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dimepdf · 1 year

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.+ 𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you miss König a lot, and every time he comes back, you make sure to make up for lost time.

pairing. König x reader

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, dating headcanons, established relationship, smitten, relationship fluff, size kink, height difference, slight dom/sub, slight choking, cowboy position, save a horse ride a cowboy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍 800+ w.c.

König as your broad nervous boyfriend is awkward not in the way that he stutters while trying to talk, but in the way that he simply cannot maintain eye contact without his third leg appearing.

König would be so afraid to even touch you sometimes since he's just towering over you and packed with so much muscle, and he's been literally trained to kill one of his fears, which is that he might accidentally break you into two.

And it doesn't completely help that you find that idea so fucking hot. Often would you tempt the poor man's neglected, touched starved soul.

Combing the nails of your fingers against his scalp as he rested his head against your thigh dozing off, cupping his chiseled jaw, and placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth leaving just a hint of sweet flavor from your lip balm that has him tongue dragging over his bottom lip every time as if he was starving for your kisses.

Unwinding him like a ball of string at your will, the second you crawl into Konig's lap, demanding his attention, straddling your thighs against his, he knows just from the look in your eyes just what you've been fidgeting all this time for.

The acrylic of your nails made crescent nail marks into the thick build of his neck as you tilted his head up, just like you had managed to take so much authority from him. König seemed to feel most at ease whenever he was in your presence.

Being out on the front lines and surviving all that trauma and violence König had practically grown up in the rough of the fields, knowing that he had gotten his footing in the military when he had just turned the required age too.

He was well aware that coping with his bad anxiety through violence and expressing his emotions solely through brutal combat was both dangerous and extremely unhealable.

Luckily, a new addiction came along to replace some of that pent-up hatred: the moment he had laid his eyes on you, he had fallen face-first in love with you.

You had always been the one to make the first move for everything, and if you hadn't introduced yourself and been forward with him the day you two had met, König was convinced that he just wouldn't have the guts to even look in your direction.

The six-foot-ten man with muscles bigger than the spread of your thigh who still managed to melt into a flustering mess of nothing every time you kissed him

König was everything you could have asked for and more in a man, whimpering at your small praise and strings of worship in your eyes.

When you first met König, he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Finally having a break from his mission, he and the crew took the night off to wind down with a few drinks at one of your town's bars.

It was impossible for König to blend in like the others, even sitting down, because his height made him stick out like a sore thumb.

You being the naturally born go-getter that saw the window of opportunity and snatched it.

It was your forwardness that also made König struggle to not stumble over every slightly suggestive comment that you made about him.

That forwardness was also the reason he would become a whining, sweaty mess, his hands gripping onto the cushions of your couch as if you were trying to snatch his soul.

The deep moans that slipped from his throat made him sound like a modern-day porn star from how needy you were riding him.

His head slouched back with his eyes squeezed shut, saying your name as if it were a prayer.

Just the sight of him all unraveled and begging had added fuel to the fire that had been lit inside. "Uh—ah, I missed you so much," he would whimper from under you.

You understood that his field of career had him traveling for long months, possibly to a different country every night, with the possibility that he wouldn't come home to you alive.

Which was why every time he did it, you showed König how much you had truly missed him by fucking the shit out of him.

Holding him down against the mattress with the weight of your body as you rode him, each thigh spread, straddling his hips in place, you met the pace of his needy thrusts.

You wanted to savor moments like these forever, knowing that you were the only one allowed to see König so desperate like this and that you were the only person that had the power to distract him from the job that he dedicated his entire life to.

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lunatiqez · 1 year

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“DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS 2” — Simon Riley x Reader

PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

GENRE: Hurt comfort/angst

SUMMARY: After the night at the party, Ghost has been acting differently. Once Y/N confronts him, he finally confesses.

WARNINGS: VERBAL ARGUMENTS, reader has a borderline panic attack, badly written angst

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

A/N: As always, thank you so so much to @lu-vin-it for proofreading!!! This is the second part to “Drunken Confessions”! Read that part first if you haven’t already!

EVER SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE PARTY, Ghost had been acting differently. You were sure that he wouldn’t remember it, which is why you never brought it up. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself if he actually was really drunk and didn’t mean anything he said.

He was distant and cold— even more so than before. Every time you entered a room he’d make up some excuse to leave. You acted like you didn’t care, but in reality, it broke your heart so much.

You’ve been crying yourself to sleep, too. That’s how much Simon affected you. That’s how much you cared about him. In all honesty, you didn’t even realize how in love you were with him.

“I’m sure he’s not meaning to, Bonnie.” Soap sighed and rubbed his temples.

“No, it’s not just a coincidence! He’s doing it on purpose, ever since the party he’s been so fucking distant. And it..” you paused. “It hurts, Johnny.” Soap looked at you with saddened eyes. He really wished he was better at comforting people, especially you.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and then you heard a shift in his movement.

“C’mere.” He uttered. You walked over to him hesitantly.

Suddenly, he pulled your arm and gave you a hug. You leaned into his muscular shoulders, eventually throwing your arms over them.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know how to help.” You pulled away and tears pricked your eyes.

“It’s okay, Johnny. Thank you.” You said gratefully. He smiled pitifully.

“I can talk to him, ya want that?” He offered.

“No, I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help ya.” And he left your room.

You really wanted him to talk to Simon, but you didn’t want to seem incapable of doing it yourself. It made you feel weak. You absolutely hated feeling weak. You knew you had to stand your ground because if you didn’t, Ghost would’ve thought lowly of you—if he hadn’t already.

You made up your mind that you wouldn’t ask, but demand Ghost to speak to you, hell, you’d demand he look in your direction if you had that amount of confidence.

That evening you were making your last meal of the day when you heard shuffling behind you. You didn’t bother to turn despite hearing the noises, figuring it was Soap getting his evening scotch.

“I think I’m gonna yell at him tomorrow, Johnny.” You said as you cut your sandwich in halves. The sounds stop. “I mean, who does he think he is? He can’t just act like I don’t exist-“ you turned around, expecting Soap to encourage your ideas, but you’re met with a masked man.

Fuck.

He looked at you, his eyes piercing you like daggers.

You hated those eyes. You hated how they made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You hated how they made you want to sob. You hated how they made you want to scream. You fucking hated them.

Ghost took a step back, he could tell you were clearly under distress, but you thought he was trying to avoid you again.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Simon.” You said frustratedly.

“Wh..” he breathed out, almost nervously.

“Why have you been avoiding me??” You asked bitterly, taking a step towards him.

“I haven’t been….” He said calmly.

“That’s bullshit.” You yelled. You took another step, making him back away. “Why have you been avoiding me?!” You exaggerated your words so he could—if he didn’t already—tell how upset you were with him.

“Y/N,” he muttered.

“What?! Are you gonna tell me some stupid fuckin’ lie again?” By now, you were almost face-to-face with him, you shoved your finger into his chest with force, and you felt him cringe at the feeling

“Can we go to my room?” He said, stepping towards you. You took a small, almost unnoticeable, step back.

You huffed from your nose, nodding. You hated giving into him, but it was impossible not to when he made you feel the way he did.

He began walking to his room and you stomped after him. He let you go in first, and then shut the door behind you two.

“So what the fuck’s going on, huh?” You demanded.

“Y/N, I don’t understan—“

“No. I don’t understand why you’ve been ignoring me! What the fuck did I do to you, Simon??”

“Don’t call me that, Y/N.”

“Why can’t I? It sure seemed like you wanted me to call you that a few nights ago!” You felt tears sting your eyes, as much as you hated caring about him this much, you couldn’t help it. He was silent for a moment. You crossed your arms, waiting for a reply.

“Just- don’t. Please.” He said, although it was more of an order than a plea.

You huffed out of frustration.

“You’re driving me crazy, Ghost. I don’t get it.” He looks at you with a puzzled look.

“Whatdya mean..?”

“I mean the night at the party! You told me you loved me! You told me you loved me ever since you first met me!” Finally, you broke down. It was like there was a dam behind your eyes that cracked into a million pieces.

“Oh.” He muttered.

“Oh?!” You said behind broken sobs. “That’s all you have to say?!”

“Y/N, I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say!” He raised his voice at you. You flinched slightly—something he didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard to deal with this shit!” His accent grew heavier the more frustrated he got.

“Maybe if you put aside your selfishness for one fucking second—” You borderline screamed at him.

With that, his eyes grew darker behind his mask. You could tell he was livid, and it terrified you. He stepped towards you, making you step back in fear.

“The fuck did you just say to me?!” He asked you menacingly. This is the first time you’ve felt genuine fear in god knows how long.

“You think you’re the only one dealin’ with something right now?! I’m fucking terrified, Y/N.” At this point he had cornered you in his room. He took a step further and you finally snapped.

Your body started shaking and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. The air was heavy and hot, you couldn’t focus on anything. Your face went numb and you curled into yourself.

All of the sudden, it went quiet. You were far too scared to look at him, but you couldn’t tell what was going on.

“Y/N, I—“ he immediately softened, finally noticing how in distress you were. He was quiet, but you could hear his shaky breaths. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He reached his arm out, and you turned almost fully away from him.

He dropped his hand straight away and kneeled down, hoping to make himself look less scary. You could see from your peripheral vision how shameful he looked. After what seemed like an eternity, you turned toward him. He looked up at you, the moonlight illuminating the glistening tears in his eyes.

“I really do love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry— for everything.” He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they soaked into his mask before he could.

You bent down, feeling nothing but pity for him. He didn’t wait for you to respond.

“You were right..I am selfish. I was too embarrassed to say anything after that night…I’m so fucking sorry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

In a few swift movements, you snaked yourself around his figure, hugging him. He was rather surprised, and hesitated to hug you back.

“No, I’m sorry. I probably wasn’t making it very easy, huh?” You laughed between sniffles.

“Oh you have no idea.” He said sarcastically, hugging you back this time.

You stayed there for a moment, embracing each others touch in any way that you could. You then pulled away from him, at this point, you were straddling his lap. You looked into his teary eyes, cupping his face in your hands. You slid them down to the edge of his mask, silently asking if you could pull it up. He nodded, allowing you to do so.

You slowly pulled it up, revealing his lips, then his nose, his eye bags, and finally his eyes. You took in his features as much as you could, not knowing the next time you would see him this vulnerable.

“Simon?” You asked, not knowing if you were allowed to call him that.

“Hm?” He purred quietly.

“I think I love you too.”

He leaned in slightly, yearning to kiss you. You gladly reciprocated his actions, kissing him back.

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bicmason · 8 months

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Alphabet NSFW — Simon "Ghost" Riley.

★ Synopsis: An alphabetical list of Simon's sex life with Reader!

★ Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, Mentions of abuse/rape, some kinks, not reviewed, NSFW (yk yk).

A = Cuidados posteriores (como são depois do sexo)

– He hugs you, sighing and smiling at you.

> "It was good, right? I hope I didn't hurt you too much..."

– He says many things in your ear, caressing your skin before getting up.

> "Shall we take a shower? Or would you prefer to stay in bed a little longer?"

– Normally, he prefers for you to take a shower, but if you ask him with that smile of yours that melts his heart, he will stay in bed, just cuddling and resting in each other's presence.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

– I think Simon is a breast man. Whether they are small or big, he loves your breasts. He loves to suck them, make them dirty, and then rest on them. It has a good meaning for him. He feels good and comfortable.

– And for him, he likes his voice. He loves how whispering some dirty things in your ear makes you want to fuck him right then and there. The way that when he comes up behind you, whispering how beautiful you look today and every day, you grunt softly, looking at him with doe eyes without him even touching you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

– This man loves cumming on your breasts! please let him do this.

> "Your breasts look so beautiful with my cum on them..." He says in his arrogant voice, spreading his cum on your nipples right before sucking on them.

– And also, inside you. God, the sight of you in a post-orgasm mess, with his cum leaking out of you? This man is ready to fuck you again!! :(

– He has the feeling and certainty that you are his, his to fill and fuck until you get tired, and after that, you are his also to love and be able to trust.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

– As much as he hates showing many things to you in public, his mind has wandered once or twice to the idea of fucking you in front of people. Of course, in a place that is not commonly seen, but soldiers definitely pass by there.

– The idea wandered into his mind, but he quickly brushed them aside, after all you are his, and only his, he doesn't want to share the sight of your beautiful body with the guys.

– As a bonus, he also took a pair of your panties to the missions. He loves masturbating to them, since he doesn't have your touch, at least something with your smell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

– He is experienced, just not very experienced. He knows he's going to slam his heavy balls against your ass until he cums, but what about you? He doesn't know what to do here.

– You'd have to teach him a thing or two, since he's never really been interested in making a woman come, but now you're HIS woman. He NEEDS you to scream his name as he makes you cum.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

– A classic, missionary. He loves seeing your face as he cums. It simply makes him want to go deeper into you.

> “Fuckk, you look so beautiful rolling your eyes, baby...” He murmurs above you, smiling before burying his face in the crook of your neck as he moans and grunts, sinking deeper into you.

– God, he loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He wants you to sit on him, he will hold your thighs from behind and lift you up, watching his dick move in and out of your tight pussy. You lean back into his chest as he lifts you up so easily, kissing your neck from behind as he tells you to keep watching his cock sink into you. Damn, Simon would easily come in that position.

> "Oh fuckkk- yeah, watch your greedy pussy swallow my cock... keep your eyes open, baby." He murmurs, positioning himself behind you, not letting you lean back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

– He's not too serious. If something funny happens, or you start to smile at something silly that happened there, he will smile back.

> After hearing the funny sound your pussy made as he sank into you, you laughed softly, earning a smile from him before he pulled out his dick and slammed it back inside you, drawing a loud moan from your throat. "I think this sound is better, my love"

– But still, he's not making jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

– He has a happy trail. It's trimmed, but still visible because he knows when you like it.

– Generally, always well trimmed. And yes, the rugs match the curtains.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

– As I said before, he never worried about making a woman come, not before he met you.

– Simply, when you came the first time while he continued fucking you, he took it to another level.

– He considers it too intimate. The idea that you, his lover, who he loves so much, is there feeling the same pleasure as him is overwhelming his little heart :((

– He also wouldn’t have sex with you so quickly at the beginning of the relationship. It would take a few months for him to feel like he can trust you, to know that you won't touch him just for fun, but because you love him too.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

– He has masturbated countless times on missions, always moaning and whimpering your name, missing you, your touch.

– If you ask, he will love to masturbate in front of you. He likes to see your bright eyes when he moans your name, fist shaking, knowing how wet you are.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

– Domination. He loves to dominate you there, being your Top while watching your beautifully crying face as he fucks you so good, knowing he is going to ruin you.

– He’s a Switch too by the way. He loves being on top of you, dominating you, but he also loves being your good boy, rocking his hips up while you tease his dick with your cute hand :((

– Praise/worship. He just loves praising you. Making you feel special while honestly treating you like a slut for nothing more than fucking you hard. But, it can also be gentle. This man is just very smart at knowing what you prefer, whether you want him to be rough or passionate.

– Dacryphilia. Sorry, but he likes it. Not in the sense that you are forced, or that he is excited to see you cry over sad things. He just likes the idea that you're crying for something good. Whether it was because he fucked you so well, or because of a gift he gave you and you were very moved :((

– Call you mommy. It happened once, he said it so quietly that you almost didn't hear it. He feels so good with you, it's almost the comfort of a mother for him :((

> "Hell— yes mommy, take my dick, um? Let me make you feel good on my dick, let me fuck you so hard..."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

– He's a homebody - probably his room, or in the living room? Or in the bathroom? Or better yet, anywhere at home? He is in.

– Also, if you go out to some very isolated place - some beach where you are far enough away from people - he will be fucking you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

– So he needs your touch. The sight of you could motivate him a lot. Just the sight of your ass in those tight pants could make him want to stroke his dick right now, in front of everyone :(

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

– Any type of Kink involving CNC/abuse/rape. He can't, just the mention of it makes his stomach turn.

– Also, foodplay. He's disgusted by it, he just isn't.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

– He's so good with his fingers. God. Just imagine him with the mask halfway down his face, just his mouth uncovered as he gives you the best oral you could ever have. This man will make you roll your eyes so much that you almost think they wouldn't come back again.

– Or him giving you kisses, from your waist to your clitoris, licking and sucking so greedily, sticking his fingers deep inside you while making the most beautiful sounds you could hear when he feels you squeezing his fingers and cumming on his tongue, your body writhing above him, making you so beautiful and tearful for any touch. ^^

– Or better yet, be his queen and sit on your throne (his face). God, he's going to suck you, lick you, his hands holding your hips in place as he sticks his tongue so deliciously into your pussy while his nose brushes and rubs your sensitive clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

– As I said, he is smart at knowing what you want. Do you want affection and being held while you hear whispers of how good you are for him, taking his big dick so well? He will do it. Do you want to be fucked like the good whore you are for him, making you drool and tremble while you cum for the 4th time on his dick? Oh yes he will love doing this.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

– He's kind of a middle-of-the-road guy with this, mainly because it usually involves being in public. If it's really necessary, he's fine with making you roll your eyes in a random bathroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

– Nah, he doesn’t like risks. He prefers the comfort and secrecy of his home. But, as I said above, if necessary…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

– He goes as many rounds as you want, but he himself wouldn't like much more than 2 or 3 rounds. They are long, however. He prefers to make you cum before sinking himself inside your tight pussy :((

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

– He may have one or two toys, but all of them to use on you. Maybe one day you're off work and everyone in the barracks will go out drinking. Unfortunately for you, Simon was a little irritated, and you suffered with the vibrator in your pussy, constantly increasing the speed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

– He’s not very provocative, really. He may caress you or whisper something in your ear innocently, but he doesn't do it to tease you, he just really enjoys touching you and praising you in the comfort of your home.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

– He will grunt, moan, whisper praises to you, but it's all against your skin. He moans lowly, but it's still moans that make you so wet-

> "Oh God- fuck, you- so tight... keep being a good girl, hm? take my cock..."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

– Once you were in a kiss so hot that you didn't even realize where you were going. When he went to release you onto the bed, he ended up placing you too far on the edge, which made you almost fall to the floor. You laughed and he fucking bred you <3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

– Simon has the vibe of a dick that’s not too big but really thick!

– With 6.5 in size and 7 in width, God, it satisfies you a lot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

– It's not as tall as you might expect it to be. He will want to fuck you all the time, yes, if you take the initiative. Otherwise, only when he really needs you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

– He doesn't sleep so quickly, preferring to stay on guard, watching you sleep. Or else the two of you would stay talking until he finally got sleepy, sleeping cuddled together, with his face buried in your breasts <3

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scoobstarr · 1 year

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𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗖𝗦

— simon “ghost” riley x black! fem! reader.

SYNOPSIS — small headcanons of what it’s like when ghost comes home to you after your very long months away from one another. face time calls aren’t getting anything done, so now you have a hulking sex crazed soldier wanting you.

WARNINGS — interracial relationship! the reader has bipoc features! (maybe) ooc ghost, a bit of ghostsoap (platonic), hints of sex toward the end. kinda crackfic ig??

WORD COUNT — 1.173k

—★. . . SIMON loves him some you. that’s all there is to it. after a long while of being on base and completing missions for around six to eight months, he is more than ready to come to you. as soon as he walks through the door, you would give him time to set his things down.

— there is no telling what he’s seen while being gone so you do give him some space until he’s comfortable enough to bring you into a small hug with his forehead pressed against yours.

— he’d keep his mask on for a bit and then take it off once he feel he’s settled. your way of comforting him is by cooking him a big meal. he’s a sucker for your cooking but you’ll never hear him say it. he’ll unknowingly show it sometimes though. cooking was also your love language, and he did have a hard time with his feelings so you like to express yours through cooking instead of overwhelming him with questions.

— simon would give you small signals instead of telling you that he wants you to be closer to him. like he may stare at you and wait until you ask or just gently nudge his leg or head against yours. he has a habit of tapping his finger against your thigh or caressing your knee.

— he doesn’t hate when you call him your soft pretty boy. may make him a bit uncomfortable because he’s never really been called pretty before, but he doesn’t say anything really. whenever you get the chance you will always tell him that he’s handsome or as you’d say sometimes, “you’re so damn fine simon.”

— you would do so while stroking his face with your thumb, “you’re really such a soft beautiful man”, to which he’d grunt out. “m’ not soft. i’m a fucking killer.”, simon would try to take on his usual lieutenant voice but with the way you stare at him it’s kinda hard to do so.

— it’s been military food and mre’s the entire times he’s been gone and he hated it to his core. he started to loathe only using salt and pepper to give his food a bit of seasoning. there were some days where he didn’t eat at all and lived off water but he knew if you figured out you would probably kick his ass.

— nonetheless you cook your man a hearty dinner that could probably feed then entire 141st task force. simon is a big man so he would probably go back for seconds or thirds while he talks about the scottish soldier he “hates”.

— “you said he’s scottish right baby?” — “mm.”, simon would talk about soap a lot and you started to see that he may have taken a liking to the scottish man. what was even funnier about the whole interaction is when he attempted the accent.

— “ he’s a good man. likes my army humor.”, he mutters while side eyeing you. you didn’t think they were funny. like at all. you always told him he wasn’t good at telling jokes and you meant it. but he didn’t care of course, he’d tell them to tease you and for his own pleasure.

— not that it matters but, he would let you clean his finger nails. simon wasn’t a dirty man (non sexual wise) but there were days where he wasn’t able to shower at all. especially when it came to missions. he was use to living with his own stink for a long period of time. and you hated it. but you know it came with the job.

— anyways, when he’s home from base he would give you his hands and let you clean the dirt from his nails. it was a pet peeve of yours, and you hated dirty nails. it took a while for him to trust you but he was kind of use to things like this when it came to you.

— you even washed his gloves and masks before. at first he was reluctant, with his mindset he only thought, “why in fucking hell do my nails need to be cleaned? i carry a gun for god sakes”, but you instantly hit him back with, “you’re not sticking them dirty ass fingers in my pussy simon.”, and he goes quiet immediately.

— imagine soap accidentally peeping ghosts hands one day, when he’s without his gloves. he was slightly intrigued and wanted to know why his l.t kept his nails so good looking. if only he knew though.

— likes it when you kiss his scars and run your fingers through his hair especially when your nails are done, reassure him too. you know he doesn’t do much talking unless necessary but your gestures and actions of comfort are enough to calm him. he likes to take in your scent when you’re both close.

— showering together would be the best part of this all. this is usually where the sex starts to roll in. he hasn’t been able to touch you in months. now that you were here in front of him all naked and wet with his 6’4 figure towering over you — he was gonna lay it all on you here and now. aaand maybe in the bedroom.

— he’d try to be slick about it first. wrapping his arms around you slow and kissing your neck while you let the water cover your bodies. and you’d press right against him with a grin because you knew exactly how this man moved.

— “can’t keep your hands to yourself for long hm?” — “damn right sweetheart.”, and you would never turn him down because you’d been missing him too. simon wasn’t one for making love most of the time. I feel like he’d only do it if he was put in a life or death situation on a mission, but ghost isn’t one to get scared about those things.

— anyways simon would start off slow and sensual at first, dick pressed firmly against your backside as his hands make purchase on your throat and his lips attaching themselves to whatever part of your skin they could. his hard body molded right against yours.

— his first night back would be filled with him making you cum more than one time, loves giving head more than receiving. he’ll lap at your puffy pussy until his mouth and jaw are covered in your release. begging wouldn’t stop this man at all, when he’s hungry he’s gonna eat.

— simon would breed your pussy to the point where your folds would be coated in both of your juices and a white ring would form around his cock every time he pushed into you. it would be kinda crazy to ask if he was trying to give you a baby with the way he was fucking you.

— he would take you nice and deep in missionary first, thick brown legs on his broad shoulders while his hips moved at a punishing pace, your pretty tits bouncing with every thrust he delivered. you would be pretty loud, simon would fuck all the shit he’s built up right into your creamy cunt until you’re shaking and reduced to nothing but mumbling whimpers.

— doggy style would be his favorite. he feels like he can take you deeper from that position, and you would agree. months away from you and it was like welcoming home a dog in heat. you would both agree that sex is better when he’s been away for a long time. sex is always good with simon regardless of that fact though.

— back arched to perfection and ass high in the air just for him, nails digging into the pillow as he took you from behind like an animal. his firm hands on your waist as his pelvis collided with your ass—and the recoil is what would turn him on the most. simon is an ass man, no doubt.

— “fuck. thats right, take this cock.” - “good girl.” , simon will let out subtle praises, groans, and the deepest whimpers in your ears. very hot coming from him. and you love it. you will fully indulge in his kinks because you loved pleasuring him more.

— you also love hearing simon talk you through sex. brought you to an orgasm faster than you could think, maybe it was his heavy accented voice or the way he had that he would speak really low and deep to you while knocking the mario coins out of your pussy.

— when he asks “who’s pussy is this?” or “you’re all fucked out love”, it really takes a toll on you. anything this man does with buried inside your sex can make you cum. he had that affect on you and he knew it.

𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥©

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #ghost headcanons #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warefare 2 #ghost x black reader #bwwm wmbw #ghost mw2 #ghost x black!reader #'🦴 ━ joestazs ˚#'🍵━━ scoobysnacks ★ ˚

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amourlyns · 10 months

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⠀ 「 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ König was obviously still your best, not them.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀König ex!KorTac!gn reader ✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀ Just a short little drabble. Inspired Giveon’s 〞 Still your best 〞 lmk if I should finish it! ➜ masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | IT’S ALMOST TOO DISRESPECTFUL… they’re a downgrade you knew it. They’re supposed to take his place in your heart? He would always be your best.

Like… Are you serious? Are you kidding? Whats the deal? König’s jaw would shift and grind, molars cause a familiar sensation in his mouth. Discomfort.

If he was being honest, seeing this whole thing made him uncomfortable. He knew you best, inside and out. It was König who knew your body best, not them.

Why did a couple rounds of drinks piss him off so much? You guys broke up three weeks ago— he should be over it, right? Wrong.

He couldn’t, and he shouldn’t. König is too trained on the way your lips cup the edge of your whisky glass, sipping the amber liquid with a tentative sip.

It feels like you’re almost mocking him, with the way your throat bobs and the way you lick your lips. The worse part about it was the fact that you weren’t even looking at him, or paying him any mind. Now on the other hand, you could feel everything.

You could feel the way his gaze burns thorough your skull, it felt like he was staring into your soul.

See, the funny thing about this was the fact that he couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t to say anything to you with all these people around, all these eyes. Maybe he would whisk you away later on.

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lights-on-the-ridge · 4 months

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why is it that on apple products my art is so vibrant and pinkish but on my samsung its damn near black and white😭

#i can never tell if my art looks right bc of it💔#digital art struggle #call of duty #?#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★#reids art

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running-mazes--moved · 2 years

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as requested by my wonderful qpp ( @satan-incarnate-666 ), here's some modern warfare 2 rangers content !!

post mission, ramirez thinkin real hard and a few headcanons sprinkled in for ✨ spice ✨

read it on ao3 here

#✁ published works #★ call of duty #★ cod mw2 #✧ the rangers ( mw2 )#✦ james ramirez #✦ sgt. foley

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fawnchives · 7 months

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who is this and why is it literally simon riley.

#★ 𓂃 𝓶. is speaking . . .#especially on the eye contact…that man loves eye contact.#call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. + 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request?

synopsis. since the moment that Ghost laid eyes on you, he has sworn to be smitten. too bad you are Soap's girl.

pairing. simon “ghost” riley x reader , johnny “soap” mactavish x reader

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot, smut, hard pinning, semi public sex, sub!ghost, power kink, degradation kink, mommy issues, voice kink, humiliation, i know nothing about COD just here for my masked meow meow | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Simon was no saint: sure, he credited himself for being a morally "sometimes" correct person with pretty decent values.

That alone should have been enough to build a platform on top of the truly irrational thoughts that would swirl in his thick skull and had only gotten worse since the day he joined the forces.

He had blamed his rough upbringing for a lot of things since the day he was born, but being as touched deprived as he was now was definitely one of the things he could check at the top of his list as the cause of his crippling mommy issues, and boy was your appearance only adding fuel to the fire.

Being deployed was something he had just gotten used to, the feeling of never really settling down and always being on guard, and being used to having eyes at the back of his head.

But there was one thing Simon could never quite figure out, something that seemed to come naturally to his charming pal Johnny, and that was women.

When Soap had first hinted to Ghost about him being in a two-year relationship so suddenly out of the blue a few months before you even managed to show your face. It was like playing a perplexing game of Where's Waldo to piece together the mystery woman about whom his partner was making risque jokes in their conversations.

At first, Simon just wanted to throw in the towel and was entirely convinced that you were just a figment of the soldier's imagination, not that he would blame him.

Simon understood that the battlefield is a pretty lonely place and wouldn't judge his friend for losing a couple of marbles along the way, but if Johnny was losing some of his rockers, he wouldn’t prefer the delusion to continue on for too long.

Before he could step in and pull the plug, your official appearance had almost knocked the wind from his chest like a brick straight to the heart.

Throughout the period that you were just a pieced-together image from the shitty descriptive words Johnny had used to describe you, Simon almost stumbled the moment he had laid eyes on you.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't had the opportunity to fully look at a woman in the way he was able to look at you, but words couldn't describe how your features had him struggling to tear his gaze away.

Luckily, his broadening and usually quiet demeanor were enough to cover up his pure awkwardness during your first introduction.

Struggling to form a normal question or even his name, Johnny introduces him with a dismissive pat on the shoulder before moving on and rounding up the rest of the team.

Since this, your appearance has been like a plague to him, like an infection burning under his skin, blurring the line between what is wrong and what is right.

If anything, you seemed to want to spread the infection even further from the way you would always try to joke with him, how you were always the only one to get handsy with him when talking, how you would always stand up for him when Soap would do his usual teasing, how your voice would always turn soft when you spoke to him, and despite all of that, you had still been in a loving relationship with Johnny, and yet Simon just couldn't shake you from his head.

You had him so smitten, like a stray puppy just looking for some sort of attention, and your mere existence was the bone of his dreams (literally and figuratively).

You had him staying up late at night with his makeshift mattress and a bundle of blankets to form the most comfortable cot he could build out in the middle of some country he had forgotten the name of.

Night had fallen, and the team decided it would be best to set up camp not far from the target's resting place in a nearby cleared-out lot.

Most people would have been thrilled to get a few extra hours of sleep to unwind after all the violence, but for Simon, those quiet moments were the fucking worst, and his erection, straining against his pants, begging for any ounce of attention as it pulsed against his briefs, only proved his point later on.

As everyone parted ways, not too far but not too close, Simon thought that he had spread out just enough away from everyone, alone in an empty room, to spread out and attempt to find his comfort against the rough hardwood flooring, but the moment he had heard the shuffle next door, his body was as still as a board.

Apparently, Simon wasn’t the only one looking for some alone time for the night.

The noises coming from the other side of the room that you and Johnny had occupied left Simon feeling like he was standing right there next to you as you two went at it.

He could only guess that you were pressed against the wall and being lifted into some sort of position that had you whimpering out Johnny's name and moaning out how big he felt inside of you and whimpering about how good he felt.

Simon would remember how he sat against the wall, listening to every moan and plea of pleasure that came from your mouth.

Simon knew that he was in dangerous territory the moment his fingers crept past the waistband of his pants and dipped into his underwear to relieve the growing problem tenting in his pants.

It was wrong to imagine fucking your best friend's fucking hot girlfriend, but in his defense, you just sounded so sweet, begging for dick.

Simon was just convinced it was like you wanted him to hear those sweet little whines.

His hips bucked in at the brush of his cold fingers wrapping around his hilt.

The sensation, paired with the sound of your hiccuping moans, sent a jolt of pleasure through his senses.

All he could hear was you as his hand fell in the humiliating action of jerking himself off.

His breath caught in his throat as his head slouched against the wall with a small thump, his heart skipping a beat at the noise but quickly ignored it as your sounds didn't seem to stop, reminding him that you were probably too busy getting your brains fucked out to listen to every little sound.

If anything, just the sheer realization sparked Simon to want to be louder—the thought of wanting to push that bar as far as he possibly could to the point where you would catch him in the act of pleasuring himself from the sound of your voice alone.

The thought of you punishing him for doing something so wrong—for touching himself without your permission—is terrifyingly arousing.

At the image, he let out a gasp, his mouth open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his hand quickened as he fisted his hands tighter at the scenarios of you controlling him, leaving him strung onto every command.

As your pleas became less and less audible, the bliss grew stronger and stronger.

Simon wanted to get familiar with the sound, with the noise of your orgasm creeping just around the corner.

As he could only make do with his hand, he imagined the feeling of being inside of you, the warmth of your walls, and as he brought himself closer to his own edge, the thick ribbons of cum shot from him with a grunt that followed just after yours.

The post-nut clarity left him catching his breath, yanking his mess-covered hand out of the front of his pants, and staring at everything that had unfolded with a hard, annoyed grunt.

God how he wished that he could have you.

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“DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS” — Simon Riley

PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Soap decides that a night out would be beneficial to his two best friends, Ghost and Y/N; however, Ghost has something he’s been hiding from Y/N

WARNINGS: Alcohol, drinking, flirting under the influence (??), mutual pining, sappy little babygirl ghost

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Tysm to @lu-vin-it for proofreading my fic even though u don’t have a clue ab COD!! PART TWO

YOU’D NEVER KNOWN SIMON “GHOST”Riley very well. He was just another guy in the 141, and at most, one of Soap’s buddies. In all honesty, you were terrified of the man.

His big figure, his deep voice, his dark mannerisms— hell, the way he didn’t show his face to anyone even freaked you out. Despite this, you would often catch yourself admiring him from afar. Sneakily watching him in the training room, catching glances at him in the base late at night. Occasionally, he’d catch you, making you internally panic.

The strange thing is, he’d continue staring. It was as if he was a predator stalking his prey. He wouldn’t look away until something else caught his attention.

“I dunno, Soap. It’s just— ugh! I don’t know!” You groaned in frustration.

“Yeah, I hear ya.” He says, leaning against your room’s doorframe.

You sat up from your bed and looked him in the face.

“He’s- there’s somethin’ about him. He’s terrifying but weirdly charming.”

“Ah well, y’know. He’s not my type personally—“

“Shut the fuck up Johnny.” You snorted, to which he shrugged.

“I’ve seen him eyefucking you quite a bit, Chaos.”

“I told you to quit callin me th— wait what?” He snickered.

“Yeah, you heard me. And I know you see it too, every time you see him staring at you’s you go crazy.”

“Tell me you’re lying.” You said in awe.

“Have I ever been one to deceive?”

“No.” You huffed, embarrassed.

“Yeah, well, if ya need me to talk to the guy, let me know. I’m sure I can get you two set up.” He starts heading back to his room, only looking back to wink at you.

You stayed up all night, wondering if you were really that obvious.

‘This is stupid,’ you thought to yourself. Why were you staying up thinking about a boy like you were a middle schooler? Frankly, no one could waterboard this information out of you. You could feel the tips of your ears warming. You tossed and turned, the bed creaking with every shift in movement.

The next morning, you walked into the mess hall to be greeted by Ghost and Soap. The burly man, once again, catching eye contact with you. You looked away swiftly, a string of profanities escaping your mouth under your breath.

“Soap,” you greeted.

“Mornin’ Chaos. Sleep well?”

“Quit calling me that,” you grunted. You stepped between him and Ghost to start the coffee maker.

“Morning Ghost.” You said, praying to the lords that your nervousness couldn’t be heard in your voice.

He nodded in response. You smiled slightly at him, not bothering to see if he would smile back.

“Laswell wants us to all go on a run together.” Soap leaned against the counter. Both you and Ghost look at him, puzzled.

“I’m just as confused as the two of you’s.” He chuckles. You glared at him, knowing that Laswell did not put the three of you up for a “run.”

“Apparently, we’re just s’posed to scout around, look for anything that seems..uh..fishy.” Johnny elaborated.

“Alright. When?” Ghost asked gruffly. You startled a bit, it was as if you hadn't heard his voice in ages.

“Tonight.” You sighed. You were really hoping to get a night to focus on yourself.

“It won’t be that bad, Chaos. Just a little trip, ya know? You’ll be just fine.” He said in an attempt to console you.

“A drive around? That’s it, right?” Ghost asked, completely ignoring your presence. How could he go from staring into your soul to not even acknowledging your existence?

“Sounds like it.” Soap responded to him.

“I’ll be there.” Ghost said—as if he hadn’t been “there” for every mission ever. You gave him a quick glance, only to see him looking right back at you.

Finally, you stepped out from the middle of them.

“Where ya goin’?” Soap called to you.

“Gonna go enjoy my alone time while I still have it!” You said snarkily. You could hear him chuckle to Ghost as you walked off.

When you got to your room, you shut the door swiftly and sat on the bed. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ is what you thought to yourself. How could Soap do this to you? It wasn’t like Ghost actually took any interest in you— couldn’t Soap see that? He looked like he absolutely hated your guts.

A couple of hours later,, you got ready to go.

“We’ll be taking the Jeep. It’ll just be through Los Vaqueros. Nothin’ too dangerous,” Soap explained. “Oh yeah- I’ll be driving.”

You sighed. He knew you didn’t like when he drove— he was reckless.

“Okay, well I’m taking the passenger. That means Ghost’ll have to sit in the back.” You sighed.

“Alright. Let's go.” Ghost said as he was leaving the base.

The sun was setting, so you knew the three of you would be going around looking for shit that didn’t exist. Soaps smart enough to scout during the day.

“We’re gonna be meetin’ up with Alejandro Vargas.” You sighed to yourself.

“Oh come on. He’s not that bad’o company, is he?”

“Never said that,” you retorted.

“Stop your bickerin’ and let’s get a move on, yeah? Quicker we get it done the quicker we can come back.” Ghost groaned.

With that, the three of you hopped into the Jeep, Soap getting into the driver’s side, you in the passenger’s side, and Ghost in the back. You made little to no effort to make small talk, seeing as Alejandro would be the one to take that job as soon as he got into the vehicle.

After driving for a while, Soap slowed down to a brightly lit building. You could hear faint voices along with cheerful music. You looked at the man skeptically, and he responded to your expression with a warm smile.

You then turned to Ghost, who was making the same expression towards Soap—except he looked more annoyed than suspicious. The two of you looked at each other, and you swore his eyes softened at your sight. It must’ve been your eyes tricking you, right? There’s no way someone like Ghost could look at someone like you the way he just did.

“Y/N?” Soap asked you, wrecking your train of thought.

“Yeah?” You snapped back into reality.

“C’mon mate.” He motioned you to get out of the car, as he and Ghost were already out.

“Yeah, sorry.” You responded. You hurried out of the vehicle and went to stand by him.

“Uh..what is this?” You asked him.

“What’s it look like? A party.”

“A party?” You turned to him.

“Yeah! Figured my best buds could use some time to unwind— just for the night, at least.” He grinned.

“This is stupid.” Ghost grumbled under his breath.

“Ah, you two’ll love it. Now let’s go! Can’t keep Alejandro waitin’ now, can we?”

“But I thought he was supposed to be showing us around?” You asked.

“Ah ah,” Johnny said. “I said we’d be meetin’ up with him.” He then rushed the two of you into the building.

When the door opened, you saw all sorts of people. They were all laughing and having fun— you tried to hide your relieved smile. Alejandro noticed you as you walked in, and he dashed over to the three of you.

“Hey, amigos! Glad you could make it,” he greeted Soap with a handshake, doing the same with Ghost.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Soap said.

Alejandro chuckled. “So I take it these two didn’t know what they were getting into, yeah? Based on this one’s face” he gestured towards you.

“I don’t make it that obvious, do I?” You gave him a friendly smile.

“Yeah, well, I would’ve said the same for Ghost over here if he didn’t have that mask on— como siempre.”

“Gotta stay anonymous.” Soap joked, and you could see Ghost roll his eyes in annoyance from the corner of your eye.

“We have drinks,” Alejandro remarked. “I can tell you three have been dying to get loose, yeah?”

“Definitely.” You said, relaxing a bit.

“Alright then, Rudy will show you guys what we have.”

Soap walked over to Rudy and tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around.

“MacTavish!” He said, sounding a little tipsy. “And Ghost too!”

“How ya been, Rudy?” The Scottish man laughed.

“Never been better! Are you guys gonna get something to drink?”

He begins to make small talk with Rudy. Ghost slips past between the two of you and grabs a red solo cup, filling it with tequila. He then walks past you again and rounds a corner. You too grab a cup, except you only fill half of the cup.

You follow the direction Ghost went, finding him in the only dark part of the building. His back was leaned up against the wall and his mask was flipped up, revealing the tip of his nose and his scruffy chin. You debate going up to him, not wanting to step into his comfort zone by seeing this tip of his face. Finally, you decide to anyway.

“Ghost,” You greet him. He looks over at you and swiftly pulls his mask down. “Oh..sorry. I didn’t even notice your mask was—“

“It’s fine.” He cuts you off. You nod in understanding.

“What’d you think about this?” You ask him, leaning up against the wall in front of him.

“I dunno.” He says quietly.

“Mm,” you hum in agreement. Slowly, you see his hand moving up to bring his mask up again. He sips his drink. You sat in silence for a while.

“Didn’t take you for a drinker.” He comments quietly.

“Usually I don’t, but I think I need this.” You explained. He snorts at your reply.

“Speaking of which,” you started. He looks up at you curiously. “That’s a lot of alcohol. You sure you’ll be able to stomach that?”

“Please. I’m not a pussy. I can drink tequila as much as I want.” He scoffed.

“Damn, okay.” You said, surprised he answered you like that.

You drank in more semi-awkward, semi-comfortable silence. Suddenly, he got up off the wall and started walking away.

“Hey, where ya going?” You asked. You contemplated going after him, but you began to get dizzy.

“Getting another drink. I’ll be back.” He said, stumbling away. You huffed.

He came back not long after with another cup full of alcohol. Instead of standing across from you, he stood beside you. You could feel his body warmth from how close he was standing. He took a drink. Then another, then another. You finished your first cup and decided that you definitely didn’t want another. You already felt like shit.

He looked at you, holding eye contact directly— but he didn’t speak. You weren’t sure what to do.

He looked like he was about to lose his balance, so you grabbed his arm, making him slightly flinch.

“We should sit down, you look like you’re gonna be sick.”

“‘M fiine.” He said, slurring his words slightly. You sat him down on the cold tile floor, and surprisingly, he didn’t hesitate. You sat together quietly, drowning out the laughter and conversations happening in the background. Ghost held eye contact with you once more, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.”

“What’s so funny, huh?” He questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just— I told you that you wouldn’t be able to stomach all that tequila. Hell, I could barely drink mine.” He stared into your eyes, looking as if he was lost in them.

“Ghost?” You tried to get his attention.

“Hav—“ he belched. “Have I ever told you howw.. pretty your eyes…are?”

“Come again?” You asked, flustered.

“Your eyes. They look nice.”

“Ghost, you’re drunk.” You laughed nervously. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely batshit crazy.

“Nononono-.” He stopped you. “I’ve always thhought that.” He said quietly. You sat in silence, not knowing how to react, but you were hoping he couldn’t tell you were dying on the inside.

“I..” you started, but then stopped yourself. Ghost looked at you with puppy dog eyes through his mask. Even if he was drunk, you could tell he meant every word. He leaned into you, and you could feel his hot breath against your face. His breath smelled of alcohol and mint, stinging your nose in the best way possible.

Then, he kissed you.

“Ghost…” you sighed.

“Simon.” He said— almost demanded.

“Simon. You’re really drunk right now. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Please, Y/N.” He pleaded. You were in utter shock. This was not the Simon Riley you knew. The Simon Riley you knew was cold, closed off, quiet. This one was… a breath of fresh air, in all honesty. He was soft, affectionate, loving.

He leaned in once more, giving you a gentle kiss. You were far too scared to reciprocate it. Too worried that he didn’t mean any of this.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.” He sighs. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn up.

“I…” you huffed nervously. “I think I like you too, Simon. But I think we need to talk about this when you’re not drunk.”

You can see his soft lips morph into a frown. He thinks you don’t believe him, but quite frankly, it’s hard to do that when you’ve only ever seen the reserved version of him.

“Let’s go back to the base, okay? You can get some rest and we’ll talk in the morning.” You smile softly at him. He nods, his lips slightly parted. You scoot over to him and pull his mask back over his face. Then you sit up and pull him up with all your might.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to find Soap.” He nods again.

You round the corner back into the bright room, and see Soap immediately. He’s cheering loudly, surrounded by the partygoers and obviously extremely drunk. You yell his name and he jogs over to you.

“We need to go back, we’ve been here for too long.”

“Oh come on, mate. Already?” He complains.

“Johnny, don’t make this any harder, please.” He looks away, and then back at you, as if he’s thinking about what to do.

“Don’t even think of saying no. You’re too drunk to drive alone and so is Ghost. Let’s go.” You said forcefully. He groaned and went back to tell the others it was time for him to go.

You loaded the boys into the car and sat in the driver’s seat. This time, Ghost was in the passenger side and Soap was in the back. The whole ride back you could see him gazing at you in your peripheral vision.

When you got back, you led them to their rooms. Soap was first, and then Ghost.

When you brought Ghost to his room, he took his gear off and laid on the bed immediately. You were about to leave when you heard him whisper your name. You turned back to him.

“Don’t go.” He said, almost inaudibly.

“Gh— Simon, I can’t stay here all night.”

“Please..just lay with me.” He begged.

You thought for a moment, and then walked over to him. You sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him. The room was lit by the moonlight. He sighed contentedly, and then reached his hand out. You slid closer to him, when suddenly he grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of him.

“Simon-“ you yelped quietly. He hushed you and rubbed your back, you could feel him relax against your touch, so you relaxed against his too. Soon enough you felt his rhythmic breath entering and exiting his calmed body. He was asleep.

You sat up, careful not to disturb him. You stood over him for a second, thinking to yourself. Then, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight Simon. I love you.” you sighed, giving him one more kiss.

You really hoped he meant what he said tonight.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #simon riley #Simon Riley cod #simon riley call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #📂 — liv’s writings ★.

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SFW Alphabet – Simon "Ghost" Riley.

★ Well, besides my presentation, this is my first post!! Hope you like it :) <3

★ Synopsis: Fluff of how Simon is in a relationship with you, reader!

★ Warnings: None, I think??? I'm new to this warning thing by the way!! If you hear anything that needs warning, please put it in the comments!!

But, I think the main thing is that this is my vision of Simon, if you don't like it, that's fine but don't hate me :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

– I feel this man has a vibe that he's not very affectionate, not now.

– Maybe, if we talk about him before his whole family was murdered, I think he would be more affectionate, but as I said before, not now. This man has changed.

– However, he's not total ice. He'll do things for you - leave notes around the house (maybe before he leaves for a long mission), bring you flowers, organize your things when he has time to spare, maybe cook for you. He's also a good listener, take advantage of that. Talk to him, he'll appreciate it. He's a man of service and nothing will change my mind 😭😭

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

– Maybe you were friends with Soap first, thus getting close to Simon too. You would initiate this. It would probably start with you trying to talk to him, few things, but you still got closer.

– And this man is a good friend, believe me. Are you having problems with a mission? If he's not TOO busy, he'll help you, believe me. Personal problems you need to vent about? He is there. He doesn't like to give his opinion, but you know he listens to you. He also makes some lame jokes to make you smile a little.

– He would also do you favors, as long as he was available for - that's his only bad point, if he's busy, forget anything you've asked him to do, he won't do it ☠️

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

– In a relationship, I believe it would take a few weeks? He doesn't care about your touch. He literally doesn't care, he just finds it strange in a way, he's not used to really affectionate touches.

– Anyway, the first time you asked him (in a romantic relationship) he refused. Not because 'uh he rejects touch', he just... thought it was weird. He thought about the idea later, and when you asked - hesitantly - for it again, he accepted, still a little stiff.

Spoiler: He likes to be the bigger spoon, but if he's totally relaxed around you, he can and will want to be the smaller spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

– I believe so, he will want to settle down with you. Maybe not so quickly, but he would like the idea.

– And, he's a good cook, even though he doesn't make food very often! (Headcanon that he buys food that lasts months because he doesn't even spend much time at home so buying perishable food will just waste his money for nothing)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

– Like… it depends on your relationship. You two really get along really well but he's just too broken to make you happy for the rest of your life?

– Then he would give clues - long conversations about how you would react if he broke up, he would slowly pull away and a few more things as subtle as a feather, but that would have a huge weight for him. Believe me, he doesn't really want to break up with you, he just thinks he needs to.

– But, if you are a little "boring" (I don't know how to describe this in English, forgive me) with each other, believe me, he will disappear from your life, quickly and simply. There's nothing to explain, he'll disappear like a ghost.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

– Yes, he likes the idea, yeah! But he doesn't want to get married. He already finds dating a bit... tiring for him, I don't see him as very emotionally responsible, sorry, but just look at him. (That includes the fact that you live together - he doesn't want something official, you know?)

– But of course, with the power of imagination, let's just say that maybe you would change this man's mind? Oh yes, implant little ideas about this in his head, and he would propose to you in an official marriage - No big parties, please :^

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

– Like I said, this man is not used to touching. But touch him. Touch his hand, touch his arm, he's okay with it.

– Just don't touch him 'intimately' - don't get too close to his chest/neck in public, maybe his inner thighs and don't kiss him too much...passionately in public. He doesn't want that.

– But he is kind, believe me. He can touch your cheek, hold your little fingers hidden under the table. He's also kind mentally, a little at least. He thinks of you, he remembers you. He knows he can come back to you and you will want him back. He will want to come back to you and tell you a little about his day, he will want to listen to you because he feels like he is doing it right. He doesn't want to scare you or make you feel trapped by him in any way, he wants to be okay with you, and he wants you to be okay with him.

– ☆ Bonus points if you make his favorite food, he'll praise you until you don't want any more.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

– He likes hugs!! But only from specific people - If you're a rookie recruit, don't even think about trying to touch him, for God's sake. But it's not the same for you, dear reader. He loves your hugs, they bring comfort, hope that he can be Simon again, and not Ghost.

– It’s not that frequent. He won't be uwu hugging you for any reason or anywhere.

– The only part you should be surprised about is if you guys are in public, really exposed and he does this. Otherwise, normal programming - Hugs when you get home from missions, hugs when you go to sleep, maybe the occasional hug from behind just to smell you after a nightmare or when you're cooking.

– And it’s not a strange hug. Maybe the first and second time yes - this man doesn't hug anyone, I swear - And then he's already more relaxed under your touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

– He doesn't say, at least not until at least 10 months into the relationship. And he would tell you that when you were sleepy, probably.

– But, he writes them. He does this around the 7th or 8th month of dating. He starts writing letters with little sloppy hearts and an "ily." dry at the end.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

– He's not jealous. This man is too confident! (Remember, he's confident he's handsome in "quite the opposite," yk. That doesn't mean he doesn't have sad days, they just aren't as frequent.)

– If he's jealous, you'll know with the soft looks he gives you! 🥰🥰 (He will stare into your soul and that of the rookie who is flirting with you, biting himself with jealousy beneath that mask).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

– They are chaste, quick kisses. When necessary, he will kiss you properly - A little slower, his hands holding your waist tightly.

– He likes to kiss your cheek. He thinks it's cute and innocent - things you guys aren't.

– And he likes it when you stand on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. It just boosts his ego, he can't help it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

– I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS PART! GOD- have you ever seen him talking and playing with his nephew?!?!?!? This man likes children, please!!! ;(((

– Anyway, he likes children. Yes he is scary but there is always that one child who sympathizes with him. He's just squeamish about it, he's a killer dealing with children. He feels weird but he still likes it because it reminds him of his little late nephew :((.

– I don't know if it made sense, but this man is simply soft on children. He will teach them how to be little devils-

– And about having children, he is hesitant. He has some not very cool ideas, he's not to blame for that. He grew up being traumatized. He is afraid of taking it out too aggressively on his son/daughter for silly reasons, so please, if you want to have a child with him, you will have to change him and manage to keep him calm.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

– They are lazy. Not that you'll go back to sleep, you'll spend a few more minutes lying down, just gossiping about the other soldiers while exchanging some kisses and smiles, with his strong arms wrapped around you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

– Oh man. This is complicated.

– Firstly, he is a very light sleeper. If you move a lot in bed, he will wake up every time. A sound a little too loud like a falling feather? He will listen. He just can't change it.

– Secondly, he has nightmares. Oh yes he has them. Just imagine you're sleeping peacefully and then you feel him grabbing you, almost hurting you because of his grip. You will have to fight to wake him up from it and the marks will stay for a few days. He feels bad about it. Many times he would rather spend days on the couch than sleep with you next to him again.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

– He is neither too slow nor too fast. He opens up a little if you ask, but only what you ask. He will say this calmly, pausing and sometimes finishing explaining or adding more details the next day.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

– He has problems, but I think he is as calm as possible, at least with you. He is angry on missions. he gets nervous a few hours after them when they go wrong, but he calms down when he approaches you, when he sees that you are waiting for him and are ready to listen to him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

– He remembers many details about you, but sometimes they are strange things. The way your eyebrows look when you doubt something, the way you eat, the way you write. Maybe some more normal details, like what you like to eat, what you really like, the type of movie/series/book you like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

– I believe the day you ran into his arms after a mission. The first time he felt that there was someone who loved him and waited for him after so long.

– Probably also your first kiss, this man was nervous and clashed his teeth with yours. Forgive him, he was nervous >:(

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

– He is not very protective, he knows your strength.

– But if you ask, he can almost be a distant shadow of you.

– and he likes and doesn't like being protected, you know? He wants to be protected - when you are alone, when you are lying down and he is afraid of nightmares, but he also wants to protect you, he wants to be your guard dog, he will check doors and windows if you focus in fear of a noise at night.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

– I feel like he has a little memory problem for dates. He can't help it, he's so busy killing other people, how can he think about his relationship anniversary?

– But when he remembers, he'll write big letters and probably buy you something like a teddy bear. He tries as hard as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

– He doesn't usually take a shower right after arriving from missions. He's too tired, so he just plops down on his couch, it's all dirty and you feel like making him sleep in Riley's little house because of it, but you understand him and you let him rest.

– He drinks and can say nasty things. Not in a bad way, but he can just be a little rough with you when that happens. That would be one of the reasons he would break up with you - his brutality.

– I feel like he might be a bit of a complainer. He adores you, God, there's nothing he loves more in the world, but don't make a serious mistake around him. He will tell you things that a BORING father would say until you feel bad and maybe start crying. He will calm down and hug you, trying to calm you down.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

– He’s not really worried about himself. God, he just wears that mask for everything-

– If you insist, he could wear something very different from what he usually wears, but this would only happen when he can be sure he is safe at home, because then he can do without the mask for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Oh yeah. His little heart hurts when he gets hurt a little too much on a mission, because he knows you're going to cry. You cry over anything that involves almost losing him!

– He sometimes misses you when he needs to sleep in an abandoned building. If you are a soldier of the TF-141, sometimes Price can send you to different locations and this ruins your beloved Ghost. He likes you a lot.

X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

- I feel like he has an allergy to sweet smells. Not a very serious allergy, but he may sniffle his nose if you wear a very sweet perfume around him.

- I don't know, but I imagine he has tourette :(. This came when I saw a video of him on Tik Tok, he keeps moving his head to check the sides (Of course, rightly so) but I feel like sometimes he has some attacks, where he might be talking to you and suddenly he turns his head to the side, sometimes raising his shoulders in a defensive manner or reacting with his hands that ends up almost punching you. It's something that came from trauma/PTSD, please take care of this little big man. He only has you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

– Sorry messy readers (and myself) but he doesn’t like clutter at home. At least not when he doesn't arrive tired from missions, he's strange. He will organize things perfectly, so please keep things clean.

– Also, please don’t try to irritate him on purpose. You'll end up hitting a nerve and he'll hurt you, either by accidentally slapping you or pulling you away from him. He has a problem with that, but he bears your irritation upon him. Just don't overdo it, beauties.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

– HE SNORES, HE SLEEP VERY QUICKLY AND WAKES UP VERY EASILY.

– In fact, his snoring is strange, it’s choking, you know? (pls say yes)

– Please hold his head close to your chest. He likes listening to your heartbeat, he thinks it calms him on bad nights.

#call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley #alphabet #SFW #★ Bianc! — Alphabet Simon (^-^)

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mistyheart · 1 year

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Slutty men and their slutty little waists

Screenshots from Call of Duty Mobile

#★ — mey’s thoughts #simon ghost riley #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mobile

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amourlyns · 11 months

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⠀ 「 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Johnny is determined to make you his, even if it takes some white lies.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Johnny 〞Soap 〞Mactavish + gn!nurse Reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This is also on ao3 ➜ masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | JOHNNY WAS A SHIT LIAR, YOU KNEW that and he knew that too. The lengths he’ll go to see you were hilarious, you’d never admit that though.

So, when Johnny shows up to the infirmary with a paper cut you can’t help but sigh at his antics. Maybe if you kept up this front he would leave you alone. ❛ Ach, ya look s’pleased ‘t see me.❜

The sound of Johnny’s voice lingers in your head— his cologne seems to linger too. Damn, you needed him out like.. right now. ❛ You should just give it up, Johnny. Seriously.❜

He doesn’t of course, and you’re not surprised. He knows you don’t actually mean it, because if you did… he wouldn’t be here in the first place. Silence fills the space between you too. Then you break it.

❛ Just one date, just one and that’s it.❜ He accepts it of course, you finally peek out of your shell. Just a bit. And that’s all he needed. Before he leaves, you put a silly Hello Kitty bandaid on his paper cut.

❛ Well I’ll be damned. An ‘ol paper cut was all y’ needed, aye? Can I get a star next ? ❜ You ignore him for the most part, but he can see the small smile that creeps onto your expression.

You shoo him out moments after, and he raises his hand in a defensive manner. Giggling his way out of the infirmary… God, this was going to be rough.

YOU WERE DEFINITELY DRAMATIC… Here you we’re wishing that this night could last forever. Johnny was nothing but a gentleman to you.

But it gets worse, he was a damn good comedian. So funny in fact, it had you wondering why didn’t you go out with him sooner? Well, you were as stubborn as an ox of course. You could feel yourself twinge with a bit of pride at the sight of his Hello Kitty bandaid.. he kept it on?

He follows your line of sight and grins. The warm lighting against the setting sun did him wonders… he just looked so right like this. He was really good at picking places to go as well, almost too good.

He took you to this small botanical garden, then a local coffee shop now you were here, at some food truck with amazing street food. You also noted that he loved walking, not that you mind of course. It was better than being cooped up in the infirmary after all.

The sound of Johnny talking breaks your train of thought. ❛ Ay, I kept the bandaid. The boys teased the hell outta me. ‘S a nice reminder of ya though. ❜ Wow, he’s honest. Maybe too honest, because he’s making you more and more nervous by the minute.

Involuntary smiles and giggles are slipping out and your face is getting warm. Damn, he’s smooth. ❛ That’s sweet of you.❜ Why did you have the strongest urge to kiss him? You don’t of course, but you do feel the need to tease him a bit.

So you lean in, to him. And he replicates your movements, instead, you take a bite out of his gyro. A satisfied groan escapes your lips at the flavor and you’re left with a blissful expression.

When you focus on him again, you’re inches away from his face. Your gazes meet and you pull away. He’s speechless for the most part he couldn’t tell if he should be upset about his gyro and your teasing, or if he should be grateful.

He decides to go with both options. ❛ Cheeky, aren’t ya? ❜ You respond with a small smile, and a satisfied hum. You and Johnny to call it a night and head back to base.

Johnny holds the door open for you, ushering you in like some royal… it’s funny to be honest, it makes you feel special. He definitely earned the star right? Especially after today.

So you give it to him, placing it on his chest giving it a gentle kiss. And you end up giving him one too, on the cheek of course. You don’t want to get his hopes too high now. He smiles like a little kid who just got candy, all cheery and giddy.

You bid him farewell, and he does the same.

He was definitely getting another date with you.

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