Hi I go by Harvey on here. I'm trans guy. I'll be posting about my hyperfixations. I'll be using my page to try and improve my writing. Also my grammer and spelling are horrible even autocorrect can't save me sometimes.
I post when I feel like it so it won't be consistent.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI your ribcage will be mine and you'll be blocked :)
DNI:
Pedophiles
Transphobia, Homophobes, Ableists
Unkind people
‼️Blogs with no posts or no age will be blocked‼️ hate comments will be blocked or any comment saying I'm doing something wrong :)
This is how I tag I do not want to here any comments or whatever saying I'm wrong just keep scrolling:
Top: who's on top physically
Bottom: who's on bottom
Dom: who's fucking
Sub: the one being fucked
Who I write for:
CoD:
Any character and almost any ship
Resident Evil:
Leon Kennedy
Spiderman:
Spidernoir
Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099
Spider punk
I will write trans! Character as well! Just request. I will add to the list of characters and fandoms.
What I write:
Smut
Fluff
Angst
Comfort
Drabbles
One shots
Long series (maybe)
Relationships between step father and step son and in that range (as long as the characters aren't related by blood).
What I don't write for:
Vore
Rape
Incest
Pedophilia
Necrophilia
Anything with children (Will write teen!Reader though)
@rawme-price has been rotting my brain w force masc. Credit for them because some of their works inspired me (I think they had this one post up mentioning force masc Ghost so yeah. Go check them out cuz their writing is sooooo fire.)
Price who force masced a young, unstable ghost. Simon was in his prime, a beautiful young woman Price met at the bar. He was strong and muscular, Price swore up and down Simon wasn't an actual girl. It was just some kind of show or sick humiliation thing. So he approached, wanting to recruit him. Price asked Simon's 'name', which was Samantha. The answer made Price scoff.
"Are you sure? You don't look like a lady." Price said back, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. He ignored Simon's frown and correction. He simply left his number and drink on him before leaving.
To Price's pleasure, Simon actually called and accepted his offer to work with him. That's when he'd get to work making a real man out of Ghost.
He first started by cutting Simon's hair, buzzing it. Price insisted it'd be helpful, the long hair would get in the way and be a hazard. It wasn't too bad after a bit, it felt nice having that long blonde hair off of his neck. Then Price started calling him Simon, no Samantha. His excuse was Samantha wasnt a man's name and clearly he was a guy.
Price always made sure to praise Simon after good operations, perfect reports or following directions, throwing out 'atta boy' and 'good lad' any time he could, ignoring Simon's side eye or grimace. He'd get used to it eventually.
Price also made sure that Ghost was getting all the calories a grown man needed, working out in the gym for up to four hours on free days, making sure to focus on the chest. After a good year Ghost's boobs were now pecs with a good layer of fat over them. His slim body now muscular, thick and scarred. His voice was deeper from the testosterone gel he was tricked into using. To Ghost surprise he didn't hate the changes, it fit him much better. He was happier, he didn't know if it was from Prices manipulation during a vulnerable time or it was some kind of suppressed part of who he was. But Ghost could care less.
Can't stop thinking about force masc stuff. Ill drop a thought I left in an inbox. I got the force masc from Tommy/raw-me price. I've been flipping through their page, its so good 🤤 so many ideas but I've been too busy.
Ive been seeing so many posts of freaky ghost, but like in a butcher, crazy, I'm gonna hunt, skin and cook you way. I love it so so so much. He's just stalking you through the woods, the hunt is slow. He's enjoying himself, he's in no rush. He's got all week off, you won't know when it'll end. He sets traps out for you too.
He'll always be right behind you, casually following you as your sweating bullets. All he had is a knife on him, that's it. He's dressed in his usual mask, uniform and boots.
When he does catch you he'll tie you up like a deer then throw you over his shoulder. Or maybe hog tie you and drag you through the forest on a rope. He'll poke at different parts, marking with red marker what kind of cuts he'll make as you're strapped to a metal table you see in meat delis.
He's laying back against the headboard of his barracks bed, shirt stuffed into his mouth. His eyes are all watery and cheeks damp from tears, his nose is runny. He's sniffling softly and hiccuping, his shirt muffling whimpers and broken sobs as he strokes himself, other hand squeezing his balls.
His poor body is quivering as he cums, tears picking up. He has to bite into the shirt to stay as quiet as possible so no one hears him.
Or Hesh crying while face down on a desk being railed, a puddle of tears and drool on the wood. Snot smeared all over his face. His skin is all shiny from sweat.
Hesh whining and squirming while he's down your throat, his hands gripping your shoulders with an iron grip. His eyes rolling back, his chest twitching from the harsh sobs he's letting out, his voice all weak and hoarse.
reader who freak flirts with ghost instead? i was once told someone i wanted to kiss their spleen and they got a boner
Ghost used to think flirting didn't work on him.
No amount of compliments to his appearance, thinly veiled propositions, or subtle touches did anything to him. At most, they made him cringe at just how desperate people got.
Which is why he glared when you saddled up next to him at the bar. He just wanted to enjoy time with his men, not suffer through whatever you were about to try. But instead of batting your lashes or whispering to him, you smiled up with sharp teeth and a downright hungry expression. Hand coming up to push roughly at his ribs, fingers making small dimples at the fat.
He nearly chokes when you state "You've got a nice amount of fat on you. I'd love to drug you properly and butcher you, make some ribs or steak, yeah? Maybe fuck you first, who knows."
And ghost is instantly blushing tomatoe red down to his chest, heart stuttering as he tries to come up with something to say. Gaz and soap have both paused their conversation to side-eye you, and soap stands up panicked when ghost nods along and follows you out of the bar.
Long story short, ghost comes back to base the next day covered in bite marks with the happiest expression anyone's ever seen. Practically glowing. He tells soap later that he had to fight you off when you pulled a knife, absolutely lovesick in his expression.
Free use but not really free use with homophobic misogynistic dude bro, who will let you fuck him in the library after a long day of studying for exams not that he has much of an option, at first he’s begging please not here come on anyone can just walk in but he only spreads his legs when you spit on your fingers before you rub them against his rim, reluctantly bends over the table while his eyes are glued to the door, tells you to “just hurry up or we’ll get caught here”but he’s painfully hard, cock flush against the wooden table and rubbing against it with every thrust, “mph fuck hurts ah- hurts sir” but won’t ask you to stop, practically slobbering all over the table while you’re ramming into his cunt, eyes slowly turning bleary and unfocused as he continues to watch the door, the look quickly turning into one of terror when he hears a voice, tries to push you away but he’s stuck in such a compromising position all he can manage is a weak push to the chest, and you’re stood there laughing while the sweet thing is begging you to “ pull out please!”
But you refuse to do that, so he does everything in his power to stay quiet - biting down on the palm of his hand or on his lips til it bleeds -while you’re continuously ramming into him, at some point you grow tired of the muffled grunts and groans and tell him you won’t let him cum if he doesn’t make some sounds, suddenly you have the sweet thing telling you how good he feels how he loves daddy’s cock even begging and pleading you to let him cum please!,
you watch the last bit of pride slowly be stripped away from him while tears continuously trickle down his cheeks, the only consoling he gets is when you lean into his ear and whisper to him not to worry “you sound like a girl anyway” and if someone were to walk in they’d see him with his back flushed against your chest, his pathetic little cock in the palm of you hand, and this big bad dude who claims he hates gay ppl so much sounding like a girl as he begs to cum on another man’s cock.
Sirens touch~! (Kyle Garrick x male siren reader) 𓊝
WC:.2.1K
Tags: pwlp, anal sex, sex on a boat, monster x human, pheromones used as drugs, fish anatomy mentioned, bottom male reader, seduction themes, siren songs, handjobs, neck biting, blood mentioned 𓇼
A/N: this one is for @creepy141dollie hope Y’ like it, forgive if M’ descriptions of sirens are inaccurate, this was jus my thought process <33
The air was fogged over and cold- rigidly so, you could almost taste the salt in the air when you breathed in the mist. Kyle wasn’t happy about this in the slightest, the moment price caught wind of makarov supposedly hiding somewhere across the sea, he had the whole task force on a ship on the ocean waters, that included Gaz too. Gaz walked around on the deck, he’d peek his head over the rails and stare into the nearly black abyss of water— god he could only imagine how cold that water must’ve been.
His eyes slowly widen when he sees something beneath the sheets of liquid, it was probably just a dumb fish swimming around. Garrick wasn’t made for the waters nor did he like them, sea sick was the only thing he ever got from it— and was that a person laying on that rock?…oh god the sea must be getting to him.
“I don’t see how sailors manage”
Gaz diverts his gaze to the passing soap, walking by and across the ship watching the other end- like what he was supposed to be doing but something felt off he couldn’t explain it, it all felt weird like bugs churning around in his stomach. He’d just cut it down to the waves giving him motion sickness.
“Are you gonna make it there gaz?”
He nearly jumps when ghost sneaks up on him standing behind him with his mask on letting his gaze pierce through the other male.
“You shouldn’t be so damn quiet- you’re gonna give someone a heart attack these days”
“Relax, I was just gonna ask if ye wanted to swap tasks- ye go to the lower deck N’ keep an eye out”
The man’s British accent creeping through his words only making Gaz sigh and nod, making his way down to the empty deck, his body felt a reaction the closer he got to the waters almost like something compelling him forwards. When the rock he had seen earlier came into view he could’ve sworn he saw a man with H/C hair laying there with a deep blue webbed ear. Before he knew it he felt his chest ache at that sight- why did he feel so much need over a man that probably was a figment of his lonesome imagination.
He leans against the rails, blinking once and frowning when he sees nothing on the rock, he almost feels sadness as the disappearance but before he can mourns it a hand is placed up on the ship from the loading area a few feet from him.
“Who’s there?!”
His voice rings empty in the fog, you slip your way up onto the deck while laying sprawled with a little grin. Tilting your head over almost like a curious cat— you weren’t used to not having your tail but you’d make having legs work. Gaz was practically lovestruck standing in his military gear and yet he felt just as defenseless as a common man before a gun.
“Aren’t you just a mean one?”
Your voice was angelic and he knew that you knew that, the way you slithered up on the deck like some serpent ready for its mean had him in a state of pure lust looking at you— Gaz was a weak man and the years of solitude without touch only made him weaker. Your prime prey, you liked a sweet man who was good at heart but had desperation— you could feed off the lust in his eyes alone.
Gaz started approaching you almost in a trance but you haven’t even used your song on him yet, this was pure free will.
“What the hell are you— a damn talking fish?”
“I’m not a damn fish— I’ll have you know I’m a siren”
You hiss your words at him growing irritated with it all, reaching your hand out to grasp hold of the man and pull him down with you having him beneath you on the deck. your body nude and cold from the see, your cock pressed flat down on your thighs while you click your tongue slowly tracing your cold fingers over his skin, humming your own siren song.
“Fuck, what the hell are you doing”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me, everyone wants me.”
Your hands grip his shoulders speaking statements not questions, your cock was stiffening up when his bulge pressed to your plush cheeks almost giving it a friendly greeting making you push back down against his clothed member, Gaz’s hands roam down grabbing your hips instinctively gripping at the flesh with vigor while he stares up at you in a glossy eyed trance watching how your hands slid off his shoulder down his vest and to his cargo pants, pulling them down with a thud when you undo his tack belt letting it fall on the deck.
Your nails were sharp and pointed leaving chills on his thighs when your nails graze over the tip of his cock having it all wet and coated in pre cum when you finally get it out of his boxers. Your eyes narrow slightly glowing under the dim fog of the late noon sky, the ship rocking back and forth against the waves having Gaz feeling completely under your spell when you hum against his ear and press your lips to the side of his neck.
“God you’re…”
He wanted to say so many things in that moment but his lips quivered and stopped, all men acted that way— you couldn’t count the number of sailors who uttered those exact words to you. Gaz felt different you didn’t want to lure him into a seductive demise, you actually wanted him all for yourself.
“I already knoww~”
you hush him silently with your lips pressed to his Adam’s apple rubbing your sharp teeth to the flesh feeling tempted to just take a bite out of him. Your hand plays with his cock stroking the base and rubbing your thumb flush against the under side of his tip, right where you knew it was most sensitive.
“O-h fuck you’re good at this”
Kyle’s moan comes out strangled like a half laugh when he takes a gulp for the first time in his military years feeling nervous by something that looks so frail, your skin practically glowed sticky from the salt in the sea having your damp body in his lap feeing your bare ass on his thighs making his half lidded eyes just stare at it, he only looks away when he feels the sharp pain in his neck— you just bit him?
“Mhm, you just taste good enough to eat”
“Oh fuuck”
His groan just make you smile having his blood over your teeth like a fresh candy coating making your slit pupils dilate, licking up the blood off his neck leaving him with the mark of a siren when you aim his cock between your wet cheeks, grinning at his expression when his eyes clamp shut from the cold feel of your skin pressing to his manhood. You rock your hips back and forth letting go of his cock and reaching up to his jaw and gripping it tight while you lay hunched over him pressing your bitter and blue lips to his mouth kissing him- making him taste his blood off your tongue while he lays on his back on the deck.
“You want this so bad don’t you?”
“…yes…”
He mumbles mindlessly under you just staring you blankly in the eyes, his lips sloppily responding to yours with your cock standing barely stiff leaning a small pearl of pre cum with your blue webbed ears looking almost like a fin when they flick back and forth in satisfaction. His cock head rubbing between your cheeks and all up and down your crack rubbing against your twitchy ring of muscles.
“Tell me you want inside me- tell me now”
“…I want you, I wanna be inside you so bad”
Your mouth nibbles at his neck some more littering it in red marks having blood smears on his skin while his hips buck up under you making you let go of his jaw when he hisses from how your nails dug into his skin. Gaz presses into you slowly pushing his way inside of your vice, being a siren producing pheromones and natural lubricant around your rim, your holes weee designed to take— you were a being of lust- a Adonis of sex in every way but the name.
“Fuckin, please-“
If it wasn’t for how desperate Gaz was in this moment he may have passed out of humiliation, he hated the way his voice cracked when he begged for you sitting desperate with his cock half inside you prodding its way into the bunny tavern trying to spread and spear you open on his dick, you sit in his lap having your mouth latched on his feeling his moans muffled by your tongue when you bite on his bottom lip leaving little drops of blood mixing into the shared spit.
“Think you may be the biggest man I’ve taken in a very long time sailor”
You lift your hips up and slowly lower them back down on him while you let your hand find its way to his shoulders digging your nails through his gear and clawing a hole in the back of his shirt leaving marks on his rich skin. Your rim milks out the pre cum from his mushroomed head having his hands trembling on your hips while he pushes his spit down your throat.
“I’m not a damn sailor— I’m a captain”
His words come out strangled beneath you when he pulls his lips, tearing them away only to gasp for air. Your nails dig harder letting out soft moans when his cock rubs your prostate just right making you feel warm shrills up your spine having you feeling in a state of euphoria when you ride the man.
Your eyes creep back and you grow slicker around his cock taking it with ease, Gaz lets out heaved gasps beneath you. Not having fucked anything in a few solid years due to his job, his orgasm is on edge but he does his best to hold back not wanting to come too quick but boy if your insides weren’t practically begging it out of him right now.
“Stop or I’ll—“
Before he can even finish his sentence your hand creeps up off his back and over his mouth hushing his groans when you feel his cock start pulsing inside you reaching his high and flooding your insides with his semen leaving a warm feeling inside your ice cold body.
“Now you’re gonna be good and help me get off right?”
“Y-yes ofcourse”
He nods his head when you hum your song to him not even giving him time to come down from his orgasm when you remove your hand off his mouth and reach to the hand off your hips when you guid it down to your hardened cock, letting out a hiss when he touches the base. Gaz slowly starts stroking your cock and giving it a firm touches under your tip.
He starts stroking your cock a little faster gripping the base with your cock leaking a mess in his palm having you instinctively pushing your hips back down on his cock with the semen inside
“I’m getting close”
Gaz starts stroking your cock faster making you arch your back getting closer to edge with his hand snaking off your hips to your ass giving it a squeeze in time with his strokes. Pre cum starts oozing drink you all down your shaft making a mess when your voice cracks and your orgasm rushes over you, you grip his shoulders tight with your
“Oh fuck—“
“What is it fishy? You’re actin like this is your first orgasm”
You sneer down at him frowning when he says that, ropes of thin liquid shoots from your tip leaving stains on his gear. Your chest raises and falls rapidly practically glowing with your eyes rolling forwards to look down at him under you, sitting on top of him on the ship, you slowly raise up off of Gaz, semen starts oozing out of you and onto the ships deck, your rim twitches all puffy.
Before Garrick could even say anything to you, you were gone. The water flashed and it was like you were an imagination? Your figure lurked under the water then disappeared into the fog, sirens were never known to stick to one prey forever.
“Gaz? Mate what’re you doin?!”
There stood a flabbergasted soap, his mouth agape standing next to price with their eyes focused on a ruin captain kyle Garrick ‘Gaz’ laying covered in come with his pants around his ankles laying on his back, his cock limp and his eyes lidded clearly worn out.
Tiger Hybrid!Horangi whining as you grab his tail, he's sat on your lap nosing your pulse point as he cockwarms you.
He's by no means small or lithe─ broad-shouldered, muscled thighs on either side of your hips, hands clawing at the front of your shirt. He is heavy enough to make your legs tingle with numbness after two-to-three hours of this.
Whenever he shifts you scold him, his rounded ears pinning themselves down against his head as he looks at you with a pitiful expression.
How can you expect him to stay put when all he wants is to feel all of you? The drag of your cock against his walls as he bounces on your lap and loses himself to his base desires.
You can't be that cruel, right? You'll let him move soon. He's been so good for you.
[ tw slight force/corruption if you really squint ]
As is common with his generation, gen z!reader is all about no food rules, healthy nutrition, ethically-sourced meats, and environmental-friendly farming. Unfortunately, gen z!reader also is quite verbal about the harmful health effects of smoking, especially on a man like Price, who is under constant stress and is getting up into his late forties, which means that heart health is crucial if he wants to make it to retirement.
So gen z!reader makes it his personal mission to get Price to stop smoking, even going so far as to give a pitiful little cough, like a sickly Victorian child, every time the captain lights up one of his prized aged cigars.
However, Price is a man of few pleasures, and one of his main two are leaning back after a particularly hard day with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a smoke in the other. He’s not keen on hearing anything to do with him quitting, and he’s fed up with gen z!reader pushing for him to go cold turkey.
So, he decides to show him how good that sweet buzz of nicotine can really feel. One evening, while gen z!reader is yapping about the latest Hozier album and the new date-based brownies he found at the BX, Price simply leans forwards, takes a deep pull of his cigar, pulls reader into his lap, and locks their lips together.
Reader relaxes into the kiss at first, thinking it’s going to be Price’s usual tenderness, until the captain grips reader firmly by the jaw, holding him in place, and breathes out his mouthful of smoke straight down reader’s throat, making him choke and gag, the acrid, hot air burning the virgin passageways of his lungs.
When Price finally lets reader pull away, reader’s head is spinning, either from the nicotine or from the kiss, he doesn’t know which.
Reader finally manages to catch his breath, sputtering and coughing, his chest feeling tight and warm. With eyes teary from the smoke, he glances up in time for Price to repeat the action, forcing a fresh lungful of smoke into reader’s mouth. This time, Price is prepared for when reader pulls away, and he tugs reader against his broad chest and clamps a hand over their nose and mouth.
“Easy, now, hold it. Hold th’ smoke in for a full five seconds. Come on, good lad. Aaaaand out…”
Slowly, he removes his hand, allowing reader to weakly cough out a feeble trail of smoke. “That feel better, hmm?”
“Those things are foul,” reader rasps out, wiping at his eyes. “Oh, that’s awful…”
“Awful, hmm? That sweet lil tent between y’ legs says otherwise, son.”
Reader’s face goes bright red, and not from the coughing. He pulls his hoodie down further and shudders out a breath. “Again?”
Could I request a Soap x ftm reader? My bad if it’s sort of too specific, but reader maybe just had bottom surgery and healed mostly from it, so Johnny wants to worship his partner’s cock, and “properly” suck it for the first time. Maybe some fingering too? Soap doing it to reader
I don’t know how to specify dom/sub accordingly in this scenario, so sorry😅
Thank you for reading!
no I love specifics so you're totally cool! This has been eating me alive but have been procrastinating soo hard.
Warnings: sub!ftm reader, Dom!soap, mentions of surgery, sucking and eating out. Fem and minors dni.
It's been a long journey ever since you came out as trans. Lots of therapy, changes, talks and the long road of getting hormones. The thought of surgery was always on the table, but once you were on testosterone you were much happier. But eventually you decided to get top surgery.
A few years later you joined the 141 task force. Only Price knew about you being trans because he had your file, but agreed to not explicitly share with anyone but the medical team. And you were find with that.
Months pass and you start to date Johnny. He didn't care you were trans, it didn't change anything in his eyes. You were both happy and that's all that mattered. One night he asks if you ever planned on getting bottom surgery, and in all honesty it had been on your mind as of late. You said it wasn't a no and Johnny said he'd be there to support you.
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Months pass by and you go through with the surgery. The recovery was long and difficult. It was definitely an adjustment. Johnny was definitely having a difficult time too, not being able to eat you out or fuck but he could wait, he wanted you to be safe. Three months of recovery go by and you get the green light that you're now fully healed. You both had big plans for tonight...
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Your hands gripped the sheets, your knuckles white. Your thighs were squeezing Johnny's head as his lips were wrapped around your dick. Your thighs were quivering, vision blurry. You couldn't stop your hips from grinding down on his face, you swore oral never felt this good. But when you looked down at Johnny you could tell he was enjoying this much more than you were.
His face was flushed a concerning red, eyes glossy and distant. There was saliva and slick covering his nose and chin. You knew he was getting restless from the few months of healing you had to take, but you never expected it to be this bad.
Johnny wouldn't be letting up anytime soon, he already had two fingers deep in your, there was no sign of the end. Sweat was covering every inch of your flushed, shaking body. A groan slips past your lips as your eyes roll back, cum painting his face which he eagerly lapped up, fingers starting to pump in and out of you slowly. You knew he was far from done...
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Sorry if the ending was weak asf I didn't know how to end it. I'll be writing for CoD Ghosts because I've been fixated on it. Give me requests please!!! I would like ones for Hesh and Keegan but I'll take anything.
