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For the First Time: König X F! Reader
Inspired by the Mac Demarco song of the same name
Idk I just hear him when I think of this goofy ah ball of anxiousness
A/N: Hellloooo~ so sorry about the delay for the second part of tensions, I’ve just enrolled in college, got a year older, AND have a brain malformation now so LMAO sorry but shit happens. I’ve also been trying to not let it have lazy, subpar writing so it’s also a matter of quality. I hope this can somewhat suffice for the time being. Sorry this is lazy I just wanted to write :(
WARNINGS: mostly sfw but implied NSFW, suggestive themes
18+
Reader does not have a specific race but is POC friendly as always :)
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He felt like he was in a dream. He had to have been dead on the field to be experiencing this, right, he thought. König never saw a woman as gorgeous and godly as you. A deity; an otherworldly being. You had to be. Everytime he saw you, it felt like the first time.
When you gave him that knee-weakening plea in your eyes as you suckled his thumb and whispered a quiet but lustful, “Please, mein herz.~”
Fuck, he was glad he’d taken the time to teach you his native tongue. It rolled off yours so perfect and melodically like the Gregorian chants of Notredame. Ethereal while it left a haunting but pleasurable tremble run through him to make him feel reborn again.
If he had to choose, König’s favorite parts of you would be your hands, lips, and skin. He didn’t believe you; he even laughed when you told him you were insecure about your skin the first time until you began telling him all the struggles that came with its color and culture.
Everything you assumed you had every right to hate because of it it, König adored. He loved learning about everything you and your people were and accomplished just as much as you liked learning about his own heritage. Even the bad parts he woefully lamented about when that bridge was crossed.
Your hands that caressed his insecurities, scars, and lines on his body before holding his face and playing with his hair drove him wild. There weren’t very many times where he wouldn’t put you in a trance from the longing lust in his seductive eyes when that happened. One of you ended up on your knees every time.
Tonight, those emotions ran fiercer. Your touches were accompanied by the coolness of your new dainty diamond engagement ring while the fiery desire from his fingertips burned and stung your skin like a jolt of pleasurable electricity. It all played like a lucid dream. Unreal, heavenly, and almost like every motion was mirrored like an ethereal fantasia dream sequence.
The synchronization of your sounds was a sensual cacophony of what König would call true love. You; safety and freedom. He whispered against your neck while he peppered delicate, passionate kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long, meine leibe. I was so scared you’d never feel the same. I’m glad…so glad.”
Your back arched into his body as you exposed your neck more with a hot, breathy moan, “König…you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted..all I’ll ever want.”
His large hand took your own, locking your fingers together as he rutted his hips into the hot space between your legs, slow but assertive, “I’m all yours. I belong to you know, mein leibe. I’ll take good care of you, blume. I’ll never let another man take you away from me.”
The deep growl in his possessiveness made your stomach flip and your thighs squeeze his hips, followed by a whimpering moan, “F-…fuck. I wouldn’t let that happen, daddy. Never.”
His eyes darkened and you let a much louder moan escape your throat in surprise as he gave one strong thrust, “Say that again,” he commanded.
You whined and he slapped your naked thigh, “Quickly. Don’t tease me, darling. Say it.”
“Im…I’m yours…daddy.”
He shuddered and you held back a moan at the jingling of his belt and zipper, “That’s right. Das ist mein mädchen. Now,” he whispered against your stomach, pulling your panties down your already trembling legs, “Lass uns anfangen.”
#fan fiction#comfort#mw2 2022#konig smut#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig cod#cod mw22#gaming#video games#soft#good vibes#engaged#ghost is babygirl#ghost brain rot#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader
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Shitghosting/Pondering
What if the next frontman of Ghost isn't a Papa?
Been thinking...
Tobias knows how beloved Copia is, and how important he is to so many fans. So what if he retires him from performing, but not from the role as Papa?
Popia can stay at the Ministry and run things from there. He can still be in the Chapters videos. We can be content seeing him once in a while and knowing he's okay.
So who will front the band?
Imagine this:
A Chapter entitled: Casting Call
Papa, Sister Imperator, Saltarian, and spectral Papa Nihil hold auditions for the next lead singer of Ghost. (Hell, have some Ghoouls there in the background as well - they should get a say.)
Siblings and clergy members from different branches come and give it their best shot. Could be a very interesting roster of potentials. Mary Goore? Resurrected Terzo in disguise? Unmasked Phil? I'm sure Tobias has a TON of silly characters taking up space in his brain.
I don't know where this idea came from, but it's taken root in my mind. I could be really cute/funny/clever if done right. And could be a compelling way to introduce the new singer...
#jenn rambles#shitghosting#silly ghost ideas#ghost brain rot#the next “papa”#don't listen to me - I'm just bullshitting around here
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#why is he all i could think of#ghost brain rot#ghost#shitghosting#ghost band#ghost bc#papa emeritus iii#tobias forge
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Dews gettin squished and he is lovein it question is, who’s squishin him?
#dewdrop headcanons#dewdrop x ifrit#dewdrop ghoul#dew ghoul#per sodo eriksson#ghost sodo#sodomizer ghoul#ghost posts#ghost#ghost brain rot#ghost bc#the band ghost#ghost fandom#ghost fanart#ghost fanfiction#ghost fluff#the band ghost fanart#raindrops#raindrop month#raindrop#fanart#fanfic#band art#rain x aether#rain x dewdrop#rain x sodo#sodo x reader#sodo x rain#Sodo x swiss#aether x dewdrop
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hi comet!
it’s been a while (uni is hell but i’m in my final week of my degree! yay!) i hope you’re doing good!
i am popping by to share yet again another instalment in my “ghost has rotted my brain and i can’t see these words the same” life study series lol
the other day i was driving through my city and passed a big truck and trailer… the company was ghost transportation services. i may have gotten a touch distracted while driving 😅
then! just yesterday, i was working and walking a dog and we passed by a bench that had the word omega graffitied on it and i burst out laughing. I probably looked insane but at least i was entertained lol.
that’s all for now, i’m hoping some more random things like that pop up! it always makes my day, but in a way that makes me feel crazy haha
Congratulations on being in the FINAL WEEK! (Which was definitely last week SO CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING DONE?!) That's huge!! I bet it feels so so good to finally be done.
Anyway, I LOVE THIS. It's hysterical how quickly one little thing can activate fandom brain.
It's INSANE how bad this band has rotted all of our brains. I LOVE IT. I cannot go to a restaurant and see the word "Swiss Cheese" without immediately thinking of Swiss. Mountain Dew, the soda? That's just a ghoul reference.
My partner and I watched the Fallout show last week (good, I reccommend, especially for fans of the games) and there was a scene in a church/mausoleum and I spent the entire scene going "Holy shit, I think they filmed this at the Ministry!" (I'm convinced it's the same place, no one tell me otherwise, I need to live in my fantasy). As if the Ministry is a real place, and not just a place that is used for filming ALL the time but LOTS of different people.
I am so glad I get to share this brain rot with you--I know we're nuts but I wouldn't have it any other way. ♥
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Late night thoughts after listening to the latest interview:
-with Tobias saying we’d see a new character but not in the way we think and the fact that he confirmed new music is going to be dropping very soon I can only imagine that we’re getting some type of Easter-ish date of new things
-with that being said I think one of two things is going to happen. Terzo gets resurrected or Nihil gets resurrected as his younger self
-this also ties into what we’ve been getting with all the “Jesus is coming” stuff because in a religious context what does Easter celebrate? The resurrection of Jesus after his death
-what else did Seestor say in chapter 16 “two is better than one” while I’d absolutely LOVE for the “new character but not in the way we think” to be antichrist Copia (I’m still holding out lots of hope) I have to imagine with everything we’ve gotten so far it’s either gonna be Terzo or young Nihil
-or the secret third option, I’m reading way too much into this and we’re just getting a Personal Jesus cover
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Look, not to be making Mary sues or anything, but this idea won't stop rattling in my brain.
There's something so funny to me about one of the Papa's (probably Terezo, I bet he has all kinds of illegitimate spawn) having a kid- a daughter, who wants to be Papa so badly. And to top it off is super unhinged about it.
#ghost band#ghost brain rot#ghost bc oc#idk how to tag this#papa emeritus#i just think it could be amusing and chaotic
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imma draw papa 4 and young nihil, in the mean time: whose yall fave papa. i like how papa 4 looks like a silly man compared to the other ones, and papa 3 is 👀 *cough* pretty* cough. ultimately i like silly men the most so papa 4 wins by a very small margin
#the band ghost#no hate silly men make me feral#i love hearing from others in the fandom#yall are so cool#no one irl follows me so expect a lot and nothing from me#ghost brain rot
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random headcanon but simon loves sharing food with you.
big man eats a lot, basically double to triple the amount of what you have everyday. so whenever you sigh and set your fork down, “ugh I’m so full.” he’s grabbing your plate and finishing it up for you.
he gets offended when you grab your fork like, “oh sorry that was mine.”
what do you mean????? let him fucking use it?????
idk he just loves sharing things with you. he drinks after you all the time and loves letting you order as much as you want, when you both know you can’t finish it, just so he can.
basically everything you want - he wants - just because you want it.
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In our bedroom after the war
#ghostsoap#soapghost#my art#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod fanart#soap x ghost#ghoap#retired ghostsoap#‘in our bedroom after the war’ by stars is another song on my ghoap playlist#makes retired ghostsoap brain rot go brrr
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Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1
AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕
Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush
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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.
You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”
You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”
Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”
Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.
Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.
You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”
‘He talked to me?!’
Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”
Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”
Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”
Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.
Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”
Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”
You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”
A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”
Soap snickered, “Cock..”
You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”
“Yes, sir.”
8:20 PM
Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.
Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’
The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.
‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’
A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.
‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’
You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”
The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.
Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.
Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”
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8:20 PM
Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.
Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.
“Lt. how copy.”
Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”
“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“
“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”
Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”
“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”
“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”
Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.
“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”
The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.
“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”
Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”
As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”
‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’
Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”
You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”
Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”
An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?
You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”
Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”
Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”
Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”
The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”
The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”
‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’
You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”
Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.
Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”
“Yep.”
‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’
While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’
Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’
The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”
A coyote howled in the distance.
“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”
“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”
“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”
“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”
Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”
Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”
Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”
The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”
Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”
“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”
A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”
Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”
“Have a fun interview.”
Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”
Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?
He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.
That never lasted long though.
‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’
Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.
‘If you even are one…’
#ghost brain rot#fan fiction#black reader#poc reader#call of duty mw2#mw2 2022#simon ghost riley#ghost is babygirl#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley smut#ghost smut#ily sm <3#his voice is so#john soap mactavish#alejandro vargas#captain price#comfort#smut#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lovers#hate fuck
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#soapghost#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty mwii#cod mw2#saw this quote and blacked out for like 48h#listen it's about the longing the we can't we shouldn't this is going to end bad and we both know it#but what if i just look what if i just stare at you from the shadows what if i let you see me like no else can isn't that enough#anyway#the brain rot is so strong y'all my fic wip is at 18k now i need an intervention#id in alt text#soph arts
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i just wanted to hold you in my arms
#they haunt me actually#i read a fic a few days ago where ww was a ghost and it was so GOOD and painful and it's living rent free in my mind since#as usual im shit at vocalising my brain rot in english so. just know that im thinking abt them constantly#trigun#trigun 1998#trigun maximum#it's a mix lol#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#my art#trigun fanart#vashwood fanart#trigun spoilers#trimax spoilers
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Ghost and pet names: The first time you call him baby he thinks about it, quietly loses his mind over it for the better part of a week. It's a casual passing thing you said, probably meant nothing. He convinces himself it meant nothing until you say it to him again with a sly smile, and he falls apart all over again. Names are... important. To Ghost. They're important to Ghost. They measure things: rank, familiarity, affection. Names are a baseline guide for his world.
Sir/Ma'am are too military, too close to his every day. Daddy/Mummy are too... the feelings they conjure aren't good, he doesn't- he doesn't feel safe with them. Mister? Miss? Ooh when he groans out a "Please Miss" "I'll do better Mister" it's perfect. It makes him feel small, makes him feel safe and kept. It tells him exactly where he ranks, below you. It's respectful in a way he hasn't had to be since he was a kid, and it flips some switch in the back of his head that he isn't expecting. It tip, tip, tips him forward into some warm fuzzy space where he can leave the thinking to you and just enjoy the pleasure you give him. You take such good care of him, why wouldn't he give you the respect(the title) you deserve?
It doesn't help that it still gets to him when you purr "is that right baby?" every time he snarks at you. He knows he'll get it later, he's hoping for it actually. It's easier than asking, and you're always quick to pick up on what he wants. (Even when he knows he'll have to beg to get it)
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#simon riley cod#simon riley#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#sub!ghost#more pillow princess ghost#literally rotting my brain#anyway i was thinking about the last person i subbed for and how they wanted to be called Mister#and it did something to me that i cannot describe#truly nothing like it 10/10
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on the one hand i'm thinking about ghost with a virgin!reader that's never reached orgasm no matter how much you try with your stupid plastic dildos and silicone vibrators. thinking about how he would take it as his new mission to show you just how much better a real cock is, how he can show you how to make yourself come. god he'd be so unbearable, so smug but gentle but dominating all at once? good luck to reader cause you're never gonna be able to use your silly little sex toys again
but then on the other hand i'm thinking about captain price with the absolute filthiest daddy kink, and you're the civilian assistant that he may or may not have been fucking for months. like he thinks he has it all under wraps, not willing to frighten you off, but then one day you show up in such a bratty, bad mood and he just absolutely lets loose on you
but on the other hand i'm thinking about soap with a mommy kink. like, it starts out as a stupid little argument, you snapping out "i'm not your fucking mother, johnny", and him going so fucking red, only for it to end up with you on your back as he ruts into you wildly and suckles at your tits
#brain rot brain rot brain rot#i have a good chunk of the ghost fic written! we'll see how the others go mayhaps#ghost x reader#soap x reader#price x reader#cod#cod thirsts
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*insert dead Terzo joke here*
#the band ghost#papa emeritus lll#papa emeritus iv#papa copia#terzo#ghost brain rot#golfball does art !
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