a/n: so idk why im hyperfocused on this character rn, haven’t watch the movies in years and yet i just wanna write for him now 😪honestly idk what this even is, don’t read if you don’t like as always
cw: freak shit, biting (obvi), dog references (idk how i ended up here but it fit), teasing, suggestive (SFW).
loves you to all hell, especially because of your quirks.
when he first noticed your little pattern of biting him (or random things), he found it so cute, cause he knew you didn’t do it out of harm, but love, you never bit him hard enough to make it hurt, even if he personally hoped you would sometimes. (freak)
one time before you two got together, he used his hook to tilt your chin up teasing you about something, honestly he doesn’t even remember what it was about anymore because all he really remembers was how you bit down on the curve of his hook like a wild dog tugging on its toy while glaring at him, he froze in awe, knowing he’d like you way more than expected.
you always having small indents on your fingers cuz you keep chewing on your knuckles whenever deep in thought.
you biting onto his bicep whenever you’re cuddling, making him giggle when you do so.
after some time, your little habit starts to rub off on him as well, and he starts giving you some love bites whenever the opportunity presents itself to him.
you always remember to kiss the bite marks whenever you’re done, which makes him extremely giddy. (my guy gets cuteness aggressions so bad)
he wears your bite marks out with pride, always smirking like he’s the hot shit whenever people stare at the several bite marks or hickeys all i’ve his neck, shoulders, and arms.
him randomly just giving you his hand when he sees that you’re stressed so that you can nibble on his fingers a bit. (knowing how sore your own hands get from constantly gnawing on them yourself)
LOVES it when you bite his lip when making out, kissing almost becomes like a dog fight with you two, not in the nasty gory way, but in the way poems goes on about love.
if you were to get hurt really bad (whether it be from a sword fight or simply a nasty fall causing your joint to pop), he’d let you cling onto him and bite into his shoulder as your injury were to be fixed, one time while pushing your knee (or something) back into place, you bit him so hard from the pain that he started to bleed, which made you panic of course, but he only comforted you saying it’s okay, all the while he secretly found it super attractive but wouldn’t admit it in that moment.
if he ever heard someone talk badly about your habit he would kind of lose it, in a quiet smiling way, like some random guy would judge you behind your back and comment that you “should be put in a muzzle” to “fix their problem” and “what are they? a fucking dog?”, Harry would just tightly smile at them as he’d talk in a low quiet tone, “maybe it’s ye i should throw in the dog cages, let them strey hounds have their slop early huh?” he’d put his hook onto their shoulder and lean closely to their ear “talk like that and you’ll lose yer tongue around here..” he’d just glare coldly, freaking out the guy enough for them to blabber out all the apologies as they ran.
so yeah, i guess you could say that he’s protective of you and all your little quirks no matter how strange they might be, because he loves you so much, just the way you are.
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I don't know why, probably not a non-issue since it has been used as a "female" reader for so long from back then up to now but I do wish "x reader" known as another form of gender neutral reader since it doesn't have a specific gender at all.
Like, "x reader" by its title/tag is technically like another form of "gender neutral" but it quickly just is known as another title for "female reader"...
Wouldn't it make more sense to be known as a "gender neutral" reader unless specified like: MALE reader, FEMALE reader, etc
Like I've been thinking about this for so long it just bothers me because why an "x reader" is just automatically and most known (popular) as female readers and not also "no gender/gender neutral" readers...
Because half of the time, you all of sudden fine rare jewels when there is someone who does use x reader as another form of gender neutral and I'll be cheering my butt off.
Am I gonna get hate for this....? Maybe.
Me when I find a rare "gender neutral" story on a "x reader" section:
If I don't find anymore male/ftm readers I usually go to gender neutral stories since it's almost welcoming for all genders...
The hair care routine he creates for you goes hard, your honor!
Helps you style it in more feminine ways as you start to grow it out, for sure. He’s that dad on YouTube looking up ‘how to do my daughter’s hair’ videos
You both do hair masks together with opera playing in the background, and it’s so relaxing! He’ll even let you braid his hair if you want practice doing styles yourself.
Everything he knows about femininity he learned from his mom, so he’ll get out her old perfume and hair stuff and give it to you. He feels like now that he has a daughter, he can honor his mother in ways that don’t involve wax
You come downstairs one day wearing Trudy’s old curlers in your hair and his heart twists in his chest when you ask him to help take them out. I did it, mama, he thinks, I have a legacy and she’s wonderful
Lester Sinclair:
Okay cool! … does that mean you don’t wanna go hunting with him anymore? :(
Once you assure him that you still want to, and that your gender doesn’t affect that, he’s perfectly happy. Gets you a pink camo “Dad’s Little Deer-stalker” shirt because he’s corny
Teaches you to fend for yourself so you don’t have to rely on any gross stinky boys (his words), but still insists on doing any butchering himself because it’s his job as your dad to provide for you!
He’s only really ever been around men for most of his life, so he doesn’t really know what to do now that he has a daughter, but he tries his very best!
“That’s my girl!” He whoops when you take down a buck for the first time
Bo Sinclair:
Dare I say girl dad? I’m saying it! You’re his little princess fr! One of those ‘my hands look like this so hers can look like this’ type dads
Takes anything he thinks you might like off of any victims that come through Ambrose- perfume, nail polish, makeup, clothes, even a curling iron!
You want to practice painting nails or doing eyeshadow? He’ll be your practice dummy (even though he’ll complain the whole time, he loves you and wants to make you happy)
I think he’d be willing to put aside a lot of his macho shit for you, tbh! Before you came out, he wanted you to be a strong ‘man’, but when he understands that you’re a girl, he realizes he can’t keep doing that to you and risk making you hate yourself as much as he hates himself. Actively works to be a better man for his daughter.
“What’d’ya think, princess? Does your Dad suit sparkles?” He asks, fluttering his eyelashes exaggeratedly because he knows it’ll make you laugh
Tiffany Valentine:
Did someone say girl’s day out? She’s ecstatic! She already has a trans kid, so one more is literally nothing to her
She’ll help you shop for clothes and do your eyeliner because her daughter is gonna look awesome if she has any say in it! Whatever style you like, it's a full wardrobe makeover
You get mani pedis and gossip about boys/girls/whoever before going bra shopping because ‘every young lady needs a proper first bra’. She squares up with anyone who give you weird looks, total mama-bear style
You guys end up overloaded with bags (did you actually pay for everything, though? Uhhh plead the fifth)
“C’mon, baby, we should stop at Ulta before we leave,” she urges with a big smile, already prancing toward the store
Thomas Hewitt:
Immediately teaching you self-defense! He won’t let his daughter go into the big bad world without being able to defend herself!
Sooo protective of you, almost to a degree that’s stifling. He so much as catches a whiff of someone giving you trouble about your gender? Guess what’s for dinner that night!
You want to date someone? Good luck bringing them home, because he has a chainsaw, a cleaver, and a shotgun :)
One of those ‘my daughter can’t date anyone until she’s thirty’ type dads, and if he catches anyone sniffing around you, he acts quickly and without mercy
He may relent if you give him puppy eyes, though, because he’s a big softie who can’t deny his little girl anything!
Ghost had never been one that liked to talk much, which isn’t surprising after how much you heard about him. Most people spoke highly of him, but their words carry a tremendous amount of fear. Despite all you heard, you couldn’t help but form a deep obsession with the man. Everyday for months you would follow him around, watching his routine, studying his moves.
If someone asked you to map out his entire day, start to finish, you’d be able to tell them what he does Monday through Sunday. It’s sick, you know, but you didn’t come to the military because you were of sound mind, you came here because you knew this is where you belong. Nowhere else would understand you, besides possibly a mental hospital, but that option isn’t a great choice to you.
Something had told you that today would be different though. Maybe it was him skipping his usual routine, or the fact that you couldn’t find him at all even though you had been up since four a.m.. Either way, you knew something was up and were determined to figure it out even if it took all day and you abandoned your duties.
A warm tickling sensation starts up your back now as you walk in the forest near where Ghost typically works out. You know the best vantage points to watch him, out of sight and sound range, just in case he decides to wander a bit. A heavy set of binoculars sits on your chest, perfect to be your eyes as you near the last spot he might be at.
Hands grip your sides as you round the last tree marker, one of the hands flying to your mouth to shut you up before you can even speak. You can hear the leaves crunch over both of your weights, a scream stuck in your throat as you attempt to throw their weight forward. A harsh voice is heard behind our head making you freeze up, understanding that you had been caught.
Ghost curses as his hand goes from your mouth to your throat, cutting off your air supply. You gasp and attempt to beg him to stop, but the noise is cut off completely. The feeling of him against you is driving you crazy, a warm fuzzy feeling settling under your uniform. You don’t mind this as much as you should and that makes it even more exciting for you.
“You’re sloppy”, his breath on your ear sends pins and needles down to your feet, your ass wanting to grind back even in such an awful situation.
“Did you think I didn’t notice you stalking me? You're so fucking clumsy…didn’t even notice me watching you back”, Ghost pauses as if to think about what he wants to do, drawing your head back a bit against his shoulder. His manic eyes meet yours through his skull mask as you finally understand that you are not the predator- you are the prey.
Hips connecting with yours is enough to make your eyes roll back, black spots filling your vision as you start to lose consciousness. The ecstatic feeling of Ghost rolling his hips against you is enough to make you let him do anything he wants to you. His bulge presses into you in a way that you had never imagined all the nights you spend fantasizing about him.
“Fuck-”, he pants into your ear, fingers digging into your throat and hip, keeping you in place, “Bloody hell Y/N, do you know how long I’ve been planning this”?
You would respond to him if you could, but his grip only tightens on your throat, catching any weak noises in their tracks. Between the twisted pleasure you feel and Ghost’s obvious advances, you can’t think of anything clearly.A low guttural growl from Ghost draws your attention to how desperate his movements seem, as if he has needed this for longer than you have.
It had been months of you watching him- when had he noticed? When did he have time to plan this with you watching his every move? However he did it, you’re impressed and turned on by it. Your body betrays your thoughts of wanting to breathe, your cock now standing fully erect at the feeling of the man behind you.
His hand slightly releases you, just enough for you to take in a deep breath before you actually pass out. Ghosts hips stop as well, both of you taking shuddering breaths. You can hear him groan into your ear, curses full of doubt following each groan and breath. You know he doesn’t care about what’s in your pants, only the fact that you are technically under his command.
The thought of being under his command only makes the situation better for you, spurring on your perverted fantasies. You wonder how it would feel to have something else choking you, taking your breath away without fail- you’re sure he’s big, you can feel it through your pants just fine. Although, you wouldn’t mind if he was to pull your pants down and take you here and now.
“Sir-”, you rasp out through a bruised throat, attempting to beg him for more.
Ghost though, doesn’t seem to want to listen to anything that you have to say, rather showing how he feels with actions rather than words. Before you can say another word, he’s turned you around, forcing you down onto your knees. Without taking off his glove, he rims your lips with his finger, the cold fall air causing you to shiver against him.
A hum leaves his throat, his other hand going to his dick to grind into himself, eyes piercing into your soul. You know what he is going to do, and he isn’t going to give you the choice to say no. It isn’t like you would have, hell you’ve been craving him for too long- but having the choice removed away from you makes the situation so much more enticing.
You watch as Ghost's hand goes to undo his pants, his belt coming undo smoothly as if he’s done this a thousand times. It’s fine if he has, as long as he never does it again with anyone else but you. God know’s what you’d do then- hell there is a chance that Ghost might not even have the means to do anything if he does somehow betray your emotions.
But, that isn’t the topic at hand, no, Ghost and his current actions are. The feeling of his gloved hand in your mouth, keeping you from speaking. His scent spilling into your nose, the taste of it leaving you dazed. Almost as if on cue, he starts to speak, voice rumbling as he unzips his pants, exposing his underwear and very large bulge.
“You hid well, no one should be around here right Y/N”?
His voice is taunting as he grips your waist long hair that he had let down earlier, bringing your face to his cock. The feel of it against your face is enough to send you overboard, muffled whimpers leaving your mouth as you taste his scent in the back of your throat. The musk from his pants makes your hips slide forward, grinding onto Ghost’s foot. A lighthearted chuckle is given in response, the man amused by your antics.
“This is driving me insane-”, he groans, gripping your hair and pulling your head back. Ghost's free hand slides down his underwear, his cock popping out with an impressive length that sends your brain straight into the gutter, better yet the dump with how dirty it got. Warm and soft, that’s all you can think as he taps it against your cheek. Precum drips from his tip onto your face, the smell of him driving you insane as well.
“Open”.
The command makes your jaw open in an instant, no words of argument falling from your lips in response, just an action. There isn’t even a thought of how much this might end up hurting your jaw, his cock bigger than you had ever even attempted to take. You’ll just be thankful for another reminder that this really happened and wasn’t a part of your imagination.
“Good girl”, he sneers, gripping the hair on the back of your head as hard as he can. The words send electricity through every part of you, your addiction only deepening the more you two interact.
You feel him slide into your mouth in one slick motion, his head hitting the back of your throat without any mercy. You gag, although it doesn’t last long, Ghost deciding to face fuck you right off the bat. You feel both of his hands grip the back of your head, his precum swirling into your mouth every time he strokes in and out of you.
Saliva falls from your mouth like an unstoppable water faucet, your eyes welling up with tears the more he thrusts. Deep growls are heard from him, Ghost turning into a rabid animal as his movements pick up, black spots assaulting your vision. You do everything you can to keep yourself conscious, your hands finding his pant loops to keep yourself up.
Ghost doesn’t seem to mind, purring out praises to you as if he isn’t taking advantage of you. If he only knew how badly you had been dreaming of this, feeling his cock slide down your throat, the veins pulsing on your tongue as you rock back and forth against his foot. The situation and sensations are enough to send you over the edge, your cock begging to release.
“Do you want to cum pretty thing”?
The man asks the question like you can respond, his eyes crinkling with amusement as you look up at him with tearful eyes. You can feel the soreness in your jaw and throat already as he slows his pace to slowly and sloppily thrust himself into your mouth. You can tell he is almost at his limit, the deep shuddering breaths leaving him giving Ghost away.
Eyes falling shut, you feel his hands shake your head up and down, forcing you to say yes to his question. You take a deep breath through your nose. Internally, you smile at his actions, externally you whimper and moan around his dick, asking for more, asking for a release. He seems to pick up on your desperateness, shoving his foot against you so that you can use it like he’s using you.
“Finish for me”, he commands, thrusting himself back into your throat without letting you catch your breath fully.
The feeling drives you insane, his then uniform movements now becoming slopping, almost as if he can’t hold himself back. You grind heavily against his foot, hands pulling his hips closer to your mouth, choking yourself on his cock. Your own length throbs, threatening to spill out in your own pants. Never before have you felt this way, but fuck do you enjoy it.
You feel Ghost shake against you, his cock throbbing in the back of your throat. He seems happy at your want for him, rolling his hips into your throat as you gag and choke around him. The masked man seems to have had enough of keeping his release in, his hands holding your head still as he rams himself into your throat.
The action catches you off-guard, your own core releasing within a second of him assaulting your throat. You feel the warm seed spill in your pants, stickiness catching on your clothes as Ghost continues to use you. It’s obvious that you came, your groans and gags becoming desperate and needy, eyes rolling back into your head.
Ghost isn’t far behind you, his legs almost giving out as he gives a final thrust into your throat, black spots filling your vision again. This time though, you blank out from the lack of oxygen. His cum fills your throat, forcing you to swallow it so that you can breathe. It doesn’t taste the best but it doesn’t matter since it’s his, something you’d gladly drink just to get his attention.
“Fuck that was-”, Ghost pauses, pulling out of your throat to leave you coughing and gagging, thankful for air, “Fucking fantastic”.
As quickly as he had pulled himself out, he slides himself back into his pants and collects his breath in just the same amount of time, leaving you kneeling in the dirt and leaves. A dumbstruck expression dances across your expression as you stare up at your boss, hoping filling your chest that he will continue to use you.
“You will meet me here every day before lunch and after dinner”, he commands, holding your face softly in his hand while crouching down.
Nodding, you lean your face into his hand, thankful for him and this opportunity.
“Let me hear you”.
“Yes sir”, you croak out.
He lifts his mask slightly, exposing his mouth to you, sharp canines calling you in. You watch his mouth as he speaks, the sight giving you another hard on.
“Good pretty thing, you are going to be ruined”.
Ghost leaves his mask up, fetching out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. You watch in awe, muscles twitching with anticipation for the future. He leans over you, placing the cigarette on your lips, watching you for any signs of hesitation. You don’t hesitate, instead taking a long drag, thankful for the indirect kiss.
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Hello! Hope all is well! If its no trouble may i request Micah being attracted to mtf reader? Sfw or nsfw whatever you're comfortable with :3
Micah would see you somewhere and know just from one look that he at least has to try even if you're out of his league. He'd use some very stupid and borderline mean pick-up lines on you and invite you to go somewhere private with him so you two can get nasty because he's desperate to have sex with anyone.
I don't see him really being transphobic, more so just very insensitive. He'd make some very cruel comments even as he's kissing you and urging you to take his clothes off.
But seriously, you being trans would not mean anything to him, he does not care and he'll treat you the same way he treats anyone. If he's truly attracted to you, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and he feels an irresistible pull towards you; he won't leave you alone. You'll find him everywhere and he'll be joking about how crazy it is that you guys are constantly meeting up all the time. He's definitely stalking you.
He doesn't understand how genuine loving relationships work, he's never seen a healthy relationship before and he's never loved anyone more than he's felt obsessed with and possessive of someone. He wants to know all about you, who you are, so he can better control you and I want to say almost fuse with you.
He is intensely scared that you will randomly abandon him, so he regularly disappears because he'd rather do it first before you do. He's paranoid and projects his own cruelty onto everyone around him.
Micah would genuinely hump anything that moves. To him, a hole is a hole and he'll take it up the ass too if he's in the mood for it.
