dynamic so much.

Also posted on trans visibility day lets GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

the same (always changing); kyle 'gaz' garrick + trans male! reader (979 words)

notes: some implied and described internalised transphobia, mentions of transphobia, mentions of gender dysphoria, reader does not have top surgery yet, partial nudity on reader (non-sexual), little hurt/comfort type w/ fluff at the end !!

It wasn’t meant to be a secret. It really wasn't.

But here you are, cooped up in the cold premise of your shared bathroom, waiting for the gel to dry into your skin as you stare at your figure in the mirror, noticing the little changes with a strange sense of europhia. You wished you could run back to the arms of your boyfriend as you ramble about how good the hormones have been working, how you can see your outer shell peeling open to show the man who's been living in the inside, a feedback loop that had you seeing yourself in reflections instead of skin and hair and face that you'd barely recognised. Maybe his face would melt into that gorgeous smile, arms pulling you closer to him like he's seeping off the happiness he swears he sees seeping off your skin's pores. But it's the flip of a coin, a winning ticket in an uncertain lottery.

you're not so sure if Kyle would love the kind of person you were.

gender hadn't ever been a point of focus in your conversations, never something that had to be caught and pinned down with word or thought. he was a man, you were a man, and you loved each other. both of you did your best to keep it at that simplicity. but part of you, like the serpent to adam and eve, had always doubted whether kyle would look at you with the same eyes if you somehow ended up showing him your childhood photos or now-invalid passport, the face that was still soaked with dysphoria-ridden tears.

the gel is still sticking to your ribs when the door practically flies off its hinges slamming against concrete walls and gaping open your closed eyes with ugly sound. There's a groan of exasperation that should make you giggle, but only makes already tense muscles almost turn to stone. "honey, you done ? really need to take a fat shi-"

And then there's that silence both unsurprising but dreaded, how it felt to inhale smoke.

You hate the shock as his eyes run over your bare chest in realisation, feeling any words about to come out crawling back into your windpipe as he notices the thin layer of gel and the label of the bottle on the sink.

"love?" he calls, an endearing substitute replacing your name. you didn’t know if he'd call you that, even after this revelation. Or did he not know what else to call you now that this had been revealed ? "kyle," you echo.

please just look at me, kyle.

his eyes still look the same as how they look at you; stormclouds that accompany you on lonely and rainy nights, and your eyes can't help on focus on the pretty shade of grey instead of the battering of water droplets hitting against tin. Not once does it ever shift to malice or hatred- only worry, for you, maybe.

"do you want to talk about it right now ?" isn't the response that you expected. It's an gentle offer, and extended hand waiting for you to take or push away, more freeing than astute observations of your perceived identity or the bitter words hissed out when others had realised. You can only nod your head in response.

"im sorry," you say, and you don’t know how much (what you're) apologising for. Sorry for never telling you. Sorry for making a distance that could have been avoided. Sorry for being this without your permission, anyone else's permission.

but he's quick to hold you and the shame that you carry , not minding any of the gel residue on his shirt. "hey, no, it's okay," his voice is gentle, reaching out for your secluded self. "remember what I told you when we first started dating?" he puts a hand to your head, playing with your hair as he pulls you closer to him. "I love all of you, dove. Everything." he rests his chin onto your shoulder, murmuring the words into your ear. And you can't help but hug back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your lifeline. "I love you too," you muse.

you both stay there for a minute before he pulls away with a complaint of some back pain from a recent mission, and you kiss his nose, allowing yourself to smile for the first time since he'd entered the room. "so.." you start, now perched on the rim of the bathtub. "you're ok with me being trans?"

you giggle when he deadpans at you, "love, I just hugged you for 5 full minutes after seeing you apply testosterone instead of taking a shit. I don’t really care if you're trans."

and after your testosterone dries and you put on your shirt, you both in bed, tangled up in each other's arms. ramblings about little stories or town gossip. professions of grandiose love guised under quiet murmurs. the hormones are still a little crusty on your skin, but they're doing the work that should have been done since birth.

The same, always changing.

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broken-glass-puppet · 9 months

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Hii can i request Ghost and Soap x trans ftm reader

Ghostsoap x FtM reader

They love you no matter what

Simon don't cares about your genitals, he likes you for you

Jhonny it's the same, he likes you for your personality, not something as dumb as your genitals

By that, if someone tries to missgender or dead name you, oh god, they are DEAD

soap will be more passive aggressive, smiling at them and saying in a terrifying calm voice that if they keep that shit up he is going to break something...ehem someone

Ghost has dysmorphia (headcanons!!) So he understands how you feel

Soap just tries to give you confident boost's "well yeah you have boobs and? They are man boobs!"

They remind you to take the binder off, it's.not.healthy (yeah you, the person reading this? Do you have your binder on? If it's yes then, have you used it the hours? Are you taking it off from time to time? Do it, it's better to respect your bodies wishes, you are still valid!)

HRT? They are on it, ghost it's the one who helps you with the T-shots

Cuddles when you are felling dysphoric

On your period? Don't worry, they ordered your favorite food, they put on your favorite show/movie, they made you camomile and they bought snacks, no, you don't have to clean up anything, ghost took care of it

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simonxghost-bs · 4 months

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About me!!!

Hi! My name is Oliver or Sharky! I am a 21 year old, trans autistic man with ADHD who is currently on T!!! ♥️

I go by he/they pronouns✨🏳️‍⚧️

Im a self shipper, I'm in love with video games AND horror movies ✨🏳️‍🌈

CW for mention of r4pe/non con, transphobia, etc. (am against these)

AGELESS BIOS/MINORS DNI

DNI

If you're under 18 (you will be blocked)

Pro Harry Potter/J.K. Rowling

If you're anti-lgbtqia+

If you're pro Nazi

Pro cringe

Proship

Racist

Anti self ship

Transcum/detrans/age play

You support Ghost's original actor (he was a sexist pig)

Anti age regression (I do NOT sexualize age regression)

I take requests/asks, and will answer as characters to the best of my abilities!!

My rules are similar to my DNI

You may request smut, fluff, angst, etc. PLATONIC/ARO/ACE FRIENDLY!!!

No romanticized r°pe, yandere, non con, etc.

No gatekeeping

This is a pro self ship blog, but I am very anti proship, proship fuck off

No incest

Characters you may bully: Graves and Makarov (maybe soap but he probably has a degration k!nk 🙄😂)

No pregnancy k!nk, afab pregnancy will be shown with respect, not as a sex thing here.

NO MINORS!!!

PLEASE I only write for gn/male readers!!! Please respect that!! (Exceptions include some very good friends)

#ghost #simon riley #lgbtqia #call of duty #141 task force #DNI #dni #john soap mactavish #soapghost #captain john price #cod x male reader #cod x trans male reader #frm reader #makarov #self ship friendly

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thegnomelord · 12 days

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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

#gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #top male reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #the last of us cod au #the last of us #trans character #idk how this happened #Clicker Simon Ghost Riley

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astr0exe · 2 months

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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:(

#cod x male reader #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost smut #soap smut #captain price smut #gaz smut #x male y/n #x trans male reader #x male reader #dumb puppy #cas speaks

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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All this baby trapping is driving me crazy in the best way

idk who I'd want to baby trap more, Rudy, Graves, literally all of the 141, I'm just so obsessed with them! They'd all look pretty knocked up and stuffed ^-^

Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+

Thinking about graves w/ a breeding kink, who will more often than not ask you to fuck him without a condom, promising he’s on birth control which he is but he can’t help that he forgets to take them some days, who will have the two of you go for multiple rounds till his cunt is dripping from cum and he’s using his fingers to push it back in just in case, who will stay skewed onto your cock for hours making sure you fuck him so rough and deep til he’s sure your cockhead is grazing his womb

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what he’s trying to do, and although you can’t help but feel blood pooling to the lower half of your body at the sheer thought that graves is trying to have your baby, there’s no way in hell you’d be tied down to him in that way and luckily he hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.

However you still want do indulge him in his little fantasy so you buy him a squirting dildo with fake cum in it, spending hours upon hours using that thing on him, watching that way his body quakes, completely soaked in sweat, and cunt swollen and red.

“Please please I cant” he cries out, head trashing side to side as fat tears rolls down his cheek.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to make you a mommy? Be a good boy and take it”

#alec answers #call of duty #Phillip graves #Phillip graves x reader #Phillip graves x male reader #graves cod #graves x reader #graves x male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #top male reader #trans male character

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fallenneziah · 4 months

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I am making Christmas specials now, I got you guys. Inspiration has been low rn.

Trans Simon Riley who got kicked out of his house after coming out, turns to the strip club as his next best option for money. Since sex work does, undoubtedly make a good buck.

Pays for a day, a couple minutes, some stuff, and gets away with it. Until you come in and pound his ever loving brains out. He can't remember how to walk or talk. It feels like he has to manually breathe after you left his pussy swollen and gaping.

Laying over the lounge couch in the private room with seed dripping from his pretty cunt as you get dressed again, telling him you'll forward him the money. And honestly all he can say to formulate words is you don't have to pay as long as you keep coming back.

So that's the arrangement. Simon serves drinks, looks pretty, does his thing. And then you get off work, roll up your sleeves, grab him by the waist and pull him away.

Tying back his wrists with your belt and keeping him pinned as you work him down and melt him, then slowly you force him to the ground, make him squeal for more.

Hearing his pleas as his cunt drips. Pulsing and already numb with arousal. Where it just feels so damn good. Having your cock glide through his folds and push inside him.

He's crying out your name before he knows it, and just like that, an hour of fucking and you leave Simon winded, barely able to string together a thought.

The blaring lights of the club not steering you away from your goal as you walk to the bar, seeing that familiar ass and sculpted soft shoulders.

Squeezing his hips and kissing his neck, and without further thought dragging him away to the lounge.

Simon turns, wrapping his arms around you as you press him up against the wall. Kissing him open and sloppily folding him up into your arms. Pushing him to the wall and then down onto the lounge, eating him out from behind.

Simon moaning and drooling into the pillow along the back of the lounge, legs split, back arches as you eat him out sloppily from behind. Sucking and spitting on his dripping cunt.

Pulling back and watching his asshole clench when your fingers sloppily drips onto the couch as you slide two fingers inside him.

Simon starts to come apart. Melting and struggling to hold on as you praise him for being so pretty, your stupid little slut, looking so good for him. Being a whore.

Simon cries out, gasping and shuddering. You keep him pressed against the couch, smacking his cheek and turning his face, seeing the red tint to his cheeks. Telling him to open his mouth, stroking your cock and force feeding it into his mouth.

Watching tears roll down his pretty cheeks from those beautiful eyes as he sloppily laps at your cock.

"Look at my slut, such a good boy." You smack his face, making him moan. His pussy clenching on air while pressing himself further down on your cock, burying his face against your happy trail.

"Good fucking boy." You reach back, slapping his soaked pussy, making him moan and clench up, shaking with a very disappointing orgasm.

After he slobbered all over your cock, you shove him back into the pillow and start to fuck him senseless. Watching his swollen pussy taking your length.

Hearing him moaning like a slut into the couch, unfiltered, filthy sounds as you take him. Grabbing his hair and pulling him back enough to properly breathe, arching his back and spitting in his mouth.

Throwing him back into the pillow and fucking him until he thighs shook.

Your cock twitching, cumming deep inside his womb, hearing him whine loudly, cumming on your cock desperate for more of it.

But you stop, leaving him spent again, a smile softly crossing his face. Absolutely ruined in cum, sweat and nerves.

#simon ghost riley #cod smut #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader smut #call of duty #male reader smut #dom male reader #top reader #trans simon riley #trans simon ghost riley #blurb

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kunazz · 6 days

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imagine cumming inside your favourite male character, just watching their pussy twitch as you pull out, a loud hiss leaving them as your cum slowly flows out of them, their sore clit throbbing at the feeling.

#male reader #male y/n #top male reader #x male reader #x top male reader #leon kennedy imagine #konig cod #simon ghost riley #chris redfield #resident evil #cod mw2 #leon kennedy x male reader #chris redfeild x male reader #konig x male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #male character #trans male character #male character x male reader

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doggoboigaugau · 7 months

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Konig x Spot (my OC)

As I said, old man Konig is so hot. And also who is curious about Spot's relationship with old man Konig 🤭🤭🤭 I'll reveal more in the next posts 😈😈😈

Wake up the hot stuff is here @arthurmorgansballsack @justanagenderperson

#konig #original character #konig x oc #call of duty oc #konig call of duty #call of duty x oc #Spot #gay #konig cod #gay trans boy #cod x male reader #konig x male reader #can be read as male reader

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mitoad · 1 month

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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

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broken-glass-puppet · 9 months

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Hey guys, I've been struggling with mental health and some other things, maybe requests won't be uploaded, I'm trying to get back on track, if I'm okay maybe I'll try to emptying the request box, sorry for the inconveniences :)

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ohnonononononono567 · 2 months

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Games - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (fluff)

(erm boykisser alert!)

The gentle click-clacking of your fingers on the keyboard soothed Simon to no end. A small studio apartment, the smell of the dollar tree air freshener to hide the scent of a behemoth of a dog who runs around like he pays rent.

Simon wasn't in this house much. He was out working. He wanted something bigger. Never a fan of the small spaces.

This place was close to your job, was always your reasoning. Shite reasoning if you asked him, but he knew you weren't one to want to be provided for straight off the bat.

So what else could he do? You're a grown man, you know what you want.

He laid on the bed, the soft sounds of classical playing on the radio next to the bed. The keyboard clacking adding on like ASMR.

Grunting, he got up, looming over behind you, and putting his hands on your biceps, squeezing,

"Get up. I want to head out."

You looked up at him, confused. You were playing a multiplayer after all, you couldn't just leave. :/

He sensed this, sensed what you wanted. But frankly, he doesn't care.

"I don' like my men sittin' on their ass all day, yeah? Can't stay cooped up in this apartment forever."

You tried to protest, but it earned you a light slap on the back of your head,

"Yer yapping. Finish up your game, and I'll get us something to eat too. 'ell a lil more meat on your bones would d'ya good, yeah?"

Said the soldier, leaving the room to grab his car keys, a low rumble escaping his throat from his own joke (if you could call it one.)

Sitting with him at a park, he realizes it wasn't a keyboard, it was you who soothed him. Your presence.

He likes to believe his heart was too cold to ever be repaired. And he still believes that.

But it doesn't mean you haven't reminded him that he still has a soul. A human one at least.

A game has the same thing every time. A puzzle that needs to be solved, whether it be with skill or strategy, and a reward. But you can never change the game. You will never fix it to fit you, or alter it. The reward wouldn't feel deserving anymore.

And that's why he had the gall to say he loves you. You never tried to change him. You only tried to figure him out. And when you failed, you never quit. Just looked at him, as if there would be an answer. You saw him as a reward for what the world threw at you.

He didn't know how to feel when he saw that look in your eyes. Looking at him as if he could ever appreciate you like you appreciate him.

But this moment in the car after night had befallen the park, as you whined over not being able to play your silly little game and "losing a win streak.", just to be hushed by a hand on your knee and an adoring soldier driving you to your favorite little burger joint, Simon could care less. He's home.

(Daily reminder I am not a writer and don't actively write fanfiction pwease pwease pwease be nice >_<)

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astr0exe · 2 months

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CW / info : NSFW : tm! reader : he/him : no y/n

Camboy!reader who’s main donators are loser!Soap & Ghost. Both men deny being gay cause your lives are just a way for them to get off even though they jerk each other off to your delicious symphony of moans from through the screen

Camboy!reader who loves when Soapie and S.Ghost join your lives, making sure you put on a proper show for your favourite boys:(

Loser!Soap and Ghost who spend most their wages on Camboy!Reader, with donations and buying them outfits or toys. You even have silicone molds of both their dicks:(

Camboy!Reader who invites Simon and Johnny over as a thank you for all their donations and offers to let them fuck them live, in front of their audience.

Losers!Simon and Johnny who JUMP at the chance, pawing at you like horny dogs, whining and drooling all over your perfect body

Loser!Simon who tries to eat you out as Johnny plows into you but he doesnt know how but makes up for it in enthusiasm

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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Tbh no idea why people hate omegaverse so much, it's so delicious in every way possible and there's so much storytelling potential that it's insane.

Also both you and Elijah have me going insane and feral with your posts today I'm just.... growling biting at the bars of my enclosure at baby trapping posts. And I've been thinking of pregnant Simon since you responded to my post last night and I'm haunted by how much I need him to have my baby. He'd look so beautiful too 😔

He just needs to retire and be my house husband and I'll take care of him and make sure he goes to therapy <3

-🔮

🔮 anonie you have thoughts going inside my head rn bc I can’t help but imagine ghost who’d never thought of having kids he wasn’t cut out to be a father according to him, and the only father he’s come across was the piece of shit he was related to and maybe even Price who has offered a helping hand whenever he needed it

But then he meets you and you’re so good around kids, whether it’s because you have one of your own or a younger sibling and he can’t help but imagine what it would like for the two of you to have one together

It’s insane it really is he understands that, he does dangerous work where he can’t guarantee he’ll be back in the morning, he’s not cut out for the role and besides the two of you have only been dating for a couple of months.

But everything changes one day when the two of you are out at the park with your nephew or younger sibling or kid in tow,

You’d ask ghost to watch over the kid while you went to get the three of you ice cream suddenly someone came up to him, told him what a lovely little family he has, even jokingly says how the two of you make handsome dads , but just as he’s about to correct the stranger you come up behind him with a bright smile on your face, thanking the stranger for their kind words before handing him his ice cream cone

“You’d make a great father you know?” You say staring ahead, where your nephew or whoever is climbing the monkey bars

He scoffs, but ducks his head to hide the blush on his face “doubt that”

You don’t push it any further, dropping the conversation and moving along to talking about something else but it doesn’t leave his head and all of a sudden he can’t help but imagine how he’d look with a bump, if the kid would have his or your eyes, and oh then there’s the way he’d find himself googling different types of positions in bed that would ensure the person got pregnant, he’s just doing research you know nothing serious, and more often than not he finds himself too lazy to take his birth control, keeping you inside him for hours because it’s comfortable and not because he’s hoping for something more.

And when he goes to take a pregnancy test that just so happens to be laying around in his bathroom and it turns out to be a positive one, he can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of fear but also an overwhelming amount of joy because he knows with you by his side he can do just about anything

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fallenneziah · 5 months

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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 😌

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)

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subwaystragedy · 7 months

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Count Em All || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Sub Ftm!Reader

Word Count. 1.7k

Warnings: Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Degradation, and Slight Size Kink

"One!" You cry out, having to restart the count all over again as your secret lover slaps his large hand across your ass, the punishment he set for your disobedience throughout the day. "Two!" you call, hearing Ghost chuckle, "Don't mess up again love," you hardly hear his low and taunting voice, trying to get to ten without messing up again, having not taken the punishment seriously in the beginning. Leaving your ass red and sore, the actual number of hits being somewhere nearing 25 or 30, you can’t remember, once again feeling his hand come down on your ass, making you jolt forward. Crying out a simple, “Three!” as you whimper, the pain soon turning into a masochistic form of pleasure as his hand hits your pussy every time he brings it down to smack your ass.

His large hand hitting both sides of your ass from how small you were in comparison to him, even now as you’re leaned over his knees, the size difference is noticeable. “Four!” you sob, head hanging low as you bite your lip, thankful you didn’t get distracted by your own thoughts as you become increasingly wet from the sadistic actions Ghost was dealing you. Hearing him chuckle after smacking your ass again, “F-five!” you wail. Voice becoming hoarse from all yelling, “Startin’ to think you’re enjoying this more than you should,” Ghost laughs, fingers soon finding their way to your entrance as he runs them up and down. “Fingers are already slick with your juice's love,” he teases, knowing you’re enjoying it all from the small whimper you let out.

Hearing him chuckle lightly at your pathetic noises, “Really are enjoyin’ this more than you should, huh?” the words make you whine, earning another laugh from him as he gently pushes his fingers inside you. Only a knuckle deep as his free hand rubs your sore and aching ass, the gentleness stings as your raw skin screams from the break of contact and pain it's providing. His thick fingers stretching you as he pushes them fully inside you, the feeling like always making you desperate for something more than just his fingers. His still fingers inside you make you moan, the small and unintentional attempt to push yourself back against him, the quick but small amount of sting that comes from him gently slapping your ass once again is almost unbearable.

Tears falling slowly as he shushes you, “You can always safe word out love, no need to take what you can’t han-” “No!” you cut him off, wiggling your hips as you whine, “W-want you,” you softly sob, needing more than what he’s giving you as you raise your hips. Whimpering softly just to hear a laugh follow from him, “Count it,” he commands before he brings the hand previously rubbing your ass down to your smack it again, taking a moment to think of where you left off as you yell out before counting, "Six!" Letting out a sigh of relief as he praise you, "Good boy, glad you can keep up," feeling him smack your ass repeatedly and quickly, too fucked from his fingers pushing in and out of you slowly afterwards.

Hearing him exhale, seemingly amused with the loud scream you let out, almost convulsing as he gives the back to back spanks, "How many was that love?" "N-nine?," "Awe, that's just too bad pretty boy," you practically sob at his words. Throwing your head down, knowing you'll have to restart all over again as he tells you, "It was ten love," you whine, a few more tears running from your eyes at the disappointment. Having been so close to the actual amount, hearing him click his tongue in his mouth as he runs his hand over your sore ass again, light feather-like touches as he moves his finger back to your cunt with the other hand. Entering you immediately, no more teasing as he begins to finger you at a satisfying pace, humming as he watches you squirm and hears you whine, snickering quietly to himself as he looks down at you.

Soon feeling the small bump against your stomach turn into a full bulge against you as he picks up the pace of his wrist, thick and long fingers hitting deep enough inside you to make you moan and writhe in pleasure. You're noises clearly effecting him, both of you unable to ignore the growing bulge in between his legs, but you knew he wasn't going to give anything to you any time soon. "S-simon please~" you whine, hearing him hum as he slows his fingers down to let you speak, "I want you~ Please Si," earning a laugh from the man above you as you hear him give a simple command, "Get up then love, face down, ass up, on the bed now." Following his orders without a second thought for once in the day, getting off of him and crawling into the bed in the bunk room, just like he said, ass up and face down in the bed as you hear it creek when he removes his weight.

Looking back to see him standing at the edge of the bed undoing his pants, as he once again makes the bed creek with his weight, being almost too small to line up with him properly. Soon feeling his cock on your ass as he rubs it in between your legs, hearing you moan makes him laugh, "A desperate lad aren't you?" he teases, pushing his head inside you before pulling it out. Once again laughing at your distressed whine, doing the action once more only for you to push back, feeling more of him entering you but soon feeling a harsh slap to your ass, harder than any of them before. "I didn't say you could move," he talks while shoving the rest of himself inside you.

Gasping at the sudden fullness, the pace he immediately sets is brutal, pounding into you with his hands on your waist to stabilize his movements, fingers basically touching as he holds you. The moans, if not heard before, were definitely being heard now by the rest of 141, increasing in volume and frequency, unable to keep it all inside as you feel him deep in your stomach. Looking down to see that small bulge in your guts that could make you cum on the spot, once again feeling his hand come down on your already stinging ass. The scream once again pulling a laugh out of Ghost, "Such a small thing beneath me," he moves his hands to grip your ass, "Can fit all of your ass in my hands," he laughs.

The tight grip on your rear makes you whine, "Come on baby, bounce on me," he gently commands, moving your hand to your stomach to feel him make that small bulge you love so much. Moving yourself back on forth, his hands still on your ass as he groans, only slightly helping as he lets you do most of the work to please yourself and him, "God you look so pathetic underneath me," he chuckles, "So small and cute," he once again laughs. His deep voice getting to you as you moan softly, whimpering and whining like the cock drunk whore you are for the man behind you, rolling your hips up and down as you push and pull yourself back and forth.

"Off, now, " Ghost commands, immediately flipping you over as you pull forward enough to make him pull out, now laying on your back as he pushes your legs up, knees near your head as he lines himself back up with your entrance, pushing in and setting a brutal pace. Pushing you up aggressively every time he thrust into you, your eyes closed with your mouth hung open in a silent moan as he presses down on your stomach. The force of his hips against your ass still not giving you a break from the pain on the raw and sensitive skin, hearing him grunt and groan at the feeling of your walls clenching against him making him get unbearably close.

"Lookin' so beautiful love," he talks in between soft moans, trying to hear you screams of pleasure and pain, on hand keeping you leg as far back as it could go, the other relaxed as he angles himself to fuck you deeply. The bulge seemingly growing in size as he fucks you from the new angle, "So small under me," he comments, groaning with his head tilted back before he take his hand off your stomach to pull his balaclava mask just above his nose as he leans down to kiss you. Holding his face as he does, feeling his grunts and groans against your lips as you moan against his, knowing he's getting close, silently begging for him to cum inside you as you unintentionally clenching around him at the erotic noises of your kissing and sloppy sex.

Pulling away to catch your breath properly, head thrown back as you feel him thrust quicker, trying to fill you up with his cum, and he eventually does. Grunting and groaning as he rest his forehead against your as he continues to fuck you through his own orgasm, feeling his cum inside you spurring you own orgasm, almost squirting on his cock as you finish with him. Ghost giving a few slow but deep thrust as he rolls his hips into you, whimpering as you feel almost unbearably full of your lover, his lips meeting yours again in a soft and tender kiss, hearing and feeling him sigh peacefully against you. The sweet moment being interrupted by pounding on the bunks door, a thick Scottish accent following, "Keep it down next time!" causing you both to laugh after the initial shock dies down, breathy and exhausted laughs leaving the two of you as you fall into each other. "Did so well love," he kisses your forehead, moving so you're atop of him instead of underneath, big arms wrapped around you as he pulls you close, your head on his chest as he stays inside of you, "Proud of you handsome."

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