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Imagine Intoxicated Sex With Ghost
CW:NSFW, MDNI, intoxicated sex (weed) Subbot Ghost, domtop Mreader, safe/sane/consensual, smoking, playing with hands, anal, recreational drug use.
Ghost doesn't like being inebriated. Even when out drinking with the lads at the nearest pub he'll never reach the point of intoxication where he can't drive a car or punch a man's lights out if he needs to. He saw what booze did to his pa, saw what the drugs did to Tommy, he doesn't want the Riley 'legacy' to dig it's roots into him — just the thought of it makes his stomach churn and his lungs feel like they're infested with black mold.
But sometimes when both of you are on leave, the battlefield miles away yet the lingering ache of it all filling his bones with static, he'll indulge in the weed his doc prescribed. It took him a while to be comfortable to use it, both with himself and you. But he trusts you, knows you won't do anything to him that you two hadn't agreed to prior; you're good for him like that.
Too good.
Making the blunt feels intimate in a way Ghost can't describe. The way you sit right next to him on the couch, both of you on even level, works to relax some of the usual tenseness in his spine. It's the careful glide of your knife along the cheap cigar to create a clean cut so you can empty the dried leaves into the trash that has his heart beating a little faster — then again, he's always liked the look of a knife in your hands and how precise you could be with it.
He'd die before he told you his thoughts, so he takes the empty cigar paper without a word and carefully measures how much of the weed he puts in, just a little shy of the recommended dose. He feels your nonjudgmental gaze on his fingers as he rolls the makeshift blunt, yours might be the only one that doesn't make his skin prickle with discomfort.
"You're getting better at that." You note. Ghost's blunt making skill isn't such a slop-job as it used to be when he first started doing this, but it's by no means pretty. "Practice some more and they might start looking half-assed."
"Sod off." The edge in his tone would cut deeper if he didn't bump his shoulder against yours. "At least I don't make 'em look like logs of shite."
"Mean." You tut but shoulder his weight without complaint and wrap an arm around his waist. He leans further on you until he ends up laying across your lap, his back pinning your legs down and his head resting on the couch arm, making himself comfortable like a cat in a sunning spot.
"What? Can't handle the truth?" He says, staring at the blunt in his hand. You don't rush him, sitting in comfortable silence with your hand loosely carding through his disheveled hair, fingers scratching his scalp and the soft blond strands curling at his nape for a few minutes while Simon prepares himself. You know he's ready when he pulls the face mask off his face, biting the end of the blunt between his teeth and turning his head towards you.
You reach to hold his jaw, the sensation of your fingers scraping against his stubble both electric and calming for him. With a small 'click' an equally small flame sparks at the tip of the lighter, the fire dances in his dark eyes as you hold it at the other end of the blunt until it's tip is ignited.
Simon holds the blunt with his fingers, eyes closing as he takes a deep and controlled breath. The smoke lazily crawls down his trachea to settle in his lungs, he holds his breath until there's a small tightness in his chest before breathing out just as slowly. It takes a couple more puffs before he can feel the vestiges of that lazy high begin to nibble on his nerves, eyes cracking open to look at your visage through the dancing smoke.
Weed takes the edge off life for him; the constant ache of his body is easy to forget when the pleasant buzz fills his skull, chest full of feathers and a deep floaty calmness settling in his bones. Only his spine feels weird, like his lower back is made of kinetic sand, muscles tensing and relaxing but even that works to calm him down, ground him to the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair.
When a low grunt escapes him you lean down, plucking the blunt from his lips to kiss him. This kiss isn't rushed like most of your intimacy needs to be — you have all the time in the world. Ghost opens his mouth and hums into the kiss, the taste of weed on his tongue as he lazily licks into your mouth and along your teeth, lingering whisps of smoke escaping through the crack of both of your lips.
You part so he can take another drag of the blunt, your warm lips leaving chaste kisses on his forehead, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, eyelids when he flutters them shut, and anywhere where you can reach. From the corner of his eye he sees you turn the Tv on, setting some cartoon on a low volume to further ease him into the mental space of calmness. Then your free hand reaches to loosely hold his own free hand, your thumb tracing the scars on the back of his hand.
Your hands don't wander any lower, letting him feel your warmth while he lazily finishes his blunt until it's gone. "You alright Si?" You ask.
"Like a hog in shite." He manages, tilting his head to further lean into your hand that's scratching his scalp. It's something he loves about you — the slow approach you like to take with him. Not just jumping straight to sex, though that's fun too, but sitting there with him, letting him ramble about who knows what while you two watch some shite cartoon, giving him sweet kisses when his hand tugs on your shirt.
It makes Simon's heart feel like it could leap from his chest if his ribs weren't in the way. Fuck, at times like these he could probably spill his heart out to you if the weed didn't line his tongue with lead. He still tries in his own way, taking your hand that's holding his and starting to play with your fingers. Following the lines of your palm with his thumb, curling your fingers and laying sloppy kisses along your knuckles, humming contently when you hold his jaw loosely and scrape your thumb against his stubble.
Simon doesn't know when he gets aroused. Only that one moment he's not, and by the time you two part from another lazy kiss he's tenting his sweatpants.
"Hey," Simon grunts, holding your hand by the wrist as he nibbles on your finger. "Want you."
"You already have me." You snort.
Even high as a kite Simon's not all too pleased with your humor, nipping your finger just at the edge of pain. "Smart arse." His lips follow his teeth to soothe the bite with a small kiss. "Want your cock."
Straight to the point, that one.
A small laugh escapes you, "Alright, alright." He grumbles like a bear roused from hibernation when you have him sit up. He grips your shirt to demand one more kiss from you, your lips distracting him so he doesn't notice when you pick him up. The face he makes is hilarious, like a dog that thinks he's too heavy to be picked up.
But he gets over it quickly, large arms wrapping around your neck to hold onto you as you stumble to the bedroom. A breath escapes him when you lay him down on the bed and he doesn't let go, resulting in you tumbling into bed on top of him. The curse you let out when you fall on him makes him giggle like a school boy.
He's absolutely no help when you try to take his clothes off, laying there like a sack of potatoes and only occasionally wriggling in place. Simon gives you an annoyed look and a chiding "Why'r you so slow?" when you have him lift his hips so you can slide his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his belly, a tiny drop of precum smearing against his skin.
"Because you're no help." You grunt, quickly taking your own clothes off. "Seriously Si, you're like trying to move a mountain."
But you don't mind him being like this. You love it, and you love him when he just huffs something under his breath and flops over on his front. He spreads his legs, his hard cock laying between his thighs and his hole just peeking out from between his cheeks. "Mhm," Humming Simon hugs the pillow, nuzzling his cheek into it as he gives you a lazy look, his pupils blown wide and eyes puffy. "Sounds like an excuse t'me."
Even with you it took him a while before he could turn his back to you like this, trust you like this.
"Fuck Simon, look at you." Gently you push another pillow under his hips to hike them up and the way he arches his back to grind his cock against it has your breath stuttering in your chest. You can't keep your hands off him, gingerly massaging the back of his thighs as you slowly trail up, purposely skipping over his ass to dig your thumbs into his lower back. "Gorgeous."
Simon lets out a slow breath as your fingers make the muscles relax, eyes closing and his back rippling as he melts into the sheets. "Well aren't you a charmer." His voice is mumbled into the pillow and the small wiggle of his ass he does to entice you is cute as hell. "C'mon." He nags, throwing the harshest glare he can at you. "Fuck me already." He demands, but he doesn't try to get up from his position, content to just lay and have you listen to his commands.
That's another thing side of Ghost you only see when he's high as a kite — he likes being a pillow prince, to give you orders and rest easy knowing you won't do anything he doesn't want. If it doesn't make your heart melt, that he trusts you like that, you don't know what will.
"Alright, alright," You placate him by finally groping his ass while you grab the lube on the nightstand with your other hand. You squirt a generous amount on your hand and warm it up between your fingers, settling between his legs in a way you can lay kisses along his spine while you slowly circle your fingers around his hole. You reach around with your other hand to lazily stroke him, the lube making the glide of your hand smooth and pleasant.
He's more vocal like this, a low half moan leaving him as Simon closes his eyes. Usually the feeling of a body looming over his back would have him tensing and bearing his teeth, but all he does now is breathe in and relax, muscles tensing for a fraction of a moment when your fingers breach him before he relaxes again. Simon's arms tense to hug the pillow tighter, the soft material muffling the soft moans and deeper grunts you pull from his chest with every small movement of your finger.
It's impossible for you not to tease him. "You like that, sweet prince?" But your tone is light and loving, pushing your finger deeper and distracting him from the small hints of pain the stretching of his muscles brings by stroking his cock more firmly, thumbing his cumhole.
Simon moans unabashedly and nods, biting the pillow and worrying it between his teeth when you push another finger inside him. "Mhm," He doesn't deny it. He can't deny it when the weed in his system makes the pleasure 10 times stronger, the usual electric pleasure now slowly replacing the marrow in his bones as your fingers twist and curl against his slick walls. "So good fer me." He mumbles.
Simon feels like he's floating on a cloud; Each kiss along his spine makes small shivers race down his limbs, the coldness of you pouring more lube over his hole complementing the heat of your hand around his cock, his drool soaking into the pillow and the sweetest sounds escaping him as you stretch him out. His cock leaks a constant stream of precum, his hips occasionally giving minute twitches to fuck into your hand but he's too relaxed to do more than that.
"Ready?" You ask when you think he's stretched enough, slowly pulling your fingers out of him. His hole clenches around nothing, dollops of slick lube escaping past his rim and running down his heavy balls; neither him nor his body is happy about the sudden lack of stimulation.
"Hurry." He orders, cracking an eye to watch you from the corner of his eye as you trail kisses up his spine until you're draped over him, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss while you lube your cock and line yourself up.
He moans into your mouth when the tip of your cock pops into him. "Fuck, yes lovie- just like that. . ." Your name sounds like honey on his tongue as you slide in deeper. His muscles contract and relax with each inch you push into him until he's left panting against the pillow when your balls finally rest against him. He's so hot around you, slick and pliant and trusting, blindly seeking you out for another kiss as you both adjust to the new position.
"Good?" You lazily stroke his cock again, feeling his back muscles ripple against your front as the pleasure washes over his system.
"Perfect." He moans and rolls his hips into your hand, simultaneously fucking himself onto your cock. "Move."
"Yes sir." You grin. You keep the pace slow and loving, a continuous and slow roll of your hips making your cock drag against his prostate. Reaching out to hold his free hand you rock your hips to meet his own movements. Each slow scrape of your cock against his walls has him whimpering, an occasional sharp thrust earning you a pleased moan, the pillow muffling the little breathy 'ah- hah-hm- ah' he makes when you grind your cock as deep as it'll go while rubbing his shaft.
Pleasure continues to build in his body, muscles tensing and relaxing, every single thought melting out of his skull save for your name that he moans like a prayer, your loving movements slowly and steadily turning Simon into a pile of goo. He doesn't even notice when he cums, it rushes through him like lightning striking a tree, pearly cum spurting over your hand as he shouts a loud "Fuck!".
You slow down only for a few seconds, long enough for him to come down from his high and begin grumbling and whining, showing you that he's nowhere near reaches his limit despite his cock softening in your hand. So you indulge his gluttonous side, starting to slowly thrust into him as you stroke his soft shaft. You cum eventually, his hole greedily clenching around you as you shoot your cum inside him and then keep going on fucking him until his voice becomes hoarse from screaming your name.
By the time you two are well and truly done you're both wrung dry, a sizable puddle of cum formed beneath his cock and his hole loose and lax, trying to clench around your cock and the cum you fucked deep inside him.
You use what sense you have in your skull that hadn't melted through your cock to roll you to over on the side so he's not laying in his own cum. Simon grunts when you attempt to pull out, gripping your hand as tightly as his relaxed muscles can until you get the message and lay back down, spooning him with your cock still deep inside him.
And fuck, the buzz of weed and pleasure from sex has him so loose and relaxed you could do anything to him and he wouldn't object. But you don't, simply cuddling up against his back and kissing his sweaty nape.
He loves you for that. He loves that he can trust you. He doesn't know when the last time was when he was this relaxed. A small giggle escapes him and he tilts his head back so you can lay kisses on his neck.
"Love you too Si." He hears you mutter against his ear before he falls asleep. And for the first time since the last time you two did this, does he sleep without the nightmares of a cold grave and a burning home haunting his dreams.
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Laswell:"You're doing a good job."
Soap, who's about to cry:"thanks, mom."
Laswell:"what?"
Soap:"what?"
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Roach:"Did you know if you don't sleep for a week you'll start hallucinating?"
Soap:"Sergeant, when was the last time you slept?"
Roach:"When was the last time you talked through your feelings?"
Soap:"Nice conversation."
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Soap:"I think little me would be proud."
Ghost:"little me would call me slurs."
Soap:
Soap:"at least you are opening up."
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Soap:"NO!"
Soap, Now on top of a table:" GET IT AWAY!"
Ghost:"It's just a dog."
Gaz, entering the room:"what the hell is Soap screaming about?"
Gaz, who just spotted the dog:
Gaz, on top of that table with Soap:"GET IT AWAY!!!!"
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For a fandom where the most popular ship is a gay one there sure is a lack of male x readers (please writers. I need gay shit.im on my knees(that's what she said) I'm begging)
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Gaz: "I'd let him hit if I was a chick."
Soap:
Soap:"why not let him hit right now?"
Gaz:"oh I do."
Gaz:"I'm just saying I'd still let him even if I was a chick."
Soap:"oh...same."
Ghost:"have a normal fucking conversation for once."
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Continuation of this but after Ghost convinces Soap he's telling the truth. Idk I'm just bored at this point
Ghost had expected a different reaction when Soap finally believed him. He doesn't know what he expected but it definitely wasn't Soap drunk out his mind crying into his chest. "My ghost is fucking gone." He said through sobs and gasps of air. Ghost hadn't really thought that deeply about it but it was likely the ghost who's body he was in was in his and that wasn't very lucky for him. Ghost wasn't good at comforting. He wasn't really good at the whole feelings thing. Maybe hugging was the proper response?
"You feel like him but I know you aren't. You sound like him too but you don't act like him. I wanted to marry him and now I just have to throw everything I wanted out cuz he's probably dead. Yet I have to look at someone puppeteering his corps every fucking day. I don't even get to have a fucking funeral for him!"
"I'm sorry, soap."
"it's not your fault. I know it's not. You didn't ask for this." Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was some fucked up way of grieving. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. "kiss me." Ghost's confusion was visible even with his face covered. "Please...I want to feel him. I just want to get a goodbye." It was unlike Soap to throw himself at people. Especially people he barely knew but did this even count as a stranger? Soap knew every inch of this body. He spent countless nights cuddled into it. The kisses felt the same physically but not emotionally. Soap was only able to get to feeling under Ghost's shirt before he broke down crying. This wasn't him. Soap knew that. His Ghost was gone.
Soap awoke the next morning in Ghost's bed, a place he had woken up in before. Unlike with his Ghost he didn't wake up with his arms around anybody. He looked over the edge of the bed to see Ghost sleeping on the floor. It was really over. He'd never get to hold his Ghost again. Just like how Ghost will never get to hold his Roach again. He can pretend Gary is him for as long as he wants but it's not him. Roach was dead. The difference between Soap and Ghost was that Soap accepted this. Ghost could play pretend but one day reality will catch up. Simon abandoned Gary for a reason. Ghost can only hope that reason doesn't catch up.
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I just read the entirety of your Ghostroach thingy, and can I just say, I want to sink my teeth into it and shake it around like a rabid dog?
Thank youðŸ˜
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Price:"BOY, IF YOU DON'T PUT THAT FUCKING GUN DOWN I SWEAR TO GOD!"
Ghost, silently disapproving:
Price:"OH DON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! ROOM NOW!"
Soap, to gaz:"...and they think them being father and son is a secret."
Gaz:"at least we know the lack of subtlety runs in the family."
*Price and Ghost are in fact not Father and Son.*
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Okay so the second mission you do in the original call of duty 4 modern warfare is a mission to save nikolai. So au idea. Him and Price having an established relationship and you are just a little bit too late to save him. Something like (Nikolai x price and price x soap)
As Soap shoots his way into the room he's quickly followed by Price and Gaz. When he finishes making sure the room is cleared he looks back to see price huddled over a body in the back of the room. His hands applying pressure on a wound to the man's neck. "Captain, is that our informant?' soap doesn't get a verbal reply but the way price acts gives him his answer. He may be new but soap knows this isn't how you react to just an informant being killed. The terror in Price's voice tells him that he's something more to him. Gaz tries to pull Price off of him only to be pushed away. God, Price looked ready to punch Gaz if he tried again. Soap helped carry his body to the chopper. The sounds that left Price's body haunted Soap. Pure pain. True Anguish was what soap saw that day. He never thought he'd see something like it again. That was until he was on a table with price standing over him begging for him not to go. Was this how Nikolai felt? It feels surprisingly selfish to die in your lover's arms. Soap wanted to apologize but it was too cold. The world was too dark. All he heard was those familiar cries. The cries he heard that day.
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I love soap so much I just wanna watch him die in every single tragic way. He's so cute.
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König:"So your entire team is fucking and you are just okay with that????"
Price:"do you think I care that my teammates and I are fucking the same person when I can literally die tomorrow?"
Soap, who just walked into the room :"omg does that mean I can fuck Nikolai?"
Price:"I'll shoot you where you stand, Sargent."
Soap:"but Gaz got to!"
Price:"Gaz what?"
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I'm not a writer but here's more of the idea
Soap sat outside that door for hours. a paper towel to his nose to stop the bleeding. It was a good hit. One of a trained soldier. Even if it was accidental. Which Soap knew it was. Every couple hours he'd try to get a response out of Simon. Anything. He just wanted to make sure Simon was okay. He never did get a response but that didn't stop him from trying. John was beating himself up over not listening to Simon. He made it worse. He didn't help him calm down at all. After 10 hours Ghost finally opened the door and Soap, who was barely awake, was there to greet him. It didn't take long to notice that he wasn't talking to Simon. Ghost's eyes were cold and distant. Simon never looked at him like that. "I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you. I kno-" soap doesn't get to finish his sentence before his world comes crashing down around him with one sentence. "Get out of my house." Soap can't read what ghost is thinking but they both know that this is a break up.
"Simon, what the fuck? Why?"
"My name is Ghost. get out, I'll drop your stuff off to you tomorrow."
When Soap felt an emotion he felt it big. He was always one to be petty during break ups but he just couldn't find it in him. This wasn't like other relationships where he found them cheating. This break up actually hurts. It felt as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest. "You're a pussy, Simon Riley. A fucking Pussy. Can't even break up with me without that dumb mask....such a pussy you wont even tell me why."
Soap found himself at a bar that morning. He didn't know how many pints down he was. All he knew was the man sitting next to him felt nice. His grip on his hip was familiar. Fuck it. He was single now. The man didn't look half bad from what he could see. Rebound Sex was easy. It always helped with other break ups. He turned to the man almost falling out of his seat as he does so.
"You wanna take me back to your house?" Soap's words were slurred as he spoke. He probably couldn't even walk by himself.
"yes, that's why I'm here. How drunk are you? It's 11 am!" Roach helped Soap out of his seat. The smell of shitty beer filling Roach's nostrils "Jesus, you couldn't even get the nice shit?"
Ghost spent that morning packing Soap's things. His clothes, the pots and pans he brought over when he found out Ghost didn't have any, every gift Soap had given to him tossed into a box like he didn't care. He scrubbed his entire house of anything to do with Soap. He threw it all into the trunk of his car and got into the driver's seat. He couldn't bring himself to turn on the car. He just sat there begging his hand to just turn the key. Instead he cried. No, he sobbed.
Tw: accidental hitting but I'll still say domestic abuse just to be safe. Ghost would never hit a romantic partner but I had this idea. (Also it's not at all romanticizing it)
Ghoap fanfic idea
Ghost having a panic attack like a really bad one. Soap trying to calm him down but it's not working. He's not listening when Ghost says between gasps of air to go away. Ghost isn't thinking straight. He's not processing that it's soap's hands on his wrists. He feels as if he's a child again. He feels the same terror he did as a kid. Just wishing his father would go away. Just wishing he'd stop hurting him. He just wants him to let go. In his panic to push his father away he hits him but it's not his father. It's Soap. Soap immediately grabs his nose letting out a grunt of pain. Ghost's eyes go wide as he See's blood drip from Soap's nose. "You got me good" Soap laughs, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't help. Ghost feels a deep sense of terror. Ghost locked himself in the bathroom for that entire night. The terror of believing he is like his father consuming him. He was supposed to break the cycle. God, he wasn't even supposed to fall in love but of course as soon as he does this happens. Maybe he should just break up with soap. It would be safer for soap.
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Roach:"I don't wanna."
Ghost:"you have to. You're the man in the relationship."
Roach:"So are you!!!"
Ghost:"nah...not for this."
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Soap, to ghost:"go fuck yourself!"
Rookie:"yeah, fuck off!"
Soap:"The fuck you just say to him? He's your superior so act like it!"
Rookie:
Rookie:"but he's your superior too?"
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Horangi:"Why the fuck was my boyfriend tied up and shoved into a trash can? Who did it?"
Gaz, who did it:"I have no clue."
Soap, who helped:"maybe he did it himself."
Ghost, who actually didn't do anything:"Damn wish I did it. That fucker is annoying."
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