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teyamsatan · 5 months
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➸ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ!ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ
pairings: simon "ghost" riley x female!reader
a/n: i wrote this for the "praise/degradation" kinktober prompt and it could fit both jake sully and ghost so i decided to publish it for ghost. is it self-plagiarism to just copy paste it and post it for dilf!jake, too? asking for a friend
warnings: pwp under the cut (18+ mdni), pet names (doll, love, princess, kid), implied age gap, slight degradation, some praise, semi-public i guess??
wc: >400 words
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“Feels… so… good… fuck!”
Bouncing on your lieutenant's cock in a hidden bush after excusing yourself from target practice was not on your list of things to do today, but then again… it never was. But you just couldn’t help it, not when there he was, so fucking hot, giving orders, showing trainees how to shoot all the different guns in the army's arsenal, not when your underwear was uncomfortably sliding against your swollen folds, dripping in slick. The people will be fine practising on their own for a while, right? After all, the target was right there, all they had to do is… aim at it… right? 
“Fucking hell, kid…” Ghost's voice was gravelly and low, the thick accent mixing beautifully with the gritty groans that escaped him as you twitched around his length with every thrust that threatened to bruise your already aching cervix. It was maddening, the pace he set, the way he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards to be even deeper in your tight, soaked pussy, the need to be closer, to feel you, to fill you, ever present and ever growing.
“You look so good taking my cock. So good.” 
The best you can do in response is a faint moan, so focused on maintaining the pace he set, thoughts overflowing with how good he felt, how much it all was, how when he pulled the mask slightly upwards and captured your nipple in his mouth, sucking while circling your sensitive clit with his thumb, it all made tears prick at your eyes painfully and free flow down your face as the orgasm drew closer and closer with each passing moment. 
“Couldn’t even wait 'til the end of practice, could you? My desperate, needy slut. Always have to have all your little holes stuffed, eh?” 
HIs words always had such power to bring you to your knees, or to your orgasm, the feeling overtaking all of your senses, white noise all you were able to see and hear as he continued abusing your convulsing cunt. 
“Squeezing me so well, gonna make me cum all over this pretty pussy. But I’m not done yet, love.” 
It took no effort on his part to pull you off him and manhandle you in a new position, barely managing to hold your own weight on all fours, so spent and overwhelmed from the onslaught of sensations he was so good at eliciting in you and for you. 
“Come on, doll. Face down, ass up. Gotta make sure to fill you up until everyone on that field knows how much you like being fucked until you’re dripping from all sides.”
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a-gromova · 5 months
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Going Dark
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turannoktonos · 1 year
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Aka...the aftermath :)
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blingblong55 · 4 months
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MODERN WARFARE 2: GHOST (DC Comics)
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@actuallyhiswife hope you like them all! Also felt the need to add the pictures so all of you can identify them and also for all of you to read them since I know some don’t know they exist for free read.
All comics found in order
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #1
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #2
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #3
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #4
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #5
Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #6
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A/N: cover for GHOST # 1B, GHOST #1C Below as well as the other two without wording :)
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A/N: every other week, on ebay people will make auctions of GHOST for those interested.
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yawnderu · 3 months
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teehee
cw: masturbation, fingering, somnophilia.
Still thinking about Pervert!Roommate!Simon, all desperate to have you yet battling with his morals. It's wrong, he can't do it, he can't risk losing the most important person in his life— yet here he is, one hand stroking his throbbing cock while the other one is playing with your pussy. Your sleeping expression is so peaceful and pretty, lips parted slightly and small, soft snores escaping your lips.
His hips thrust forward slightly as he continues to jerk off, hand moving up and down his length faster as he explores your pussy, daring to put one finger inside after making sure it was lubricated enough. He almost cums at the feeling, tight warmness enveloping his finger as he tries his best to muffle his moans, biting his lips to prevent them from slipping out.
''Fuckin' hell...'' He mutters softly, accent giving his words a rough edge, voice filled with desperation as he feels his body tensing up. His hand moves faster up and down his cock, finger going deeper into your wet cunt as his body trembles, waves of pleasure washing over him as he pants heavily, heart pounding in his chest. Unable to hold back any longer, he pathetically shoots ropes of thick cum onto his hand. His breath is ragged as he pulls his finger out of you, easing your sleeping body into your panties again.
He looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, expression a mix of guilt and longing as he rests his head on your stomach, feeling his eyes sting.
''I'm so sorry, love. I'm fuckin' sorry.''
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mentoskova · 1 year
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"Ghost, come in, this is Price! Do not trust Shepherd - I say again, do not trust Shepherd!"
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maxx-wooh · 2 months
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LOOK AT IT!!!!
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knifecalledlust · 1 year
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kinda a companion piece to this ghost painting
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soaqrudyz · 6 months
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soap who takes mood stabilizers but no one takes it serious until his prescription runs out.
suddenly he can’t get out of bed. he’s crying on and off all day, only broken up by an hour or two of frantic skin picking before he collapses into sobs and sleeps for thirty-three consecutive hours. he either won’t eat, or he’ll complain about being starving even though he just cleaned his and gaz’s plates. one minute he looks lifeless, staring off into space, sitting stock still, and the next he’s talking a mile a minute about a topic no one brought up.
when they fill his meds it takes a full week before he goes back to normal, and he refuses to talk about his behavior when he’s off them. he can still fire a weapon can’t he? so what’s the big fucking deal?
he never has to refill his meds again, they’re just always magically filled when he needs them (the 141 are terrified of seeing him like that again, they don’t know how to make it all stop no matter how hard soap begs them to).
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sprout-fics · 1 year
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Listen, I don’t know if you’re writing for König now— but I feel like the presence of two masked figures (König and Ghost) is just begging for some fics full of jealousy; Ghost doesn’t like someone flirting with his girl, and he especially doesn’t like someone with goofy ass drapes over their face trying to flirt with his girl either.
But— it’s just a thot. A Thursday thot.
I do not currently write for Konig! (Nor shall I start as of yet, bc I have wayyy too many unfinished projects and refuse to indulge in additional distractions) However, I can make time for a little Thursday Thots drabble for you, anon!
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He's touching you again.
Ghost sees all, with his tar-dark stare, burning, scorching into your skin as Konig hovers beside you. The Austrian soldier's hand hovers over your shoulder, the touch hesitant, fleeting but there all the same.
It's a dangerous proximity, one that Ghost would normally tolerate from a lesser man. Usually his size, his dark, looming stature is enough to ward off any potential suitors towards you, chasing them away like an abraxas curse. They see his eyes, the way he clings to shadows and lures you there- keeping you safe.
Konig, however, seems to not see that silent rune, or has decided to foolishly ignore it. He hovers at your side, hip nearly bumping yours, one massive hand planted on his other side as he leans over the map, lit by the dusty Uzbekistan sun. He dwarfs you in comparison, and Ghost can't help the prickle of awareness that comes with the advantage the Austrian has in height, pure, rippling mass.
"AQ forces will be rendezvousing here for the pick-up." You declare, pointer finger stopping on part of the route below you. "There's not much cover for us aside from the poppy field nearby, we may need to..."
Granted, Ghost isn't paying much attention to you either. Not with the way he's so damn distracted by the hulking soldier beside you, the way he's not looking at the map at all. Konig's eyes linger on your face from under his hood, and at this angle Ghost can see the way they flicker over your scrunched brow, your twinkled, focused gaze.
It's almost adorable, the way you're so oblivious. You seem not to notice the men around you, not with the way Konig clings to your side like an affectionate, stray tomcat. Nor do you notice Ghost's eyes as he leans on a wall within the shadows of the rubbled building, gaze menacing like the sharp glint of a blade.
"What about here?" Konig asks, and his other hand follows yours, stopping to point out a ridge that is perfectly unsuitable for the purposes of this extraction. His voice slurs low over the vowels with his accent, and you seem to be so distracted by his query you fail to notice the way his hand secures on your shoulder as if to maintain his balance at your side.
No, instead you shake your head at his question, humming a low, displeased note in your throat, ignorant to the Austrian's hand across your opposite shoulder, placed firmly against your form.
"No, we could make it happen if we had an additional sniper, but considering it's just the three of us-" You pause, sucking your lower lip between your teeth, fingers tapping the aged wooden table you're braced on. "Then again, I could do it, set up a spot and provide suppressing fire while you two-"
"We aren't leaving you behind, Maus." Konig rumbles, and his voice is deeper now, spoken in a tone just for you.
You blink, turn then, and seem to at last notice just how close he is, staring up into his gentled eyes hidden underneath the mask.
That's it.
"A word, sergeant." Ghost growls, and your eyes dart to him, wide and caught off-guard. There's a flicker of awareness there, one summoned by the recognition of his tone- dark, low like thunder. A warning.
"Konig." You say slowly, eyes not leaving Ghost, as if tracing a wolf in the woods. "A moment, please?"
"Of course, Frauliene."
At last, he steps away from you, practically having to peel himself away from your side. When he strides towards the entrance, broken glass shatters under his massive feet. He pauses there, casting a lingering glance to you, then to Ghost- only to see the poisoned, dripping stare levied at him.
Strangely, he holds it for a moment, refusing to look away. Yet just as ire simmers higher in Simon's blood he turns, vanishes beyond the boundary of the doorway.
It's only then that you turn to Ghost.
"Care to explain what that was ab-oof!"
It takes Ghost two short strides to close the distance between you, reaching out a single, black gloved hand to drag you forward, into his front. It's a gesture he normally wouldn't indulge in, this blatantly outward display of his affections. Yet the prickle of something that feels shamefully like envy itches under his skin, chafes at his bones until there's a rawness there, an itch to have you closer.
"Simo-" You try, face muffled into his vest.
"He can't have you." Ghost murmurs darkly, a thumb digging into the soft part of your skull at your nape. You whine on instinct, the sensation grounding, possessive in a way that leaves you reeling. For a moment your hands flutter at your sides before lifting, gripping at his sleeves rolled at his elbows. Ghost only drags you closer, tilting his head downward into your hair, where he grows a promising affirmation, his words the boundary of that abraxas that keeps you to him.
"You are mine."
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dracobrooklyn · 2 months
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Assassin!Ghost x Princess!Reader
|| MDNI || 18+
CW: A bit of age gap, seduction, a lot of sexual intercourse.
After watching this video I was like… this is Ghost coded. The way he was hired to kill the princess and found a way to get close as your body guard. He has a name but he gives it as only ghost. How he stays close to you, finds perfect routes maybe to get you alone to strike you down and get his earn gold for the reward.
But why is he hesitating on killing you? Is it because he feels bad for the naive princess that is always kind to him, how you greet him every morning. Says thank you when he carrys you across a nasty mud puddle so your dress does not get dirty, how you acknowledges his presence to everyone, talking highly of him. God damn this, he had to kill you… or else he might be going soft.
And to the point where he was gonna do it that night, where he was gonna stab you and be done with it, but you weren’t in your room. He looked for you everywhere… to find you dancing alone by yourself in the grand hall. You captured his breath… he… was in love with you?
Of course he can’t be… no he is, he Willy deny it. But he didn’t kill you that night… or the next night… or the next night. Making excuses to himself that it wasn’t the right moment. Someone could hear her scream, there’s too many people here… they find her body soon.
Of course… Ghost finds out the princess… you were into him. You wanted him, like he wants you. Fuck it, he’s no longer your assassin, he’s your body guard, and lover.
And you both definitely hide in an area to kiss… make love… and kiss again. He knew the right spots to make you come, to please you, to hear your sweet whimpers and moans… you are his now. His sweet little princess.
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teyamsatan · 5 months
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➸ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴜᴍꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
pairings: simon "ghost" riley x female!reader
warnings: pwp under the cut (18+ mdni), pet names (doll, love)
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Can you blame the poor guy? Trapped in missions for weeks, sometimes months at a time, unable to feel you, to have you, to fuck you. He's so focused and intent on finishing his duty as thouroughly as possible, he's unable to think of much else, except for seldom, lonely nights where he's missing you just so much more than he can even conceptualise, his throbbing cock aching from the need to spill his load inside your tight, spasming walls, as he pushes past the point of pleasure into almost pain, an endless desire to overstimulate you and see how much you could take before you were cock-drunk and limp around him.
But now, after so long, here you are, safe in his arms, and he’s promised himself he’s going to take it slow, promised he wasn’t gonna pin you to the ground the second he saw you again and show you exactly how much he missed you… so instead, he suggested a movie, an innocent, romantic… slow movie. And he tried to focus, tried to pay attention to the dialogue that was too sappy and cheesy for him to ever truly take seriously, but how could he, when your ass was so perfectly nestled against his crotch, and with every small, inconsequential movement he felt his dick get harder and his thoughts more incoherent, the need to own you almost feral. 
"Having fun there, eh, love?"
"I don't know what you mean..." it was coy, and almost believable, the surprised tone of your voice, if only not accompanied by the smirk he knew and loved so much, and the mischievous slow grinding of your ass on his now rock hard cock, that was begging for a hand or a pussy to wrap around it, that was almost rabid with want.
"I missed you, Si." you feel so good, even like this... so sinfully good, in fact, he can't help groaning at the sensation and buck his hips impossibly closer to yours, playing carefully in his mind's eye all the things he was planning on doing to you later, how you're going to regret making a man like him, a strong, unyielding man weak in the knees, seeing white in front of his eyelids as the pleasure becomes too much and he comes, thick ropes of cum spilling into his underwear and staining the underside of his jeans.
"Oops!" you laugh and the chuckle gets stuck in your throat as he pushes two large fingers past your panties and into your soaking pussy.
"You have no idea what you did, doll. Now let me show you what happens when you misbehave."
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taglist: @codsunshine
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a-gromova · 1 year
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Die to Live
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rottingpirate · 1 year
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Hello!! Is there a second part to the cod MIA reader? If not could I request one? ♥️ :)
No, cause I completely forgot about it 😭
'm sorry, here you go broski
M.I.A. reader who comes back pt. 2
Warnings: typical CoD violence, human trafficking, some angst, kinda ooc
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Gaz
Gaz shot upright, gasping and sweaty, tangled up in his bedsheets. Another nightmare. No one else is in the room, no one but him and an empty space next to him. The sun was already shining bright and it slightly hurt his eyes.
Y/N should be here. It's been one week since you've been declared as MIA. So far, there had been no sign of you. No demands had been made, no threats, no body had been found…the silence was eating him alive. 
It was as though you had vanished completely, everyone knew that with each minute that passed, their chances of finding you deteriorated.
Knock knock. Captain Price came into his room. He takes a moment as he surveys the room before sitting down on the bed next to him. Gaz didn't have the patience to wait for him to start the conversation. "Did you find them?" His voice came out as hoarse, rough, probably cause he hasn't left his room in the past few days.
"Yes, we found them," He sounded relieved. Gaz' breathing stopped for a second, he started getting up to reach for his clothes, asking when were they leaving, until Price stooped him "but you're not coming."
"What? Why not? They're my partner."
Price pats him on the shoulder and shakes his head. "You have barely eaten in the past week. You haven't trained nor have you left your room...you need to sit this one out, kid." He wanted to protest. He couldn't stay in his bed and just wait, but the look his captain gave him made him shut up. "Okay...just- bring them back to me, please." Gaz let's out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. You're alive.
The rescue mission took a long time. Longer than Gaz would have liked. He was scared, scared of seeing the state you would be in. He didn't want to think about all the gory and bad images that swirled in his head.
Gaz was staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours and he didn't even realize how he drifted.
When he wakes up, his breath catches in his throat, you're standing there with that dump smile of yours. How long have you been standing there? He could instantly tell that you've been through a tough time, you looked a little bit thinner, your face was littered with bruises and Gaz didn't want to know how the rest of your body was doing. It seemed like you were already taken to the doctor, as you already had a cast on your arm and there seemed to be a lot less blood than he imagined there to be.
He wanted to jump up and hug, to kiss you all over and never let you go and he didn't even realize how he started crying.
You sat down next to him, pulling him into a gentle hug while telling him that everythings all right.
Price
“(Y/N)! (Y/N), please respond!”
Price’s tone was pleading, wanting nothing more than his partner to answer. But, the communications frequency was filled with static. “(Y/N), if you can hear me please, respond….fuck, please” He sounded defeated, the much needed response not coming through no matter how hard he tried to wish for it.
"(Y/N)?” Price’s voice was a low whisper in the end. But no matter how hard he was pleading. Begging. You were not responding.
"We’ll find (Y/N). They’re too stubborn to die,” Soap says, standing next to him, squeezing his shoulder gently. “And if they’re not?” “They’re just missing. We’ll find them,” He assures him. Remembering that only made Price’s heart hurt more. 
For three weeks he waited. Fot three weeks he hardly ate and slept. Three weeks of no messages.
Why Y/N? Why not me?
Y/N could be captured. They could be dead or hurt and waiting for help. You decades of experience under the belt, and the chances of you going down during a mission as simple as this one seem slim, but still possible.
Meanwhile...they took you to the other prisoners. The prisoners that you had to save. You felt deeply ashamed when you realized that he had completely and utterly failed. Completely failed.
It was dim and dirty in the little cell that you were held in.
In these three weeks you have grown a lot closer with the other prisoners. There were two girls, who were about your age and a boy, who was maybe around 17. You weren't physically hurt, but definetly weak. In these past few weeks you barely got any food, sleep, fresh air or water.
141 launched a rescue mission couple days after you went missing, but nothing turned up. But this time, they might have a lead. An old warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't heavily guarded, and their squad would definetly be able to get past them. He couldn't focus as they began planning the rescue. All he could think of was rushing ahead, jumping in the plane, taking every bastard who had touched you down with his bare hands. 
When they arrived Price was anything but his usual professional self, he came in he stormed through the pile of bodies littering the corridors of whatever this building was, firing shots at anyone not in a guard’s uniform. 
"Found them! Found Y/N!" Ghost shouted through the comms and Price sprinted through the hallways to the location Soap was at.
Price quickly helped you up, while the rest of 141 took care of the other people that were there with you. You were unsteady on your feet as you tried walking to the car. Price suggested he'd carry you, but you protested, telling him that it's okay and you can walk on you own.
Price swore that he would love, protect and be there for you for as long as he lived. There was nothing in this life he wanted more. Nothing was more important than you in this moment.
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angstkings · 17 days
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More actor au
Now for both black ops and modern warfare
Black ops
-adler sitting longer in make up, everyone takes the piss out of him
-Mason and woods dancing on sets, doesn't matter where or time they dance
-lazar snacking everywhere. People have talked about his snack stash none have found the stash
-someone leaving Googlie eyes around set and no where is safe
-Russell finally being able to be mean, his first time bad character in his career of acting
Modern warfare
-rudy forgetting English and speaking in Spanish, the entire scene
-background los vaqueros actors and shadow company being Dorks
-alejandro in the scene of enemies at the gate had punched graves and immediately apologies, soon after with a cackling graves
-farahs headscarf hitting her in the face in high windy scenes and she stands there unamused
-ghosts many masks being left around on set
-simon successfully stealing may props off set and now live on his wall or something
-makarov accidently breaking set, so goes from evil man to "Oh shoot..." tries to fix "sorry"
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powderrr · 17 days
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Gaz simply fell asleep on Nikolai's shoulder. The guy is too tired, and Nik doesn’t mind being the sergeant’s pillow.
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Газ просто уснул на плече Николая. Парень слишком устал,а Ник не против побыть подушкой сержанта.
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