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agender-wolfie · 1 year

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Post op Trans!Simon Riley x gn!reader smut. 🏳️‍⚧️

Warnings: Sex (duh), foul language and I think that’s it. Not a warning but the pet name ‘Bug’ is used to describe reader because I love bugs and I headcanon Simon as loving bugs as well. 🪲 No mention of the readers gender or genitalia. As the title says, Simon is a post op trans man and if you don’t like it, cry about it ☺️✨

Also, I can’t believe this has to be said but NO MINORS. I don’t like kids and I’m not your baby sitter, you shouldn’t be here. I will block you if you’re underage or have an ageless blog.

You and Simon were currently seated on the sectional watching the rain out the window.Simon’s arms wrapped around you as you curled into his side, his face on top of your head, just inhaling your scent.

All. was quiet until you spoke up, breaking the gentle silence, a question on your mind that had been itching at you for a while.

“Hey,Si?” You said as you leaned up on your elbows to look at him, his eyes fluttering open at your voice and movement.

“Yes,Bug?” He looked at you lazily, his gaze filled with comfort and the unmistakable feeling of love radiated off him, he was whipped.

You looked at him a smiled slyly, “How good is your self control?” You said as you cocked your head to the side in a display of innocence but Simon knew it was anything but.

He hummed and grabbed your waist, kneading it with his thumbs. “It’s impeccable,love.Best there is.” And there it was, that smirk, that self confident, bordering on arrogant smirk. You were going to wipe it off his face

“That so?” You chuckled lowly, seductively, he knew he was in trouble. Walking your fingers up his chest till you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes, his pupils were starting to dilate.

“So what you’re saying is, if I were to give you the sloppiest head you’ve ever received and then fuck you senseless right here on this couch, you’d be able to keep your hands to yourself?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

Fuck… he really was whipped.

The gulp he took was audible. All he gave was a hum of agreement, not trusting his voice to stay steady if he spoke; this caused a grin to form on your face as you slid off the couch.

“Then you won’t mind if I give it a shot?” You say as you begin to slowly strip off your clothes, Simon’s eyes following every movement with an appreciative gaze.

“Go ahead.” His voice was back, except it was darker, hungrier. You were fully stripped before he began to remove his sweatpants.

“I said no touching.” There was an authoritative tone to your voice that had his eyes shooting up to look at you in surprise. Never had he seen this side of you before, he loved it.

Walking over to him, you take both of his hands off his pants and place them at his sides. “ You keep your hands here, I’ll be doing the touching.” He said nothing so you looked at him expectantly, all he gave you was a nod, the smirk long gone from his face but you were no where near done with him.

You inched your way to his pants and began pulling them down slowly, revealing his cock. “ Mmm, you have such a pretty cock, Simon. So pretty and all for me.” You say as you trace the length with one finger while pumping his balls with your other hand to get him erect.

Simon began breathing heavily, he clenched his hands into fists to regain control, you haven’t even started yet and he was coming undone.

Once he was fully erect, you leaned down to the head, giving little kitten licks while staring at him. He watched you with hooded eyes as you took him in your mouth fully, letting out a hiss that ended in a groan as you took as much of him as you could.

You hummed at the taste, Simon always tasted good. The musk and salt setting heavily on your tongue, you would have lost control yourself if you hadn’t remembered your goal.

You began to set a steady pace with your mouth as you rubbed his base with your thumb. Simon’s stomach clenched at the feeling and he let out a breath to stabilize himself. Your mouth was just too good, it felt too heavenly.

The sounds you were making were sinful. When you said you’d give him the sloppiest head, you weren’t kidding.

His knuckles had turned white from how hard his fists have been clenched. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to touch you so badly it hurt. He had to stay strong,though he could feel his self control slipping, it always did with you.

You began to move faster, squeezing his base harder and taking him as deep as you could with your mouth. He began to let out small whimpers and moans and you could see the muscles in his stomach spasming, he was close.

Before he could reach his climax, you took your hand from his base and removed your mouth with an audible pop. The groan you received was feral, frustrated.

“Easy, Si. I’m not done with you yet.” You grinned. This was just too much fun. Having your usually stoic boyfriend that prided himself on his self control falling apart in your hands was just too good to rush. You wanted to take your time.

He looked at you with hooded eyes, still breathing heavily. He said nothing, but his eyes said it all. ‘Fuck me’ was written on his face clear as day, and you would do just that.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.” You whispered as you pushed his shirt up to his chest, revealing his very sensitive nipples. You leaned forward and took one of his hard nubs into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Simon moaned and bucked his hips, this was just too much. He kept his hands at his sides, almost clawing holes into the furniture. A strangled noise bubbles up inside of his throat that sounded desperate. It was, but he wouldn’t speak.

He didn’t have to, you already knew what it was. ‘Please’ that’s the word that’s at the tip of his tongue and you were going to make him scream it.

Straddling his lap, you positioned yourself over his cock, flushed red and desperate for release. You looked him directly into his eyes as you sank yourself onto him. You both let out moans as the head breached your holes entrance.

“F-fuck” Simon stuttered, throwing his head onto the back of the couch as you placed your hands on his shoulders and started a slow rhythm.

“Oh, Simon.” Your voice was breathless, needy, you needed him to lose control, to beg, to touch you, you needed it.

So you began to go faster, clenching your muscles around his cock, milking him for all he’s got, you wanted him to unravel. And he does.

The first clench of your hole around his cock sends electricity straight to his core, he couldn’t take this anymore. You were just so beautiful, riding his cock and treating him like a fuck toy that was made just to get you off, he loved it.

He began to break. With a gulp and a shuddering breath, he spoke. “D-darling.” It was barely audible, you could barely hear it over the lewd squelching sounds of your combined fluids.

But you did, and you knew just what he wanted however, you wanted to drag this out a bit longer.

“Yes, my precious boy?” You spoke in a breathless whisper, hips stopping to gyrate on his cock.

“Mmm! Pl- AH!” Simon moaned as you began to play with his nipples as you rode him. “What was that baby?” You feigned ignorance. Usually Simon would have said something, called you out on your shit but he was far too fucked out to care.

With a deep breath he spoke, “Please.” It was desperate, submissive, but you wanted more.

“Please what Simon?” You said as you grabbed his shoulders for leverage and lifted yourself off of him to where just the tip of his cock head was in the entrance of your tight hole.

“Unn! Please. Please can I..” he didn’t finish, he was breaking but he needed just a little push to get him over the edge.

“What do you want my good boy?” He moaned at your words and the squeezing of your tight muscles on his cock head. He clenched his eyes and his fists so hard you were beginning to worry but before you could say anything, he spoke loudly.

“Please! I want to touch you, please, please, please!” Was his declaration, so needy and wanton of course you had to reward him. After all, this is what you wanted.

He let out a gasp as you sank back down onto him quickly and began to fuck him like your life depended on it. “Touch me, Simon. Touch me.”

That was all he needed before he grabbed handfuls of you. Gripping every part of your body as you fucked him. Both hands gripping your ass as he chased your mouth for a kiss and you gave it to him.

Deep, sensual and filled with all the love you had. Simon’s senses were filled with you, tears began to spring to his eyes at the stimulation.

Before long you began to lose steam, your legs becoming tired. You cradled his face with both hands before saying “Fuck me, baby, fuck me good”

Simon didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you another passionate kiss before wrapping both his arms around your back and bringing you to lay down gently on his chest. And with his feet planted on the floor he began to pump into you at a pace that made you see stars.

“Fuck! Simon, yes baby!” The house was filled with your moans and the slapping of skin but you couldn’t hear it due to the ringing in your ears.

Simon’s thrusts we’re getting sloppy, his moans more high pitched and broken, he was almost there and so were you.

With a final few thrusts he buried himself to the hilt and repeated your name as if it were a mantra,you following shortly after. He thrusts a few more times as you ride out your highs. You lay there panting, catching your breaths.

You felt Simon rub up and down your back for a while after you’ve calmed down. Everything was peaceful until you spoke up. “Impeccable my ass.” You let out a giggle as Simon rolled his eyes and pinched your ass as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Yeah, Simon was always in control on the field and on base but he was a mess with you 💀💙

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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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-"

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