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grlpartdoll · 4 months

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Little drabble for Ghostie Ghost... Being in an on and off relationship / toxic friends w benefits with him, and well. Yah! 18+ dis shit is FILTHY. Afab coded reader, and uuhm.

Thinking about having a toxic on and off relationship with Ghost. He's just so possessive but also so aloof and cocky about knowing you'll always come back to him. But he likes that he can keep you at an arm's length, too, because he's so afraid of breaking you. Of hurting you. Of leaving and never coming back home to you and that somehow destroying you. You're his sweet girl, and he can't imagine causing you harm.

It's been two months since you've broken up, a record for the both of you, when he catches you crying about your latest conquest and how he couldn't even make you cum and you had to pretend, whining and huffing to Soap about how tired you are of men talking a big game and never being able to compare when it comes time to actually do good on their words.

He walks in without any shame, and as soon as you see him, you rub your face free of tears and try to escape him, but he's following you down the hall towards your room.

You whine when he catches you halfway and tugs you back into him.

You're a bit fussy at first, and you kind of want to run from him, but it's nothing a little coaxing can't fix. You need him — and he knows it very well, the bastard.

And when he's got you under him finally, he's whispering the filthiest things, claiming you, asking you to tell him he's the only one who can actually make you cream on his cock.

You're stubborn and refuse to speak up, and he has to grab you by the jaw and shake you dumb a little to get you to babble for him.

"Y'mine, yeah? My own little fucktoy—" he grunts, slamming into you with a pace that seems almost impossible for other men to replicate. "My pretty little thing, you're mine, mmh?"

"Si—si, yes, m'yours," you have tears in your eyes, and as if on cue, you clench around him, your tight little cunt fluttering around his abnormally huge member.

He knows you like the back of his hand, and immediately starts to rut into you, hitting that sweet spot that always, always, makes you keen and come undone.

As the tale goes, you do, and it's the best damned thing in the whole world. It feels like coming home after being away for too long.

You suck him in so tightly that he has no choice but to let you milk him of his cum — a load that seems unending, as he cranes his head back and lets out a billowing of curses.

"Ghost—" you breathe, and receive a glare in response, his eyes murderous even through his lashes.

"D'i fuck you dumb already, sweet girl?" He growls. "It's Simon to you, y'know tha'."

"Mm... what about the condom? We forgot.." you blabber for a little, abashed and suddenly timid knowing you'd fallen in his arms again when you'd sworn him off just two months ago.

He shushes you softly, raking his fingers through your hair. "You don't like condoms, rem'ber?" He breathes in sections— the action cut with every small thrust he makes to ride his orgasm out, and fuck his cum far and deep into you. "I'm the only one who gets to cum in this cunt, yeah, lovie?"

"Yeah.." you mutter, dazed. You feel so good you don't care what he's saying even if normally it would make you frown. "He didn't wanna— didn't wanna use a condom."

He growls, half-heartedly letting you speak of your latest conquest even if just the thought of you having another man on your mind while his cock is still rock hard inside of you makes him want to put a bullet through that other guy's head.

"But m'.. m made him!" You jostle a little, eyes widening a little as if you're just realizing what you're saying. He chuckles a little, and kisses a line down your temple to your cheek.

"Yeah? M'the only one who can fuck you raw, aren't I? The only one who gets to breed you full of my kids?"

You want to stop and think about it — life with kids and Simon, but his cock is still moving, and you're getting high on it again.

"Mphm, Si.." you whine, clapsing his shoulders and trying to push yourself away from all the pleasure and overstimulation.

"Don' be a crybaby, now," he huffs, grabbing you at the waist and slamming you back down onto him. "C'mon, kid. You can take me. Y'the only one who can."

His moves grow sharper again, harsher. You cry against him, feeling so, so, so good. This is good. You and Simon. For a second, you forget why you insist on leaving him.

"Even my fucking hand doesn't do it anymore for me," he growls, his words a mix of anger and confusion. "Youre so good — fuck — y'cant leave me. Ever. Understood?"

You whine that, yes, yes, Si, you'll never leave him again.

But as another high hits you, and another, and another. The night eventually comes to an end, and you wake up with your bed empty, and your heart even emptier.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #toxic!ghost x reader #toxic!ghost #fwb!ghost #ghost x afab!reader

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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hey girlie,

you're literally the best thing that happened to this fandom, ilysm, never stop writing, mwah

i had a headcanon idea/au idea from the op poster of fwb!ghost

so this is in the timeline of where you and simon have had this arrangement for a while and he's already fully aware he is down bad for you. i'm talking you're his everything, he won't love again, if not you then no one type of endgame. this means he is not seeing anyone else, everyone is turned down. you, unknowingly feel the same way but you're dealing with the exact opposite way. you're dating around, trying to find anyone who could mimic if not a sliver of what you're feeling for simon. you land on dating this dude who is... mediocre at best.

you break things off with simon, both of you leaving heartbroken but simon still remains your friend.

he's nice, but he isn't simon. he's good, but he isn't simon. you get him to meet the 141 who are possibly more surprised that you're dating anyone than you were. (what you don't know is that everyone knew you and simon were a 'thing' they were just waiting for the two of you to get your head out of your ass. price was the only one who knew because, for the first time, simon came heartbroken, searching for comfort from the only person he could think of. it was a rough night)

"this is james," you introduce him awkwardly and it doesn't get better from there. james isn't rude but he tries to match up to the guys which doesn't work. he brushes you off and simon keeps glaring at him like james was the sole reason for this evening being a shitshow (he is correct)

on your way to your apartment, james is standoffish and rude. he keeps mentioning the fact that you work with only guys, that he shouldn't allow that as a boyfriend, blahblah whatever. it turns into an argument and it doesn't get better.

to establish his masculinity (his words) he becomes rude and even misogynistic at times. he picks at your outfits, your cooking, baking, you name it he was an asshole about it. you complain to the guys and each time are met with a stern "leave him". which yes you should, but who would be left?

simon hates james with a burning passion. it wasn't even so much so that you were dating someone else, it was the fact that james treated you like trash when you were meant to be treated like gold, the finest treasures in the whole world. he scowled whenever he was mentioned and you two would often argue about your relationship. it goes as far as the two of you not talking to each other for over two weeks.

it isn't until you find out james is cheating that you break things off with him. he was going behind your back with multiple women and his flimsy excuse was that "you didn't have time for him and you cheated with the 141 anyway". you cried and threw him out, breaking up with him then and there. it was messy and bad, and you have never felt more awful. you and simon weren't even on speaking terms and yet you needed him.

you called him sobbing and you've never seen him come as fast as he did. you're pretty sure he broke speeding limits to get to you. you cried into his arms, telling him the whole story finishing it with the fact that you were never good enough. simon tries to tell you otherwise but through some miscommunication, you're arguing again and you're telling him you're unlovable until simon just shouts

"for fucks sake i love you, you idiot!"

silence. just pure silence until you throw yourself on him, kissing him deeply.

anyway, thank you for reading, hope it wasn't all that long, i just love ghost and angst a lot <3

🤍🩶🤍 *mwah smooch smooch* back to you. tysm for the love and support. that made my day, even though seeing “hey girlie” made me nervous at first LOL 🤍🩶🤍

we have a new character to the fwb!ghost timeline, and i hate him (in a good way). is it bad that i want ghost to beat him to a pulp in a back alley? just me? is this thing on?

you’re in simon’s bed that night, peacefully sleeping. all while he’s driving home with bruised knuckles. he gets home and climbs into bed with you, and you unintentionally wake up…

steamy things happen… and you notice his knuckles in the heat of the moment, but are quickly distracted by simon’s overwhelming intimacy; before you can connect the dots. he always has new bruises, new injuries — it comes with the job.

it’s sick of you to be even more aroused, watching those large, bruised hands squeezing and claiming your flesh.

and deep down, a part of you knows…

#fwb!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #rachel speaks #not writing

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oceantornadoo · 3 months

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toxic but in love fwb!simon with some hurt/comfort

“i know your gala is important, si, but can’t you come? just this once i just want-“ you were wringing your hands, twisting them into unfamiliar shapes as you argued with simon, your situationship. you two were always like this, pushing and pulling at the boundaries of your relationship. moon and tide, destined to move each other but never close enough. “we’re not dating an’ i have a work thing. can’t come.” he shrugged nonchalantly, turning his head so he couldn’t see the pleading look on your face. instead, he pushed himself off your couch and reached for his jacket by the door. the silence in the air turned sour, some dark ugly thing created by him. his heart was a dead thing inside his chest, unable to muster a beat or two for you. he wanted to. a want so deep it ran in his blood, turning him cold. “fine. see you in six months or whatever.” your voice was stony, bitter. you reached for the tv remote and unpaused the show you two were watching, trying not to care about the sounds of him lacing his boots and grabbing his keys. you were done, done with this tug of war. you felt his stare drill through the side of your head as he put on his mask, the final bit to his ensemble. he might think that’s what got him named ghost, but it was really this, this act of playing human when he just didn’t care. he was a poltergeist in your life, knocking things out of order but refusing to show when it mattered. you were done.

one night later and here you were at your first art show, the debut of your career. dressed in your fanciest attire, second glass of champagne in your hand as you tried to network your way through the room. your feet ached from your shoes and there was an itch in your back you couldn’t quite reach, but you put on your best smile as another potential buyer went on and on about their summer in the hamptons. simon wasn’t here but it was fine. the tears you had been swallowing back for the past thirty minutes were just tears of joy at your accomplishments, nothing more. you thanked the buyer and turned the corner, finishing off your glass as you took a much needed break. suddenly a hush went over the crowd, a slight silence broken by a small quip. the room went back to normal but you went to check it out anyways, hoping it wasn’t someone making a bad comment about your work.

you arrived at the entrance and almost passed out at the sight before you. four men-no, machines, dressed in full military regalia stood in front of you. soap and gaz were already working the crowd while price was entertaining one of your donors, but your eyes were focused on ghost. ghost, who traded his balaclava for a more crowd-friendly medical mask, stood in front of you with a bouquet of carnations and a bottle of wine. you approached him slowly like you would a skittish animal, taking patient, methodical steps. “read carnations are for celebrations.” he said, almost sheepishly, as he mechanically thrust the bouquet towards you. you took it out of instinct, eyes still focused on his. “you came?” you said unbelievingly. simon was here, simon brought his friends, simon brought you gifts? he had to have been drugged or something. there was no way. “you called.” he answered, breaking out of his awkwardness. “‘m sorry for yesterday. knew i was coming, jus’ gave you a hard time. had to celebrate my girl’s first show.” your mouth dropped at that. my girl. “but…but we’re not dating?” you took a step forward, the rest of the room falling away as his gloved hand touched your cheek, brushing back the wrinkles on your forehead. “d’ya want to, lovie? was at this gala all night, thinkin’ bout how fun it would’ve been to have you there with me. makin’ fun of all those puffed up generals.” you let out a small chuckle and his back straightened, encouraged by the sound of your laughter. he loved the sounds of your laughter, your drunk giggles and your loud snorts. most especially he loved the sharp barks of surprise you made, the ones you gave when something or someone made you happy without expecting it. like now. “yes. if you’re sure.” the foggy emotions in your head were finally clearing, letting in the sun. his warm eyes caressed your face, pride evident in his face. “‘m sure.” he sealed it with a kiss to your forehead, not wanting to be unprofessional at your work event. simon felt something in his chest. maybe a heartbeat. maybe he had one after all.

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thought of the “you came? you called” tiktok audio with this one. currently on my period so y’all will only be getting emotional stuff for the next couple of days 🫶

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #fluff #ghost call of duty #fwb simon #tornadothoughts #cod 141 #toxic simon riley

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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✨Toni~✨

I come with an idea. I need more FWB! Simon. I need angst, I need to suffer from this man, I know he would do us so dirty.

Like imagine since the both of him and reader are non exclusive, but reader gets knocked up. She's panicking because she's on birth control, trying to figure out who she slept with last and it's HIM-

And maybe, just maybe the last time they slept together, they had a fight. Because this Mansss decided to leave us after an argument, because he had another 'appointment'.

So yeah know, now we got to tell this dick we're knocked up. And I don't know you can go from there, if you don't like this idea, delete it ignore it.🫠

BUT ANGST.

Thank you for your time, I love you Toni you rock like always! 💓

oh, so dirty.

esp if i use the fwb simon from the (platonic) cbf johnny au i got.

Johnny held your hand as you waited the 5 minutes for the results of the pregnancy test.

"What am I gonna do if it's positive, Johnny? I can't...I'm not ready to be a mum!" you sniffled and took in a shuddered breath. "What are the chances that I'm the 1%?"

His expression was solemn, thin lips set in a firm line. "Ye finally gonna tell me tha' the father is Simon or do ye wish to continue playin' yer little game?" Johnny rasped.

You rest your head on his shoulder and tiredly close your eyes.

"Was hoping I'd never have to tell you. It was supposed to be just a quick knocking of boots and then we both went my merry, his miserable, ways. But as per usual, I'm just dogged by misfortune."

The wait for the timer to ring had your heart slamming against your ribcage. The prospect of birthing a child you never even thought about having had bile rising up to your throat, leaving an acrid taste on your tongue.

You start at the piercing ring of the timer but don't move to get up.

Johnny, forever your hero, is the one who bites the bullet for you.

He gently flips over the stick, stares at it for a second, then drags a hand down his face. He also doesn't look at you as he utters, "So are ye gonna tell 'em?"

You hastily crawl over to the toilet bowl and empty your stomach.

Pregnant.

--

You told Johnny everything. How it started that one night when he had been over here for drinks, and you had put Johnny to bed because he'd gotten to sloshed, to propositioning him and then the weekly hook ups.

Well, almost everything. He didn't need to know that you gave Simon a sloppy toppy in his kitchen while he snored away that same night you asked him to fuck you.

And then how it finally ended. Simon getting redressed at witching hour because some other tart called him to go over. (your thighs had still been wet from his spend at that time)

So you had called him an unpaid whore; A worthless piece of meat— good for nothing other than cock— and told him that if he leaves, you and he are done.

He had huffed out a laugh, grabbed his motorcycle helmet off your dinner table, and walked out the door without a backward glance.

Johnny hadn't said a word the entire time, but then again, he didn't have to. His countenance said it all.

Disappointment.

He looked so devastatingly disappointed that your eyes welled with tears in seconds and spilled— one fat drop after the other until he pulled you into his arms and held you as you wept, your grief and anguish visceral.

--

"Ye've gotta tell him, bonnie. He has the right to ken."

You let out an aggrieved sigh. Again, with this. "No. He hasn't texted in weeks. Clearly, Simon doesn't give a damn about me. 'Sides, we don't need him when you're around."

A wave of dizzying nausea slams into you, and your world beings to tilt on its axis.

"Don't feel so good, Johnny, I think I need to sit down."

Strong arms catch you as your body crumples and everything goes dark.

--

You rouse from your sleep and find yourself in Johnny's bed with a sharp pounding in your head. Groaning, you turn over to your side and press your fingers into your temples— hoping to alleviate some of the pain when your phone's screen lights up.

Simon's calling.

Goddamnit Johnny. Bloody nosy parker.

You decline it and wait for his text. He's always hated when you ignored his calls on purpose.

And there it is.

Where you ever gonna tell me?

Nothing you need to know about.

No? I thought you were on birth control.

We don't need you.

That mean you're keepin' it?

My baby? Yes, obviously.

Our. Stay at Johnny's, I'm coming over.

No, no. Stay at your girl's house. We'll be just fine without you.

Cute. I'll see you in 10.

(lowkey wondering how he would react if you told him it's johnny's. lol)

#fwb!simon #simon ghost riley

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kaizestar · 5 months

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thinking about simon riley being a giant of a man

18+, mdni. f!reader. body worship, edging, usage of pet names (angel). mention of oral sex (f!recieving), implicit oral sex (m!receiving). mild possessiveness. relationship w reader is undefined but implied to be fwb/situationship.

pt 2 is here (toxic!fwb simon x f!reader; f!reader x johnny)

why in god’s name is he so big? not even sexually, though. he’s just a hulking mass of muscle (and fat. this man does NOT stop eating, im telling you). his arms and hands are just built different.

he’s got that sun-kissed skin, bronze and tanned from years working under the beating sun, and hard muscle of his arm makes the blue of his veins that much more prominent. whenever you’re lucky enough to catch him with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you can’t help but stare. his hands are rough and calloused from years of hard work, and his fingers are thick. so fucking thick. like what the fuck. stop it.

he’d definitely turn foreplay into the whole thing, having you cum around his fingers and maybe occasionally his knuckles, grazing them against your clit and smiling subtly as your walls flutter.

he’s got a nice jaw, too. it’s probably been broken a few times—alongside his nose—but that only accentuates the hard lines of his face after it heals. when he’s pissed, he fucking clenches it so tightly you think he’s about to commit homicide, and his pretty brown eyes darken and glower at the perpetrator.

he’s into body worship, too, but he’s not gonna ask you. he can’t. so instead, he nuzzles you into his chest and nips at your neck every time he’s seeking some attention, hoping that’s enough to tell you what he wants.

if that doesn’t work, though—or if your attention is elsewhere—he’ll snatch it back as quickly as humanely possible, because don’t you know that you’re his? he’s always been so good for you. you ought to pay him back somehow.

he’d probably fuck you stupid after that.

sometimes you like to tease him, and simon fucking hates that. he knows you’re not oblivious to the way his breath quickens whenever your fingers graze his chest, or when his muscles ripple under your every touch. so why the fuck won’t you just touch him already? really touch him.

his poor cock is aching for some attention, so if you aren’t going to give it to him, he’ll just have to take it himself.

he’d flip you over within an instant, pinning you down under him, sprawled out over the sheets as he rutted into you in short, shallow thrusts. his eyes would be more focused on your face, his thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around your wrist as he guided your hands down his chest, his voice a low rumble of pleasure as he teased you.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he taunted as he edged you, tearing pitiful whimpers from your throat. he chuckled in faint amusement before groaning under his breath, brown eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he managed to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “so fuckin’ pretty. jus’ for me, yeah?”

it’s when you start to kiss his scars does he absolutely loses it. even though you were lying exhausted beneath him, you were still putting in the effort to give him an apology for not giving him enough attention earlier? aw, how sweet of you.

he’d pull out last second and his cum would pool onto your tummy, thick white ropes spurting from the weeping tip of his cock. he was still hard, but if you wanted to stop, he would, and he’d help carry you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up and might eat you out on the sink while he’s at it

otherwise, he’s happy to continue for the night. you still haven’t given his cock the proper attention it needs, after all, and that fucked out, blissful look in your eyes as you work your way up and down his cock is always enough to get him hard again.

“fuck, you’re such a smart girl, aren’t you? always knowin’ exactly what i like. keep doin’ it jus’ like that, angel.” he watches as you swallowed his cum, face painted a beautiful white that he wouldn’t mind seeing on you again, and fucking groans.

“shit, i’m gonna wanna keep you.”

honestly just the best boy. i didn’t rlly know how to give trigger warnings in the top, but i think they cover most of what’s happening here :) lmk ur thoughts on this piece !!

banner is made by @/benkeibear.

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 months

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Oof. I know it’s gonna be awhile anyway bc of work but I’m still writing & always thinking, planning-

Recently I’ve been getting more into Johnny and John and Gaz and 😭 idk what turned me off of Keegan and maybe it’s the way everybody’s been hating König (or the fact that I fell in love with Vlad 🙊) but

Now I just keep thinking about changing the original plot of possibly taking it from (spoilers! kind of?) Solely having Simon and Reader be FWB, her falling, getting crushed, then the two of them distancing for awhile as she simultaneously falls for König who’s actually what she wants and is looking for, but Simon fell harder and now actually sees what he wants, which is her.

But then I also had Keegan too and that was a little side drama but I don’t think that needs to change. Can still happen.

But now I’m thinking of changing it and 😭 rip. I have too many ideas. Like because (this is actually spoilers but bc of setup) Soap would overhear regardless of changes or not Simon & Reader together. But what if he gets jealous and doesn’t just wanna be friends with reader? What if he wants some, too? What if he’s actually a better match with reader than König is? 😭 What if he screws up by trying to make the FWB he has with reader, (which she also has one with Simon too) more than it is, without talking about it and she runs to König. Maybe she thinks she wants König and he falls for her, but maybe… maybe it’s Johnny who actually makes her a better person. Maybe as much as he enrages her and makes her laugh, and cry, and swoon… maybe he’s the one she loves. Idk.

Now I’m so torn 😭 like fucking RIP. Because at this point and with the other ideas going off in my brain last night it was gonna be a whole COD universe fic bc 🤷‍♀️ wth. Like alright. Already was gonna be messy ash w just the triangle and tiny square going on but… a pentagon is… unfathomable. Ridiculous. Unacceptable. Unbelievable and ludicrous. Not happening. No way. No sir-ee. Not in my house. In my story. Like oof.

I really don’t know what way to take it and I just am dying and wish I had someone to bounce board the ideas off 😭❤️🥺

#this is about my series-#trials & triumphs #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #not queued #thoughts #writing #writing struggles #relationship dynamics #fwb #tropes

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girlwithfish · 3 months

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like i was trying to sleep for prob a couple hrs at least and so we were just in the dark in silence and he prob thought i was asleep bc i was trying to sleep and we werent talking and hed always be touching me in the most physically affectionate cutest softest ways like stroking my hair or tracing my hand or rubbing my back like he did that for hrs probably and id drift in and out of sleep and wake up and hed just be touching me soooooo intimately and nicely like whatever. does he like me though

#idk maybe he does this with all his bitches!!! 🤧#haha #i domt think hes a hoe tho he isnt givjng me hoe vibes and i asked him if he hookups on the first date a lot or usually #and he said never but idk maybe he has hoes still idk😭😭😭#AHH #will kms if hes seeing anyone else but i dont think he is but it doesnt matter cuz were not exclusive #i havent seen anyone else either besides that one date i had bc i couldn't cancel it but it was like platonic to me lol #idk it feels wrong #ive been ghosting my fwbs #also been busy last week and this wk im just tired cuz im working and also have a v day date tmrw after work YIPEE.....

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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before i say anything to else i adore your writing, i stalk this page once a day at least and i can’t get enough, please never ever stop writing

anyway

i saw your post on fwb!soap and i can’t stop thinking about a fwb!ghost.

ghost who didn’t think he’d catch feelings, it was just meant to be a way for the two of you to get rid of some pent up tension or stress, quickies in the closets, blowjobs in the office, as you both fix your clothes afterwards going about you normal task.

you’re still friends, ghost makes bad jokes, you tease him and you both look out for each other, just like friends do, except you also fuck sometimes.

until ghost can’t get you out of his head, you plague every single corner of his mind. your smell, your touch your laugh your moans, e v e r y t h i n g. he wants you close to him all the time, so he can keep an eye on you and he’s jealous of every man who comes near you.

he glares at every single rookie, sergeant and private who looks your way, so much so that people start whispering that he’s like your guard dog.

if you go out and fuck a different guy he is the snappiest and rudest asshole you’ve ever met. well, he’s not rude to you, he can never be, but everyone else gets to experience hell on earth. and if the guy you’ve fucked doesn’t make you finish, just using you for their own pleasure? consider them dead and gone. but not before ghost gives you the best orgasms of your life, ignoring his own needs for the night.

he just loves you so much and wants you to be happy, but feeling like he could never be enough for you (spoilers, you love him too, he’s just an idiot)

tysm, i’m glad you enjoy my blog 🫶🫶 i can’t believe people actually “stalk” it for updates omg

IDIOTS IN LOVE !! FWB !! GRUMPY LOVE INTEREST !! JEALOUSY/OVERPROTECTIVE !!

EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD FR

#fwb!ghost #this is the shit #you’re onto something ;)#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #rachel speaks #not writing

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whereireid · 11 months

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First,I luvs your work babbie☺️ May your cooter cat be forever ate. But I’ve got an idea for you, after I’ve read your Aphrodisiacs fic and,💋, but I’m thinking an au or whateva of shy scientist reader by day and sexy lil cam girl by night and maybe our fav recombinant sees a stream?

may my COOTER CAT be forever ate?? thank you!! manifesting this rn 🙈

and yesss!! im working on this right now :) idk when it'll be done by but i swear im doin it!! <3

#thnx queen !! will manifest getting my pussy ate #(ill just call my fwb)#🍯 — hey honey #mail 💌#👻 ghosts

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ghostaholics · 1 year

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could you make a part 2 for ignite please? it was so good omggg

yeah! it’s already a wip called fuel to the flames 😌 here's a snippet

"Mm, you touch yourself tonight?"

Your breath catches in your throat at the question. This is a safe place. It's just him, right? "Needed to after what you said. Couldn't stop thinking about you." The words are expected to feel like busted glass, sharp and jagged – a knife's edge as they leave your mouth. Instead, it's nothing but heat, a desire that you've been trying to cage up, now slowly unfurling and slipping through the cracks.

His eyes are piercing; they cut through even the inky blackness of his room. Johnny's voice is molten, ragged and washed with barely-contained restraint as he groans at your confession. "Did it help?"

"No," you admit, swallowing thickly. Raw honesty. "Now that I know what you feel like against me, I want the real thing."

#johnny mactavish x reader #i'm glad you liked it friend!#johnny is so down bad for the reader in this fic #and reader is like??? me too i think??#i promise these aren't spoilers #BUT LIKE #because of the mutual pining #after you read this second part you'll realize they're fucking stupid and would be in a FWB and get married for housing benefits #then probably accidentally get knocked up so now they're literally like in a committed relationship #but they're both like oi nah we're just friends even though we fuck on a reg basis and are married and have a kid #they're the type to do it #it was just a thought i had lmao because if it happened #THEY WOULD #unfortunately i am in my ghost era rn lmaoooo #working on something called Lifeline and it's so??? angsty??#❈inbox: answered

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ravnloft · 9 days

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i need. to draw the balcony scene. you don't want love, that's fine, i won't give it to you. forego love and just trust me on this. literally my man is down so bad and desperate and he doesn't even KNOOOOOOWWWWWW

#bg3 posting #astarion: heehee hoohoo i'm gonna fwb my way into killing cazador and then ghost her #also astarion: why are you sad. stop being sad. i hate when you're sad. i feel this way for very normal selfish reasons and not because i am #in love with you. if i let you stab me again will that cheer you up. for the love of god please be happy or i'll die of shame and sorrow

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nevillesbestie · 3 months

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Pick people!

#Poll #Just figured out how to use polls #Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley #Ex!Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick #Parent!John ‘Soap’ Mactavish #Fwb!John Price

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kaizestar · 5 months

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toxic!fwb simon x f!reader; f!reader x johnny pt 2

fem!reader. use of pet names (darling, dove, lovie). toxic relationships. can be read as a stand-alone but pt 1 is here if you want to read it (18+, mdni.)

toxic!fwb simon tends to act a lot like your boyfriend, until someone reminds him that he isn’t—that someone being johnny.

you could see the hatred burning in simon’s brown eyes, every last bit of it directed to the man who had interrupted price’s teasing with a lazy smile and Scottish lilt to the drawl in his voice.

“‘ey, now i’m not wrong, am i, mate?” johnny chuckled. “all that talk about not wantin’ a relationship—was that all it was? talk?”

the thing with simon was that he had all sorts of sides to him, like one of those abstract paintings that changed face depending on where you were viewing it from. typically, simon was soft. a bit rough around the edges, sure, but good at heart.

that was your simon. the simon right now, though, was full of sharp, prickly edges and thorns—but it was still a simon. you could practically see the annoyance festering in his gut, and without intervention, it’d grow into something unpleasant.

“simon.” you touched his bicep before he managed to say something that would get the two men into a dogfight. “don’t.” you looked over at johnny. “is there a reason you’re here, johnny?”

johnny shrugged his shoulders easily, looking much more relaxed than the man besides you was. “jus’ checkin’ up on m’favorite girl.” he flashed you a smile, one a tad too flirtatious, prompting a low growl from simon.

Johnny’s eyes shifted over to the broader man and he is lip curled. “i don’t get it, darlin’. i really don’t. but i’ll wait for ya, lovie, ‘cause i know y’er worth it.”

simon stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. he didn’t say a word as he left the cabin, the clunk of his boots against the ground echoing through the halls.

“well.” price gave you an amused glance. “i s’ppose you’re gonna go after your little boyfriend, kiddo?”

you clenched your jaw. “not my boyfriend,” you muttered. oh, but how you wished he was.

“sure he ain’t.” price tapped the top of his pen against the desk, raising an eyebrow at you. “i’ve seen a lot of shit, but the lovebirds in denial always end in a shitshow.”

“i guess we’ll just have to stop being lovebirds, then.” your gaze shifted over to the doorway that simon had stalked off into. “not that it’ll be that hard at this point.”

johnny had been quiet this entire time, but he spoke up at that. “sorry ‘bout that, lovie. i don’t mean no harm.” he scratched the back of his neck. “well, i guess i do, but not like that. i jus’ wanna chance, since simon ain’t always treatin’ ya right. i know he ain’t the straightest in his speakin’, ‘specially when it comes t’you.”

your shoulders sagged. “…it’s alright, johnny,” you sighed. “i know you didn’t mean no harm. but i… i wanna see what i can do with simon and that moodiness of his first. is it okay if i come back to you?”

“jus’ want a chance, dove.” he smiled again. “go ahead. but if he messes ya up, i’ll be here f’er ya.”

“i appreciate it.” you stood up, hurrying away to find wherever simon had stormed off to, leaving johnny alone with his captain. there was a moment of silence between the two, a sort of shared calmness to both of them that smoothed over any remaining uneasiness.

“…i see we’ve got a new pair of lovebirds in town.” price shook his head, taking a lighter out to flick at the cigarette he had set down in his ashtray. “you gonna fight over her with simon? seems like a bad choice for an opponent, y’know. she’s already head over heels for him.”

johnny hummed. “i know. but i’m still gonna shoot my shot regardless.” he managed a grin. “i’ve still got my wits about me, cap’in, and i’ll have ‘em ‘til ghost decides to beat ‘em outta me.”

price brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before his lips split into a wolfish grin that matched johnny’s. “so are ya doing this for him or her?”

“neither. i’m doin’ this for myself.” he laughed, and then leaned back in his seat with a cheeky smile. “i get t’be a bit greedy, don’t i? if simon gonna buy a cake and just let it sit there in the display window, don’t i get’ta pay ‘im some cash to take the cake off his hands?”

“your metaphors are as worse as ever.” though, price nodded in understanding. “if i were you, i’d be fighting tooth and nail for even a scrap of her attention. hell, i’d get on my fuckin’ knees and beg her not to leave.”

“that doesn’t sound healthy,” johnny remarked.

his captain snorted, waving his cigarette around. “clearly, i’m not a healthy man, now am i?”

“good point.” johnny snickered softly. “thanks, cap’in.“

“take care of yourself, johnny.” price nodded, watching as the youngest member of the taskforce stood up and left, following those that preceded him. “ah, young love,” he mumbled wistfully. “its as derogatory as i remember.”

“simon?” you tentatively made your way into his barracks, glancing around the room for any sign of the giant of a man. finally, your eyes landed on the bunk, where he was sitting, brown eyes sinking into the floorboards. the intensity in them didn’t fade as they shifted over to you; if anything, it grew.

but he didn’t speak a word. instead, he simply stared at you. and you stared back.

finally, his head lowered. “shouldn’t you be with johnny?”

the defeat in his voice made your knees buckle. “no?” you made your way over to him, taking a seat next to him. “no, i don’t think i should.” when that didn’t get any sort of response, you prodded him gently. “unless you want me to be?”

his eyes snapped up to meet yours, burning with an indiscriminate sort of fire, before it lowered into a simmer. “…you know what i want.” he looked away from you.

“simon, i can’t read your mind.” you sighed, touching his thigh comfortingly. “please talk to me.”

his hands balled up into fists; those hands you’ve kissed, those hands you’ve held, those hands you’ve felt. they were toughened with callouses over years of manual labor, and you knew he hated them. that’s what made you love them even more.

“i…” he tried to reply, licking his chapped lips nervously. for once, you thought that he really was about to do this; to finally say the words that had been weighing down on both of your chests for so long.

but then he clamped his mouth shut and gruffly turned away from you. “can’t. m’sorry.”

your shoulders slumped.

“i shouldn’t be surprised, should i?” you whispered. ghost’s eyes widened slightly, following after you as you turned on your heel and left.

“wait, i…” his voice died off when he realized he didn’t quite know what he could say in this moment that wouldn’t drive you to johnny’s arms.

all he knew was that without you, everything felt cold.

the tiredness consumed him, and the desire to sleep indefinitely tugs at his chest.

and maybe you’ll visit him in his dreams. because to him, that’s all you were.

a distant dream.

well well well, how the turn tables have turned. I wrote this on a whim so it’s not that good, but I’ll probably write a pt2 just to wrap all the loose ends up.

or maybe ghost just dies lol. that’d be an ending, after all.

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ashthedestroyer · 6 months

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I just want to feel like I’m attractive to other women again

#got ghosted yet again on Tinder and ngl it hurt #still hurt less than my fwb never messaging me back #like I know I should be used to this by now but fuck #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #lesbian pride #sapphic yearning

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yawnderu · 6 months

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Situationships with Ghost would absolutely destroy you. This man is way too detached from anything that isn't related to his job, the only times he's not at base is during leaves, opting to go see you and blow off some steam. Sex with Ghost is rough, putting you in all fours and absolutely destroying your cunt in a way that has you coming undone underneath his gloved hands.

He's never forceful or hurtful with the way he handles you, but he's rough. One of his hands holds onto your waist while the other one is busy delivering spank after spank on your reddening ass as he fucks into you, words of praise mixing in with the pure degrading filth that comes out of his mouth, barely managing to pull out of you and cum all over your bare back, marking you as his. It doesn't matter if you had any FWBs before you met him— he completely ruined you for anyone else. No one else is quite like him, and no one can make you cum half as hard.

He never stays long after cumming for the first few months, yet around December, he's more... open, in a way. He stays in your house for longer, his back against the headboard while his balaclava is pulled up halfway, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his now bare hands absentmindedly dare to play with your hair. It took him months to even remove any of his clothes let alone his gloves, secretly afraid his touch would tarnish your soul, tainting you forever until inevitably one of his enemies puts a bullet through your skull.

The day never comes, though. No matter how many times he touches you with his bare hands, you're still alive every single time he comes back from deployment. He comes to you a few days before Christmas, unsure on how to ask if he can stay with you until you suggest it. It's the first time ever since his family died that he dares celebrate the holiday, buying you a pretty silver necklace that he saw you eyeing during one of the times he went out with you.

That night he fucked you good and slow, clothes and balaclava completely off and his dog tags on you along with the new necklace, watching them disappear on your pretty tits as he makes love to you for the first time.

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fag4dykestobin · 9 months

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THIS COULD BE THE FUNNIEST STEDDIE DYNAMIC TBH

#tillman and declan as eddie and steve. i might just pass away this is so fucking funny #all of shutout by the garages. go listen to it #you don't need any context its just a guy who came back from the dead ghosting his ex fwb #why doesnt anyone do this. maybe i'd read a steddie centric fic if this was the case #quincy.txt #blb st #ssflt

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