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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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💍🎀

More domestic hubby Simon cause I'm yearning💕

His wife is some bigshot in her field, fully wears the pants when he's not away on deployment. The moment he met her fiery attitude and quick wit he was whipped.

The guys (except Price, who is also fucking obsessed with his wife) make fun of him for how down bad he is.

When they're at home though? When there's no one around to judge or stare? They're fun as fuck.

He brings her coffee in bed every morning, gives her little kisses all over the forehead and nose and cheeks to wake her, fingers digging slightly into her sides so that she wakes with that hazy, giggly smile that makes him go actually weak.

Even after two years, she still looks at the small boulder on her ring finger after tough meetings or bad days, to remind herself of all the love and devotion that awaits her as soon as she crosses over the threshold of their cozy house.

When they first bought it, they scoured antiques markets and second hand shops for cool things to decorate with, spent days in the bright sunshine poring through posters and lampshades and things that slowly made the bare bones of their house into a home.

She sits curled up on the stools of their breakfast bar every morning in one of his shirts and some little panties (a combo which still gets him hard after years together) browsing through her emails, tongue poked out the side of her mouth in concentration whilst he makes some kind of healthy smoothie breakfast bowl thing.

Calls her 'the wife' and 'Mrs Riley' just to see the way she smiles and wiggles her ring finger so the stones on her wedding and engagement band twinkle in the light.

Maybe (Definitely) bought her the biggest ring that he could find so that everyone knows she's spoken for, even when he's not there beside her.

He wears his wedding band when he's not deployed, and keeps it on a chain looped around his neck when he is. Probably has one of her other favourite rings nestled beside it too, kisses it when he goes to sleep and imagines he's kissing her instead.

He has her initial tattooed on his ring finger for when he can't wear his ring because he can't stand the thought of people not knowing he's hers.

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dixonsgirl93 · 22 days

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Ghost: Wait. You have an OnlyFans?

Y/N: Y…yeah…

Ghost: *gets up and just walks away*

Y/N: *visibly hurt*

Ghost: *comes striding back and sits back down next to you*

Y/N: Wh…?

Ghost: I was getting my phone. What’s the link?

Y/N: *smirking and blushing*

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delulupost · 2 months

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Silent Rejection

Ghost x Reader

Angst, fluff

Part 2

Part 1

A/n: here's your part 2. Enjoy reading! Send me some request/ideas about what story should I do next. I will look forward for it.

For the next few weeks, you tried your best avoid from meet Ghost, from mission briefing to hanging out together with the task force. Everytime there were activities that made you have to face him, you always find excuse so you don't meet him. You wanted to, but everytime you see him, you got flashback to the night at the pub, and it makes your heart aches like hell.

Ghost tried his best to distance himself away from you to gave you some space, by hanging out more often with Melissa but his mind will always thinking about you. There was a weird feeling that made him felt guilty about the situation even though he didn't have feelings towards you. He tried his best to stop thinking about you, but he can't. Seeing you frowned and isolating yourself from everyone made his heart aches badly.

For the next few weeks he tried to find what's the reason why this was happen at the first place.

Why he always felt guilty to you?

Why he always worried about you?

Why he can't stop thinking about you?

Then, the realisation hits hard. He fell inlove with you. Simon "Ghost" Riley, a cold-hearted man, has feelings towards you.

His feeling towards Melissa was just an attraction, not love.

But the feelings that he had towards you, was love. He cared about you the whole time, but he just doesn't realised it.

He curse himself for being so dumb not to realised his feelings towards you. You are important to him. Infact, he always have eyes towards you, looking at you. But he brushes the feelings away like nothing happen.

Because he doesn't believe in love.

But after what happened, not seeing or talking to you for a long time, made his heart crumble. He always tried to meet you, to talk to you but you ignore him. He was just like a lost puppy, following you everywhere. He finally realised that you're his world, the one that made him felt alive everytime he was near you.

He stops from meeting Melissa, because you're his attention now. He even asked Price's help to get rid of Melissa as soon as possible. A few weeks later, you heard from Soap that Melissa was transfered to another task force.

Why did Simon do this?

He will do anything to earn your trust back.

He will sacrifice anything and everything to get you back.

Even it means to kneel and beg infront of you.

'Cause you're everything to him.

Started from Melissa's transfer, he started to make conversation with you again. Even a small chit chat makes him relieve that you're finally started talked him again. He started to give you gifts such as flowers and chocolates with written notes sticked to it saying that he was sorry for everything, hurting your feelings at the first place.

He continuously sent you all those things for 6 months straight. Even during on a mission, he asked Soap to deliver the flowers and chocolates with notes to you. You can help but felt appreciated as finally he loves you back.

But one day, you heard from Soap that he got injured during on a mission and now he's critical at the ward. You immediately ran to his ward and open the door, to find that he was laying on the hospital bed, unconscious.

You approach his bed, staring at his face with a fast-beating heart. You held his warm hand with both of your hands, and you realised that this was your first time touching him.

"You did care about me." You hear him speaking to you with smile on his face. Your face flushed a bit, but then you looked back at his face. He took off his mask. Your eyes scanning his handsome face entirely, mapping every detail and carving it in your head.

"You can look as long as you want, because this face you gonna be staring at starting now," he says with a cheeky smirk on his face. You can't help but flustered, your face turning red as you slapped his shoulder lightly for teasing you.

"I forgive you. And... thanks for... everything." You said as you still holding his hand.

"Thanks, y/n. I appreciate that." He said before leaning towards you and kiss your forehead. You smile back at him before returning his kiss.

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katsudoodles · 9 months

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I love that people on TikTok now make headcanons that portray Ghost in a more realistic way and how all his torture and SA affected him.

We also know that Ghost is most likely absolutely scared of snakes because of his father 🐍

Now imagine this:

You have been on a mission with Ghost in some tropical country where you often stumble upon those creatures. It's hot and humid, you feel like your clothes are drenched with sweat, you assume that Ghost is irritated because of this, he snaps at you more frequent than usual. You grit your teeth and continue the mission, as usual. You have known him long enough to learn that under his rough exterior he cares and sometimes you'd even crack some jokes. However now he seems to be constantly on the edge and you can feel the tension that lingers around him. You wonder why since the mission wasn't particulary hard and you have been on your best behavior. You have no idea so you just sigh and follow him.

You weren't scared of snakes as one of your friends is a serpent lover and has dozen of them. They have really impressive knowledge, as a consequence you have spent many hours listening countless lectures featuring snakes and how to deal with them, thanks to them you knew how to handle aggressive ones too. Twice you helped you friend to catch some runaway snakes.

At some point you had to stop and take a break. You stand between tall trees when sun is burning your skin, you squint your eyes. As Ghost chugs down his water you notice reptile hanging down on the branch, ready to attack him. Your reaction is instant and you catch the offender before it has a chance to sink it's teeth in Simon's neck, holding it by the head as it wraps rest of it's body around your arm. You quickly pull out your knife and plunge it through the beasts skull and throw the lifeless body away with silent motherfucker under your breath. You wipe your hand along with the knife and look at Ghost who stands there bewildered. "You good there, LT?" You ask when he stays silent, for a little too long to your taste, watching you intenly. Your voice brings him back to reality. "Yeah." He grumbles but his eyes go softer when looking at you. "Be careful next time." You smile hearing this and explain to him that you're not scared of snakes thanks to your friend. You both move further through the forest you as you recall how you helped your friend to catch a snake that run from its terrarium. He listens you attentively, every word. You can't see it, because of his balaclava, but he smiles. He thanks heavens for your presence like you were an angel that has been sent for him, you did put him at ease so maybe he will be able to sleep this night in the tent. You notice that he seems more relaxed and stays closer to you when you move further. You smile to yourself as your heart beats a little bit faster in your chest.

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What has this fandom done to me, I haven't written shit since I was 14 😀 and I'm 28 now

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Mornings At Home | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Ghost with

31 “Y'know, I hate being a thousand miles away from you”

73 "Try and stop me from stealing your clothes, I dare you" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Ghost isn't used to being home, but he does have moments where he adores it.

: ̗̀➛ dissociative symptoms, trauma, swearing

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Ghost grumbled as he yawned and turned onto his side, still not quite used to there being a dog at the foot of the bed or another person at his side; for months, he had been away on deployment, for months, he had gotten used to sleeping on dingy cots that were too small for him and harsh cold floors that made him shiver and shake something awful.

He was home now, but that didn't seem to change a damn thing. He still slept mostly on his back with his arms stiff at his sides. He still drank coffee black with no sugar, even though he always used to drink it with milk and two sugars. He still refused blankets at night, no matter how cold it was.

He still woke up sweating, screaming and panting heavily. His hands still shook when he looked at himself in the mirror, and although he rarely told you, he sometimes thought that he was in a film. Watching himself from a distance, He felt like that a lot. He never told anyone but Gaz about it.

Ghost told Gaz everything. Gaz told him everything in return. But he couldn't tell you.

You were… different.

Ghost never wanted you to panic, he never wanted you to become worried and anxious for him; he couldn't stomach the thought of such a thing. There were a lot of things that Ghost never told you, wanting to save you from the fact that he had been to Hell and back and had come out more than burned and charred.

Wanting to save you from himself. But as he turned over now, and he felt you squirm into him, fitting into his embrace as he lazily allowed his arm to flop over you, he couldn't help but to smile a little. There was no doubt in Ghost’s mind that he had already gotten a text from Gaz asking if he wanted to go for a morning run, or maybe one from Price asking if he would be down for going to the pub and playing a game of darts or snooker.

But he couldn't honestly find it in himself to care as he pressed his face to the back of your neck and inhaled the scent of your cologne, your shampoo and body wash, your conditioner; he grumbled softly, a weak protest when he felt you start to stir. Stretching and nearly breaking free from him.

“I need a hoodie…” you murmured. “I've gotta meet Hesh later…”

“Don't steal mine,” Ghost mumbled, pulling you tighter to him.

You laughed, the sound low and breathy as you relaxed, turning over and onto your side so you could get a good look at him. “Try and stop me from stealing your clothes, I dare you.”

He huffed, shaking his head as he moved to lay on top of you, his head on your chest as he grabbed the bedpost. Trapping you. “Consider it down.”

“That's not fair,” you huffed, squirming beneath him as you did your best not to laugh. The dog looked up, his ears perked up as he tilted his head to the side. “You woke the dog up.”

The dog in question was more yours than Ghost’s; a dark blue greyhound, he had golden eyes with one being slightly lighter than the other, and long thick black whiskers on his muzzle.

You had talked Ghost into getting him, insisting on getting a rescue greyhound instead of the retired military working dog that Ghost wanted. He caved after you showed him the skinny, beaten up, shell of a dog.

“You woke the dog up,” Ghost muttered, moving to kiss your neck sweetly. “You were the one squirming.”

You laughed, pushing him off of you and wheezing when the dog, thinking that Ghost wanted to play, pounced on him and started barking.

“Get him, Greywind! Go on!”

Ghost laughed as he gently pushed the dog aside, giving him a good pat on the shoulders to let him know he wasn't in any trouble before he turned to you. “Y'know, I hate being a thousand miles from you… ain't the same when I wake up without you.”

You smiled, daring to lean your head on his shoulder as you put your arm around him, gently running your hand up and down his bicep as you hummed softly. “Why do I always feel like there's something you're not telling me?”

He shrugged, swallowing thickly and frowning. “There's stuff I can't tell you. You know that.”

“I don't mean about work,” you sighed.

“I don't want you to worry,” he told you, shaking his head. “I can't tell you.”

“You promise if you're not alright, you'd tell me?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Ghost lied with a curt nod. “Of course.”

“I'm still stealing your hoodie,” you told him softly. “I'm stealing your camo one, it's warmer.”

He rolled his eyes, but knew that he had lost that war; if there was any fight he was bound to lose, it would be over you asking for something. But then again, it had always been a war that he was happy to lose.

Seeing you smile made him feel less like he was utterly hopeless, and knowing that he was the reason behind it made him feel like he wasn't entirely too far gone.

Any war lost to you was a blessing.

Besides, as much as he didn't particularly like to admit it to anyone else except you and Gaz, there was nothing more that Ghost liked than to see you in his hoodies; knowing that you would smell like him, knowing that you would be infected by it and that everyone would be able to smell it on you.

He liked knowing that.

“Where are you and Hesh off to?” He asked curiously.

“We're gonna go to the museum,” you started, “and then we're gonna grab some food, then do some shopping… you're still welcome to come, y'know.”

“He's your friend,” Ghost hummed. “Not mine… I'm sure me and Greywind will be fine for a couple of hours without you… you deserve to have fun.”

Gently, you missed his cheek. “If you're lucky, I might just buy you a new hoodie.”

Rolling his eyes, Ghost grinned as he laughed.

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reina-writes · 9 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley being your bodyguard would include [part 1]

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!reader

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of arms dealing.

A/N: This is headcanon "Simon Riley being your bodyguard would include", part 1/3: How Simon Riley got recruited to be your bodyguard.

What do you think, should I turn this into full fic?

Captain Price standing by the large map of the world, studying various markers and intel reports. Simon entering the room, his posture disciplined as he salutes the captain.

"Simon, good that you're here. I've got a new assignment for you."

Price telling about the mission briefly: the L/N family is under threat as their only child has become the target of some dangerous individuals. They're already attempted to kidnap you once and it's no doubt they will try again.

It turns out that during one of Task Force 141's previous missions, they had encountered a high-ranking member of the illegal arms trade network that now threatens the L/N family. This mission involved disrupting a major arms deal orchestrated by the network.

In the aftermath of that mission, Task Force 141 obtained valuable intel that revealed the existence of a larger, more dangerous network. However, the intel wasn't complete and they needed more information to fully dismantle the operation.

It's during their ongoing investigation that they discover the connection between the L/N family and the arms trade network.

During that ongoing investigation happened the first attempt of kidnapping.

The first kidnapping attempt further solidified the need for your protection and Task Force 141 realized just how grave the situation had become. The perpetrators were not just ordinary criminals; they were part of a well-connected and dangerous network with access to advanced weaponry and resources.

This is why Price invited Simon into his office.

Simon's eyes narrowing slighty, registering the seriousness of the situation. "What my job would be, sir?"

Captain Price looks at Simon, his expression unwavering. He knows the man and he also knows that Simon Riley is the best man for this mission.

"Your job, Simon, is to be Y/N's shadow. You're their bodyguard. You'll be with them at all times, ensuring their safety and acting as their first line of defense."

Simon's jaw clenching as he takes in the responsibility. He can't shake the image of you being a typical party person, who is born into wealth and privilege, seemingly clueless about the dangers of lurking in the shadows.

"Sir, I understand the importance of this mission. But I'm not a bodyguard, I'm a soldier. I'm trained to fight, not to hold someone's hand. If you want someone to babysit them, you're looking at the wrong guy."

Price raising an eyebrow and being seemingly amused by Simon's resistance.

"You might be a soldier, but you're also one of the best, Simon. I handpicked you for this mission because I trust your instincts, your combat skills, and your ability to adapt to any situation."

Simon sighing as he feels the weight of captain's trust on his shoulders.

"With all due respect, sir, this feels like a waste of my skills. Protecting a pampered heir doesn't exactly scream 'special forces.'"

Captain Price's expression softens slightly, understanding Simon's frustration. "I know it's not your usual mission, but I need you to put aside your preconceptions about Y/N L/N. They are not what they appear to be on the surface."

Simon's curiosity was piqued, but he remains skeptical. "What do you mean, sir?"

Captain Price leaning in, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You'll see."

The smirk on Price's face as Simon blinks in surprise.

Simon knows he doesn't have any options but to give in. It's a sense of duty and responsibility.

"I won't let you down, sir. I'll protect them with everything I've got."

After this Simon joined the rest of the team in the briefing room, where Captain Price goes over the details of the mission, laying out their plan to protect you and gather more intel on the arms trade network.

Simon couldn't help but feel a mix of determination and unease. He knew that this mission was not going to be a walk in the park. Your life depended on their success and he had to set aside his reservations and focus on the task at hand.

The team would work in shifts to ensure round-the-clock surveillance on you, setting up secure communication channels and keeping you safe.

It was clear that this job would require Simon's attention 24/7 and he would be the one responsible of your safety. Where you would go, he'ld go. And for what Simon understood, your social calendar was full of events and parties.

After the briefing Soap gave Simon a knowing look.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little spark to protect, Ghost."

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lisztomaniqcc · 1 year

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Every Now and Then

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note: i was vv bored also tysm for all of the interactions it makes me absolutely overjoyed 🫶‼️

ghost was never one for kisses or hugs

he never liked physical touch and would rather be stabbed than cared for

ghost always thought he'd hate physical touch, he thought that he wasnt deserving of it

until you came in, a rookie with a bright and bubbly personality

whod always crack jokes and tease soap and gaz

but youd always respected his boundaries even despite teasing him

he always denied to himself that he wasnt staring at the way your lips looked so kissable and soft, the way your lip gloss made your lips shimmer so perfectly

the way theyd curve whenever youd give him a toothy grin after teasing him

they way youd worry them in between your teeth whenever youd patch him up

the way they looked wrapped around a belt whenever you were stitching yourself up

it wasnt until you kissed him after a mission

you had almost died, taking bullets and stab wounds to protect the barely conscious man

you were bruised and battered by the time back up and your emerg evac arrived

it wasnt until ghost walked into your hospital room that you wailed and screamed about how much you loved him and just how much he meant to you

it wasnt until he had his hands pressed to the back of your head and neck, his forehead pressing against yours

it wasnt until he finally pressed his chapped and scarred lips against yours did he finally admit to himself he liked physical touch, he liked your touch

he loved everything about you

he loved you

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flower-olive · 8 months

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Simon being the helpful Lt he is 💀👍🏻

Lazy doodle of OC/reader.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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Ex bf!Simon🖤✬

You're still close. Both mature adults, and you know him better than anyone - he can't lose you, can't stand the thought of letting go of the one person who understands him better than anyone.

When he comes back from deployment and you practically beg him to come to this new club in town with you, he almost says no, really really wants to say no, but when you look at him with saucer wide eyes and a little pleading squeeze to his hand, he agrees to pick you up at nine. Tells you to wear something pretty. He knows you always look pretty, really, but he can't help but miss being able to show you off.

When he picks you up on his black YZF R1, sees you standing there on the sidewalk, he has to adjust his seat on the bike with how embarrassingly hard he gets at just the sight of you all dressed up for him.

"I thought you'd bring the truck." You whine as he hands you his 'spare' helmet that he actually just bought with you in mind. Simon gives you an affectionate little pat on the thigh when you slide on the bike behind him, unable to stop your dress from rucking practically to your hips, the thin lace of your panties inadvertently brushing against his lower back, the worn leather of his belt inconveniently pressing into your clit and you try to think of anything but how wet it's making you. "Traffic's bad tonight, can get there faster on this." He explains, muffled by his helmet.

He keeps a hand on your thigh the whole way there, just like he did when you were together, claimed that it reassured him you were still there, still safe.

Walking into the club is an assault on your senses, and you involuntarily curl into his side as he guides you to the bar, a hand snaking around your waist to settle protectively on your hip, thumb caressing the slightly raised line of your underwear without realising how much it riles you up.

Simon easily manoeuvres you over to the bar, one hand on you at all times, keeping you with him, keeping you safe. He calls his drink order to the bartender over the heavy thump of the music before giving your side a little pinch to pull your attention back to him' "Did you say something?" You hum as you're pulled from your daze. "What d'ya want to drink, baby?" The sound of the music obscures the old pet name that comes out in moments like this where the line in the sand between you is blurred by loud music and the comfort of his hands on your body. "Moscow Mule."

He keeps you tightly to his side as much as possible, occasionally grabbing you by the pressure point in the back of your neck when you get distracted and wander off.

Simon lets you have your fun - until some sleazy bloke who looks like trouble has his hands on your hips, grinding your ass into his pelvis with a smug grin, thinking he's got you hooked. "Hands off, mate." Simon grunts into his ear, a hand snaking around your front, settling on your navel as he pulls your back to his front, and when you turn to look indignantly up at him, he leans his head down to speak directly in your ear. "He was minging, baby." And goes on to soothe you like a petulant child when you go to complain about being able to make decisions for yourself. "Didn't see 'im lookin' at you the way I did, yeah? Just trying to protect my girl."

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meant for this to be a drabble but I'm alr thinking about NSFW pt2. Feeling slutty!!!

💕🎀

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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I just got this idea and I trust your writing the most, I was wondering if you could write ,unless you already wrote this, where the reader steals König or ghost masks or anyone else and their reaction (nsfw or sfw is fine), thank you have a great day :))

König & Ghost's Reaction to their S/O Stealing their Mask

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Dominant Ghost, Dominant König, Territorial Military Men <3, Minor Spoilers of Ghost's Past, Mention of a Size Kink, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You.

König

Since he's absolutely massive, the ends of his sniper veil literally reach the bottom of your ribcage.

So when König sees you wear it for the first time, he's absolutely F L O O R E D

We don't call him Size Kink König for no reason.

Goes absolutely feral when he sees you draped in his veil.

Can barely keep his hands off you.

"Maus," he husks, fingers twitching as he reaches for you slowly, cautiously, offering you the chance to go with him willingly.

"You don't know what you're doing to me."

Even without the veil, his eyes are dark, a blackness settling over them that, somewhere in your mind, your intuition, has you seeing red.

Regardless of how innocent your intent when acquiring the mask, none of that matters now.

All that does is the growing bulge in König's pants, the shortness of his breath, and his shadow settling over you as he advances on your path.

"You'll be needing that mask more than I will after I'm done with you."

And when you dare to ask "Why ?" now entrapped – eclipsed – by his frame, he just smiles, thin and sharp. Cruel.

He takes you in his arms, pulling you to him, your face almost crushed into his chest.

He laughs. A low rumble – the promise of a natural disaster.

His nose is to yours covered by the veil, a condescending gesture of his prowess and your submission. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Because everyone will get a free show to the fallout of an evening you’ve roped yourself into."

As if to prove his point, his hands are at your wrists before you even notice the pressure he's applying there, binding you, pulling you ever closer to him. And in that second, you know you're not leaving your little stunt – the night – unscathed.

Ghost

Hoo boy.

Okay, it's no secret to anyone who knows Ghost – really knows him – that he's suffered a lot of hardship throughout his life, hencewhy he is the way he is.

Which others may construe as cold, heartless – even soulless.

But that's only because Simon has lost so much.

So when he comes home to find you in one of his masks, smiling up at him (he can tell by the way your eyes crinkle), he's immediately whipped.

And I mean W H I P P E D.

To see the one person he can truly call his own wearing his gear is something he didn't know he needed until now.

Sure, he's seen you in his shirts, but this felt different. More intimate.

Your face was where his usually was, his spectral imprint practically morphed with the contours of your face.

Though it needn't be mentioned, he has a hard time... containing himself.

"Fuuuck me, Darlin'," he rasps, on you like a sickness as he sits on top of you, pinning you to the sofa by your waist.

"Y'look better in that than I do."

And you smile. Something intentional hidden within.

"Hmm... I doubt that." You can feel Simon's body heat rocketing beneath his clothes.

"You know I can't resist you when you wear it."

And that's all it takes to send him over the edge.

You hear his breath shake as he rolls into you ever so slightly, still restraining his whole weight to keep you intact. Something began to prod your abdomen.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he tells you. There is not a single hint of fallacy to his claim or his expression – one of barely stoic restraint.

"You won't be able to do much of anything by the time I'm through with you."

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delulupost · 2 months

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Silent Rejection

Ghost x Reader

Angst, unrequited love

Part 1

Part 2

You pushed the door and took a look around the pub. Some of them chatting while others were just enjoyed drinking. You took a seat at the corner of the pub and ordered the most strongest drink in there to the bartender. You're not a big fan of alcohol, but right now you need a distraction from the sorrows you went through right now.

Not long ago, just a few days ago, you went crazy and confessed to Ghost, your own lieutenant. Your heart beat like you just went through a storm in the middle of the sea. He heard your confession, but didn't give his answer to you and walked away like nothing happen. That made your heart crushed a bit but when you looked to the counter, your heart immediately shattered into a million pieces.

Your lieutenant was talking with the new recruit, Melissa was her name. Even though she was just a recruit, she was talented not like the others. You even honest to yourself that she was more talented and beautiful than you. Everyone in the task force admired her like a goddess came from heaven. And right now, she was talking with Ghost. And he was laughing with her.

Laughing. No one ever made that man laughed for years. He was built like a robot, show no emotions to anyone but her. This was the first time that he showed any emotions for the past few years. He stared at her with light in his eyes, and you knew what it meant. He got feelings towards her. She stole his heart. And this made your heart shattered into a million pieces, because it was not you whose stole Simon's heart, but Melissa.

You just continue to stare at them, your heart aching by how Simon looks at Melissa. You knew he never looked at you like he looked at her. Even you finished the whole bottle of whiskey, you can't help but still drowning in your sorrows, deeper and deeper you went.

Only God knows for how long you keep your feelings towards Simon but he didn't replied back his answer, but you didn't need the answer from him. The answer was infront of you the whole time. He fell inlove with another woman, and he treated you like other comrades.

You were drowned in your sorrows for too long until you didn't even realised that a tear fell down to your cheek. One, two... and it continues. Tears after tears falling down to your cheeks like a waterfall. You tried to stop it but unsuccessful. Luckily you were sitting in the corner of the pub so no one really sees you crying. Except for one person.

The person you have feelings towards with. The person that didn't give his answer to your confession. The person that sees you no more than just a comrade.

Your lieutenant.

Your crush.

Your friend.

Ghost.

Simon.

You looked up, making eye contact with him. For the first time, he looked concerned about you. Trying to find the reason why you were crying silently at the corner in the pub. You looked at Melissa, chilling in her chair, drinking while waiting for Ghost. Simon looks at her before his gaze went back to you. Then, he realised the reason why you were crying. He tried to say something, but no words coming out from his mouth. You push yourself from your seat and walk out from the pub. Simon immediately walk back to the counter to pay and made excuse to Melissa before chasing after you.

You walked as fast as you can while tears slipping to your cheeks. Simon immediately chasing after you until he walked besides you. "Stop y/n, we need to talk", he said, his voice are softer than usual. Like he knows that if he speaks in his normal tone, he will gonna hurt you more.

Instead of hearing him, you ignore him and continue to walk. Even walking besides him makes your heart hurts like hell. He tooks a deep breath then walked infront of you, blocking your way.

You stopped infront of him, and you looked up to look his face. You can see that his gaze softens towards you, pain can be clearly seen in his eyes. He was hurt because he knew that he hurted you with his silent treatment, for not giving his answers back to you. He raised his hand to touch your shoulder, to comfort you, but he pulls back. He was afraid if he gonna hurt you more.

"What do you want?" You voice came out hoarse than usual because of crying. You then heard him muttered "Fuck" under his breath because of how close both of you.

"I... I 'm sorry because I didn't talked to you for the past few days. I just want to give myself some time." His voice felt like a breeze to your ear, soothing and calming your heart but it hurts you.

"I..." he stopped, thinking about what he should say next so he don't heart your feelings further.

"I'm-" "Stop." You cut his speak. With a shaky voice, you continue your words. "I don't need your answer, Ghost. I figured it out."

"No, it doesn't look like that, okay?" He said.

"Don't lie to me and to yourself, Ghost. We both knew you like Melissa. I knew from how your interactions with her, I knew you like her, and she likes you". Your voice shaky because of the tears you were trying to held. He didn't speak another word to deny or to agree with your statement.

"I figured out my place for you. I was just nothing but a comrades to you, and I respect that. So from now on I will stay away from you so I will not ruin your relationship with Melissa," you said with pain in your voice and walk passed him. He just stood there, continue to watched you walked away from you with guilt crushing him like a boulder.

He knew how long you been have feelings towards him but he didn't know how to respond. Because he didn't want to crush your hopes and heart but at the same time he didn't have feelings towards you. He knew how messed up the whole situation because of him.

He will find a way to earn your forgiveness.

He will fix your broken heart.

He will do anything to fix this.

Author's note: I'm sooo sorry for not posting for so long since i dont have any ideas, school, etc. Luckily today I have some ideas to write about so hope yall enjoy. Sorry again.

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lightwing-s · 3 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

It was like the entire room shook with every step he took, his combat boots sending tremors through the floor. A proper man-made earthquake. With his stature, he towered over everybody. His presence was intense, and you could feel him coming even before hearing or seeing him, your head snapping to the entrance of the room to watch the scene attentively.

Wearing his skull balaclava, the Lieutenant returned from his practice alongside Sargeant MacTavish. You watched his chest shaking as he walked, the muscle jumping up and down like a juicy pornstar’s boobs would do, highlighted by the compression shirt he wore sticking to his skin. His sweat left it soaked, making the fabric slightly see through and his nipples easily visible.

Swallowing deep, you felt your mouth go dry as his intoxicating smell of sweat, smoke and gunpowder filled the air. You were certain you must have looked dumb in front of all the other soldiers, eyeing your Lieutenant up and down. A tingling sensation growing on your cunt as he side-eyed you when he passed your smaller frame.

Fuck me, you wished, watching on as he started to disappear into another room. You were a sinner, of that you were sure, because nothing else could justify such a harsh punishment. Seeing Lt. Ghost Riley in person every single fucking day and all you could ever do was stare. You felt like Dionysius without his wine, or Snoop without his weed. Deprived, dismantled, deranged.

And he wore spandex today. Fucking spandex. Molding his ass and his muscular thighs perfectly, not to mention how much it emphasized the bulge on his groin, as if he knew very well the effect his choice of clothing had on you.

Fuck you, Simon. Fuck you. Fuck me.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and returned, or attempted to at least, to your exercise. Every movement filled with days of build up frustration. Your arousal, hopefully not evident through your leggings, made its way to your nose, and you rolled your eyes out, exasperated to leave the training room.

Turning a corner, deep into whatever side of the base you stood, you found a darkened alley leading to a dead end. It was quiet, far for anyone. Resting against the wall, you let your mind wonder, thoughts of your Lieutenant crowding your head.

Your breathing was uneven, rushed, but your walk over there wasn’t what caused it. Your core ached, burned, begged for attention. Peeking briefly at your sides, you did something unthinkable, something your shame shouldn’t have allowed you to do. Putting a hand inside your leggings, you touched your aching clit, circular movements dragging soft moans out of your pursed lips.

Enjoying the sensation, the quick relief brought to you by your own fingers, you increased their speed, wanting to reach that so desirable end, the increased sensation making it harder to hold your moans down as you desperately bit your lips to stop them from coming out.

Your mind darkened as the pleasure spread to different parts of your body, almost making you melt down the wall you were laid on. In your mind, the picture of your Lieutenant and what he could’ve been doing to you instead, crowded your mind.

You pictured his hands all over your body, leaving purple bruises on your skin. His face buried deep into your cunt, licking your sweetness off of you. You picture his hoarse voice calling your name, but did not picture it dragging you out of your daydreams. Nor did you imagine the door closing right in front of you, revealing to you your own dreams in flesh and bone.

“Yn,” he called and you swiftly removed your hands from your pants, shame burning red up your neck. “I hope you’re aware this is a very unacceptable behavior.”

The raspiness of his voice would have sent you on overdrive, but now it frightened you to no end. Taking slow but steady steps in your direction, Ghost had his eyes locked on you, drowsy and darkened, as yours, instead, filled with tears. Fear of what was about to come next filling you up. “Especially when your Lieutenant is right here.”

Staring down at you, he tugged at the hem of your legging, pulling it away from your skin and peeking into it, spotting the red underwear you were now thankful for selecting. He slid a hand you didn’t notice was ungloved down your pants, inside your panties, feeling his way down through your trimmed hairs and soaked folds. When he reached the spot your own hands had just been playing at, his cold fingers caused you to jolt, unused to the strange sensation.

“These naughty new recruits, always causing me some trouble,” he stated, sight still locked into your eyes.

Starting to move, his movements were much rasher than yours, rubbing at your clit ferociously from the start, dragging out moans muffled by your pursed lips out of you. Not long later, just as your vision was starting to spot, you felt him park his hand at your entrance. You had to hold his arm for support once you felt him entering your pussy, his palm fractioning against your already sensitive clit as he pushed his fingers in and out of your leaking core.

With speed, you let out moan after moan. Your legs started to tremble, as you felt your release knocking, begging to come out, and you barely held yourself up before his low raspy voice guided your eyes up to his. “With only one finger?” he stared you down, voice too close mocking for your liking.

“That was only one finger?” you cried out, a bit louder than you’d expected.

“Now it’s two.”

He resumed his movements, the new girth tearing you apart, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you wetter by the second. Noticing your weakling legs, with his free hand he pinched your ass, sliding his hand to just below it to pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

The wet noises his fingers were making echoed through the empty corridors, and you prayed no one else was hidden somewhere, watching you reduced to a fucked up mess on your superior’s fingers. With his finger thrusts, he stared down at you, golden lashes a majestic sight, as if you were a mere toy in his hands. A puppet he could play around with all night long.

His eyes bore deep into yours, making you feel small, diminished. Since your mouth hung open, silent moans escaping from it almost rhythmically, he held your throat and, playing first with your bottom lip, forced his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked on it like a hungry baby, and you swore you heard a chuckle come out of him.

Soon, you could feel your orgasm coming through. Your wall sucked his fingers in, needing to be filled with so much more. Your high grew, your legs suddenly light like a feather, your vision spotted, almost blacking out, and your mind blank of any proper or coherent thought. Just as you were about to come, a loud moan left your mouth, instantly to be covered by the Lieutenants free hand, making your skin burn from the accidental slapping, but only adding to your aroused sensation.

Ghost shook his head at you, removing his fingers from inside you just as quickly as the moan came out. He left you empty, hollow, as he still looked at you with a disappointed shadow in his brown eyes.

“Pathetic behavior,” he whispered, stepping away from you. Your legs dropped to the ground, and you had to hold yourself up so as not to fall to the floor. Turning on his heels, ass shaking deliciously as he walked away, he didn’t even care to look back at you as he gave you one last warning. “Present yourself to my office, Yn. We have to think of what punishment I’ll be giving you.”

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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A Man After My Heart | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ 37 “I have a bad reputation.” “I don’t give a shit” with ghost please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Ghost takes a liking to another soldier, and although he's apprehensive, he doesn't realise that his attention is far from unrequited.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, symptoms of mental illness

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

When Ghost first met you, he was immediately enamoured; loud mouthed, opinionated, no stranger to getting into fights and deeming it friendly fire. He was starstruck, in all honesty.

He started eating his dinner outside when he was on base, hoping to get a glimpse of you; you would always wave at him and nod curtly before sticking your arm up and offering him a thumbs up. It always made his heart pound in his chest.

So of course he did his best to impress you; sparring with new recruits alongside Gaz and hoping that you would walk by. Whenever you complimented his form, it would knock the wind right out of him, and he would stare at you, grinning like an idiot.

Naturally, his teammates - Gaz, Price and Farah - noticed, as none of them had ever seen Ghost have a soft spot before… well, Price did, but he supposed that Man City didn’t exactly count - plus they were shit, if Price was to be asked.

It was one of your teammates who approached Ghost, decked out in thick black spandex, leather and Kevlar from head to toe, only their dark brown eyes visible as they handed him a note; they didn’t say anything, just handed it to him and then moved on.

He glanced at it, and upon seeing your name at the bottom, bit at the inside of his lip as he smiled to himself; you had asked to meet him over by the smoking area. Of course he went, stealing two of Price’s cigarettes and hoping that the Captain wouldn’t notice - it was only fair play, after all.

Especially since Everton had recently won against Man City.

There was a slight giddiness in Ghost’s steps as he made his way to the smoking area, pulling out one of the cigarettes and lighting it; he almost dropped it when he saw you, decked out in your uniform.

A pair of freshly ironed and perfectly kept crimson trousers, yellow crossed Kukris on red backgrounds on each of your sleeves, a brown beret, khaki shirt and tie covered slightly by a black jacket.

You were quick to light a cigarette, leaning against the fence and glaring up at him.

“Seen you looking, Simon,” you huffed. “How you doing?”

You knew his name. Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” he breathed out, sitting down on the harsh concrete beside you and doing his best not to lean into your leg. “You know my name?”

“I talked to your Captain,” you explained, “he says you fancy me.”

Ghost swallowed thickly as he turned his gaze to the ground quickly. “Well…”

“I’m not gonna bite,” you chuckled, shaking your head and gently nudging him. “Well, if you ask - I might consider it.”

He smiled, laughing a little as he chewed at the inside of his lip, taking a quick drag from his cigarette. “Will you, now?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And who says I’ll ask?” He mused, moving to sit in front of you and raising his brow.

You grinned as you raised your brows at him, grinning like the dog that got the bone. “Who says you won’t?”

“Fair point,” Ghost agreed with a curt nod. “But don’t you reckon I might bite?”

“You?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can bite me all you want.”

His jaw fell slightly slack, a little stunned as he hummed and cleared his throat; no one had ever been so forward with him before, and he was… a lot more than taken by surprise, in all honesty.

His throat felt dry, and although Ghost was known to have a sharp tongue amongst his teammates, he felt as if he had fallen on his face as he did his best to come up with a response.

“I can?”

“Oh, yeah,” you beamed, more than aware of the effect that you had on him. “I’m not sure if you know, Simon, but I have a bad reputation.”

“I don’t give a shit,” he admitted, almost under his breath. “Don’t you know I have one of my own?”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, licking your lips as you tilted your head to the side slightly. “Oh, I’ve done my research… but I don’t care about that. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“You have?”

You nodded, finishing your cigarette and helping him stand up. “You’re not exactly subtle, y’know. I’ve seen a bull in a china shop with more subtlety.”

By now, Ghost’s face was burning bright pink as he grumbled; he had hoped that you wouldn’t have noticed his little crush, knowing that you were unattainable, but… but you would probably be the only person in the world to understand it.

To understand him.

The nightmares, the paranoia, the craving and the need to be on the battlefield; knowing nothing other than constant violence, than a war that would never end. You would be the only person in the world who could look him in the eyes and say you understood and actually mean it.

Nurses, civilians, medics, they would never understand what it would be like to have so much blood on their hands that their fingers stuck together and reeked of copper. He met your gaze, swallowing thickly, nearly gulping audibly.

“You understand, right?” He whispered.

You nodded, putting your hand on his shoulder. “More than most, yeah… you ever see things that ain’t there?”

He nodded.

“Hear things?”

Another nod.

“You ever get convinced that you’re gonna be taken away by cunts in big white coats?” You asked softly. “Every van that pulls up… every car door closing…”

A third nod.

“Then we’re understood,” you told him. “They tell you it’s normal, right? Tell you that it just comes with the job?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “One and a half pills a day, they say.”

“But it’s not enough,” you mused. “Is it?”

“Never will be,” Ghost admitted. “Say… there’s a match on later - Man City against Arsenal - fancy going to the pub to watch?”

You nodded, shaking his hand. “It’s a date, Simon.”

He grinned, nodding back. “I’ll pick you up when it’s time?”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. “Spoons, or local?”

He took a moment to think about it. “Spoons?”

“Atta boy,” you chuckled. “Man after my own heart.”

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trtlebuns · 10 months

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Ghost realizing you’re a wild sleeper

Synopsis: Ghost and yours first night together and you’re worried that you might do something weird while you sleep…

Sfw 😝

Uh…I was going to do a bunch of other cod men but I got lazy :)

First fic on tumblr, whoop whoop

Simon Riley <Ghost>

The first night of sleeping together with ghost as a newly established couple was nerve wracking not because you’re scared of sleeping with this fine piece of ass, no no no it’s because your friends have mentioned that you’re a “wild sleeper” whatever that means, right?

“You alright” Simon breaks you out of your deep thoughts of you socking him in the mouth as you’re dead asleep

“Hm? Oh! No, I’m just a bit nervous because what if I say something weird in my sleep?” You shyly respond, knowing really that you’re either 1) scared you’re going to WWE fight this man in sleep or 2) fart….let’s go with the latter.

Simon chuckles and responds as you both get comfortable in bed “I’ll let you know, because I’m quite the light sleeper in case something happens through the night”

Shit

was your true response but you quickly respond with an “oh, that’s a bummer, I got some melatonin if you need it.” You turn away to pretend look for some melatonin as your thoughts race:

This man is a LIGHT SLEEPER?! Oh Jesus please watch over me and not let me knock this man unconscious so he can really experience a deep sleep

“It’s no problem at all, in fact I like that fact that I’m a light sleeper, so please don’t put yourself in a hassle and get some sleep” Simon said

Hehe get it??

“Oh alright, justsoyouknowimawildsleeper” you quickly said as you laid down and quickly shut your eyes fake snoring

4am

Simon Riley POV

It’s been 3 hours since the torture has begun.

Y/n was moving around at 1am, slob coving their pillow and mouth and hair a mess, deep sleeper, kinda jealous but nevertheless I left it alone

Normal sleep movements

I felt a hand movement but it quickly connected with my face, I jolted up thinking it was an intruder but it was just y/n and I on the bed.

I look to my right and see y/n’s hand on my cheek and they smacked their lips and turned their head, still fully asleep

I gently move their hand back to a relaxing position and laid back down

Not even an hour passes by and I have y/ns HANDS AND FEET on me trying to push me out of the bed?????

Moving on to them laying on top of me in full starfish mode???

Next to y/n hogging the covers and moving me to the edge of the bed and spiraling out on 3/4 of the bed

“Okay” I say as I push y/n into the middle of the bed and put both of us in the spoon position

Me being the big spoon ofc (😝)

Damn near putting them in a soft headlock, as 30 minutes pass, I slowly sleep into slumber realizing that y/n hasn’t moved but is still snoring softly

TIME SKIP!

Y/n comes down the steps into the kitchen where ghost is there making breakfast

“Yooo, that was the best sleep I’ve ever had my goodness” y/n stated while yawning and searching their head

Simon turned his head looking at y/n get something out of the fridge

“I’m glad” he said while thinking this is something he could get used to.

#cod #simon riley imagine #ghost mw2 #sfw little post #yn #fluff #simon riley #ghost cod #first draft #ghost posts #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #comedy #idk lmao #so uhhh

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