#ghosts x reader

[krypticcafe]

Shatter

pairing(s): Logan Walker / GN!Reader

warning(s): panic attacks, stressful situations emotional distress, hurt/comfort, no beta read

wordcount: ~670

summary: you come to a breaking point. he helps collect the pieces.

a/n: wrote this a while back, just a simple drabble.

You don't know when it happened, but you find yourself ripping off your gear in the lockers like your life depends on it. Despite the effort, you still feel like there's layers and layers of unnecessary weight constricting itself around your body, suffocating you with a python's grip.

At that moment, you probably looked like a madman with how you chucked each article into your locker and slammed it shut, surely catching the attention of your teammates if you haven't already. The staring and comments didn't matter to you like they usually would, it all just blended together in a jumbled blur of incoherence. You took a deep breath, trying to focus on something else like you usually would, only to cut it short when you realized it wouldn't be enough.

"You alright, kid?" Keegan mutters next to you, shrugging on a jacket. Desperately, you want to make a spiteful comment or throw a sarcastic comment topped with a layer of salt his way, but you can't even find the energy to do that. Instead, you gave him a half-hearted hum of fake assurance.

You're not sure how much time passes, but when you finally manage to wrench your gaze from that one spot in your locker, you find that you're the only one left. Stumbling back and rest on a bench and run a hand over your mask, pinching at the bridge of your nose. A shakey sigh turns into a shudder, which turns into a broken gasp. Before you know it, you feel your mask grow damp, and it becomes all the more suffocating. It's so tempting to rip it off, but you know the moment you do, you'd shatter right then and there.

A voice calls out for your name, and through glossy eyes, you can make out the one standing in the doorway.

This time, he doesn't call out and instead kneels before you. His eyes scan yours for any hint as to what plagues you, but all he can see is the fear and pain that grips you. It causes you to clamp a hand over the mouth of your mask, forcing you to choke back the sobs, holding back from spilling it all. You couldn't burden your lover with such petty things. But it's a losing battle once Logan's hands rest on yours.

Gently, he pulls your hand from your mouth and rests it in his. You're hiccupping, sniffling, and sputtering, trying to explain yourself even though he hasn't asked for any explanation. All he does is press a chaste kiss against your forehead, mumbling something you barely catch before he softly tugs at the bottom hem of your mask. He starts rolling it up, and you don't have it in you to protest now. Eyes closed, you feel the cold air on your skin soon replaced with warm hands cupping your face. Opening your eyes, your bottom lip starts to wobble, and you can't stop the next wave of overwhelming emotion that hits you.

And you shatter.

Next thing you know, you're sobbing into his shoulder, holding onto him like a lifeline, coughing and heaving as if he's the only reason you can breathe right now. Frantically, your hands try to grasp the jacket on his back, pressed against him tightly like you wanted to melt into him.

Even your bones tremble under the weight of your sobs, unrelenting. But with each quake, another layer crumbles and you feel lighter. Not quite floating, but you're not sinking anymore. Just... grounded.

Logan's hand scritches at the nook between your scalp and the back of your neck, murmuring words you can't hear over the relief of just having him here. You figure it's not too far off from what he's reassuring you about. The sniffles and cries subside, but you still grip him for dear life, eyelids heavy while you burrow your face into the warmth of his neck. If you let go now, you'd surely shatter again.

But that's alright.

He's always there to pick up the pieces.

a/n: shoutout to Logan for keeping me sane in these times, wish he got more love.

#x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #codg #logan walker #logan walker x reader #logan walker x yn #x y/n #fluff #angst #hurt and comfort #ghosts x reader #cod ghosts x reader #fanfiction #drabble

[writingwarden]

CALL OF DUTY: GHOSTS MASTERLIST

[Gender Neutral unless specified.]

KEEGAN P. RUSS

-Bathing Together

-getting hurt protecting him

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DAVID "HESH" WALKER

-Diary Confessions

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ELIAS "SCARECROW" WALKER

-

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LOGAN WALKER

[Selective Mute in my writings]

-Cracks in the Glass

-Weaver

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THOMAS A. MERRICK

-

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GABRIEL T. RORKE

[Platonic Only]

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KICK

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Writing Warden Masterlist 💚

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[lolita-lollipop]

YANDERE PAPA AIZAWA X MEDIUM READER

You clicked the buzzer in the front gate to the large mansion, and it made a loud ringing sound.

“Mr Aizawa? Yes you called me early in the morning yesterday about your… problem. I’m here now to start the assessment of your home” you spoke into the speaker as loud as you could, you were up on your tiptoes trying to reach it, and you hoped the man could hear you. Your hopes were answered when a loud buzz sounded and the gate unlatched, there was something so odd about this, such an old home with new electronics. He didn’t say anything to you, but you could feel him watching you, wether it was from within the house, or from some hidden camera.

When the gates fully opened you made your way inside, starting the long trek on foot to the mansion. Now to the normal person this might look like an appliance or insurance visit, but you weren’t a mainstream worker, you were special. Ever since you were little you’d always seen people that weren’t there, heard songs linger in the air that weren’t playing, and talked to people that no one else could see. Some called you insane, some said you’d inherited hallucinations from your father, but the others knew what you really had. You could see ghosts, hear them, interact with them. You never understood why, but some things just were, and this is one of them.

So instead of enrolling yourself in some mental facility where you would rot away drowning in medicine and apple sauce, you’d made a business off of it, “l/n’s median services” you’d named it.

And while some thought it was bullshit, thought this was a scam, some were too desperate to care. Usually the people who called you were riddled with reminders of their pasts, children that died twenty years ago, wives that had passed of cancer, old women from thousands of years ago, they couldn’t see them like you could, but they knew that these things were there. So they call you.

Like this man, he’d called in yesterday about his own home, clearly he was rich because he’d offered you almost 5 times your price if you could come the next day. Even thought he told you little to no details about this work, Obviously you accepted. But as you walked the long trail down to his large home, you couldn’t help but regret that decision, this didn’t feel like your average appointment where an old mother just wanted to feel sane in her own home, didn’t feel like you should be here. But here you are. By the time you’d made it to the front double doors the doubt festered in your mind, but it was far too late to turn back. So you knocked thrice like he’d told you over the call.

This man was odd, he refused to tell you any details about why he wanted you here, he just told you to come at 3:00 tommorow afternoon and knock three times in his front door and you would be let in. All he gave you were those directions and his name. But as the front doors were pulled open and out popped a middle aged man with black hair and a scruffy beard, yoh couldn’t help but notice how normal he looked.

“You’re y/n l/n?”

“Yes sir, l/n median’s only employee”

“Alright, you may come in”

And he went silent, creaking open the door for you to slide in, just for him to slam it behind you, it made you slightly jump. His eyes traveled all the way down you, assessing you, before he apparently deemed you okay and began walking, you expecte d that he wished you to follow, so you did.

“Ah- sir” you begun speaking, trying to keeps up with him as he swiftly walked down a long corridor. He barely spared you a glance before continuing his walk, clearly this man didn’t get out much, usually rich people that lived in big houses like this were socialites, the Aizawa family was well off enough to be known through town, but never talked about much. He looked sad, his face downturned with frown wrinkles across the corners of his mouth, probably because of what you were here for.

“Call me Aizawa.” He curtly told you, quickening his pace doesn’t he hallway, along the way he grabbed a large key from his pocket, and once you’d come across a large door, he begun unlocking all the large locks in the door.

“Ah yes- Aizawa sir, do you mind if I ask what my purpose is here today? I just kinda need to know what I’m dealing with so I can be prepared” you questioned, slightly nervous, you never really did big jobs in places like this, but creepy places worth millions upon millions. So obviously you were uneasy, but there was also something about this man. You couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“My daughter. She died quite some time ago, but I think her presence still remains”

“Oh- well- Um. Why do you think so?” Yoh couldn’t place it but there was something that intimidated you about this man, maybe it was his 6’6 stature or the way he looked so angry at the world, but your internal alarms were blaring with red, telling you that this is a man you should be scared of.

“I hear her laughing, sometimes during the night I’ll hear little footsteps by my bed, and her old toys will be thrown about the house even though I don’t move them.” He was very short with his answer, but it was enough information to tell you that he wasn’t some crazy who just wanted to find a real ghost, that this was his real daughter. You could tell by the tone in his voice, it was pained, angry. You spent a little bit looking at his face, the daughter must have died pretty young, considering the use of little footsteps and toys.

“Uhm- how old was she? And- and how did it happen? Was it natural or did… someone else cause it.” You knew not to refer to death directly with these kinds of people, after so long they were still mourning and anything could flick them off, even with calm and collected people like this man- Aizawa, he might break down at the thought.

“She was just older than 2, she’d barely learned how to walk yet. And she had a bad heart, there were some complications at birth that the doctors hadn’t thought to look into, and one day she just… didn’t wake up” you didn’t meet his gaze as he spoke, hearing about children specifically dying made you feel sick, especially when the parent’s the one speaking. You didn’t notice how his gaze lingered for far too long.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, uhm- did she have any nicknames you called her, pet names even? Any specific toys or things she liked? And- do you by chance have a photo? I just need something to connect with so I can communicate with her better” your hands waved about while you spoke, and you talked so fragilely, almost like anything you would say would set this man off.

“Ah yes, when she was a baby her mother always called her daisy, it’s on her gravestone actually- and she used to love the yarn rag dolls I would make for her. As for pictures- I have one from a few days before she passed.” His voice was hushed, almost like he hadn’t spoken about this poor child in a long time. Eventually the two of you slowed to a stop, and he pulled out a few photos, and a woven rag doll with red yarn for hair. You winced at the mention of a gravestone, no parent should have to bury their child.

He placed one of his rough hands against the small of your back to guide you into another hallway, this one was shorter, smaller, there were messily drawn photos hung up from the walls, toys scattered about the floor, and a few small dresses hanging over chandeliers. Before you could ask what this all was he spoke up, squeezing you close to him. Yoh would call him out on touching you, but your sympathy ran too strong at the moment.

“This was her hallway where she mainly stayed, her room’s to the left, and her playroom to the right, at the end of the hallway is my room where she would sometimes sleep, and the room next to that is where she would take her naps… that’s where she died.” He pointed to the rooms as he walked down the hallways with you, holding you tight.

“Okay. This is probably the best spot, I don’t need much to see her, it’s all natural, but- can If you can hold my hand? I know it- it’s stupid but sometimes the noises make me feint or fall and I just- I just need someone to catch me or I’ll get hurt” you pointed o the scar on your forehead where you’d fallen before, a loud shriek had sounded through an old apartment and it had made you fall down a flight of stairs. Usually you would have one of your friends come with you, but you felt like you could trust this man… oddly enough. He smiles for once at your request, warmly offering up his hand.

“Oh yes that’s alright, I’ll be here if you need me to catch you, always.” You chose to ignore the last line, and just intertwined your fingers with his own. Then, holding the photos in your hand, and the rag doll, you began deepening your breathing, just separating yourself from the atmosphere around. You breathed in and breathed out, in, out, in, out, in out. Until your felt a bump on your legs,

“Daisy? Are you here?”

And saw a toddler running past

The small girl paused after running into you, and stared at you for a good long moment, before raising her arms up as if to ask you to lift her, you bent down and held up the doll for her, but before you could touch her she vanished. So you continued walking

“Did you see her? Is she here? Did she say anything? Did she look hurt?” Aizawa blurted our questions one after another, but you brought your finger up to your lips to respectfully silence him. Loud noises scared ghost children away, especially voices.

“Daisy? Can you come out to see me? I have your daddy with me. Don’t you want to see him again?” You attempted to coax the girl out of wherever she was hiding, to no avail. As you walked passed the different rooms a sweet smell got stronger and stronger. Until you started seeing small flashes, pictures really, in your mind. One was of the small girl in her fathers lap as a newborn, her mothers dead body not far away, must’ve died at birth. The next was of the girl crawling, playing with one of the dolls. And the next was the girl, now with longer hair and less chubby cheeks, having her picture taken, the same picture you were holding in her hand.

The last photo was of the girl sitting in a crib, letting out a small whimper, before going completely silent.

“Daisy? Please come out so we can talk, I promise I’m here to make you feel better.”

Then you heard the little putter of her running feet against the hardwood floor, felt the man beside you’s hand squeeze, and then felt her bump into you one more time. Instead of a giggle, or a smile thought, her face held a deep set frown, tears flowed freely down her face, but no noise came out of her mouth, something was wrong. Then she pointed to the room next to aizawas bedroom, and you got a glimpse of the interior. And gasped.

“What? What’s wrong? Is she still here? Did she fall? What did you see?” Aizawa asked more questions, noticing how your face fell, how your eyes were burned out into the threshold of that door. Your breathing turned heavy, and the smell now washed over you and clogged up your nose. What the hell.

Girls. So, so many girls stared back at you from that room. They all looked similar to that baby, but not the same, they had the same h/c colored hair, the same e/c eyes, and the same s/c skin, but each was slightly different. One thing they had in common, was their eyes, they were hollow, like the life had been sucked out of them. It took you a few seconds for you to hear them, but eventually you did. They all muttered the same things.

“Get out now. Run. Leave. You’re the real one. He wants you. He doesn’t want us. You have to leave. You’re the real one. Run. Run. RUN” they screamed at you, you pretended you weren’t seeing anything scary, that you weren’t seeing anything wrong. Your words came out shaky and misplaced, but they let the man think what you were trying to get him to. You didn’t realize it until it was too late, you had e/c eyes, you have h/c hair, and you had s/c skin, but your face wasn’t different from the little girls. It looked so similar,

too similar.

“Daisy, you’re free now, go see your mother, you can leave sweetheart, just leave.” You spoke to the little girl and she nodded with a smile, and in a second, she vanished. All the girls vanished too, the noise stopped, the voices stopped, and the presence, left the house. They were all gone, you’d done your job. But they’d left you.

“Is that it? Was she okay? Are you done now?” He continued with his questions, now his hands were placed firmly against your shoulders, pressing down. His face held a factor of something different, not maliceful, almost love. He knew you’d lied.

“Y-yes. Her soul is gone from this place now- i- you don’t have to pay me anything- I have to go now. Thank you for your time sir. “ you sped through your words like a race, too fearful to sit down with this man and discuss how much he owed. Maybe you falsely judged his character to be a good person, there was something different behind his eyes, maybe you never noticed it, maybe it just appeared, but it was clear this man didn’t just bring you here to get rid of his dead daughter. And you didn’t want to find out what that reason was. So you turned around and made your way back down the hallway and towards the main front room, but before you could even take more than three steps he caught your wrist with his callused hands.

“That’s a cute little act you got there, walk around for a little bit and ask if she’s gone, just to cover up your own secrets” his hand clenched gently at your own, holding you tight enough to keep you from moving, enough to keep the fear pumping high in your veins. Yoh didn’t want to join all of those ghosts in that room, all of them who look something like you. You didn’t understand his words, nor did you want to, at this point you were just focused on getting out of this place.

“Sir- please let go of me- I don’t know what you’re thinking but I don’t have any secrets- o- I can actually see them- you’re daughter is gone-“ he didn’t listen to your pleading as he held onto your wrist tightly, you dug your heels into the ground and threw your body weight forward in attempts to free yourself from his grip. But to no avail, he was far taller than you, a bulky man with broad shoulders and heavy set muscles. You couldn’t fight him if you wanted to. Fuck.

“Sweetheart, I told you to call me Aizawa. And as far as I can see, my daughter is right here, with me” you spun around, confused. You’d seen the girl fade into nothing, fizzle into another realm you considered to be death. She wasn’t here anymore, not that you could see. Was it possible that she was still haunting her father?

“No. No I watched her go, she’s free. Let me go mr Aizawa. Please-“

“My daughter never died.” The phrase was simple, yet it still sent your head spinning, was this man delusional? Or were you? You’d seen those memories so vividly, almost as if they were your own, and those girls, ten or twelve of them, all similar versions of you. If that little girl didn’t die then who was it? No, no that was her ghost. She’s dead. But what if it wasn’t. Does that mean that/ this guy tried to find his daughter? and just grabbed any girl from wherever? But why were they all ghosts now? Wait. He killed them, including that little girl. Looking for his daughter. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.

In your moment of confusion, he took up your ceased struggling as an advantage to bend over and loop his arms under your legs and the small of your back, lifting you up off the wooden flooring into a cradle. Before you could question him he spoke up.

“She did have a heart attack, but an ambulance came and pumped her full of medicine, after she was healed they took her from me. Apparently the government believed I was too violent to be around her. So they took her. Not her. They took you” it was then that you could see where this was going, he was delusional the , sure you grew up in the foster care system, but they’d told you your parents were in jail. Not crazy or violent. Once the idea set in your mind, that’s when the initial panic ceased, and it now turned into a full blown tsunami of fear and anxiety. What would this man do to you.

“N-no- I saw her- I saw them. She’s dead- they’re all dead. I- I have to go. Let. Me. Go” you, surprisingly calmly spoke, the beginnings of tears begun to trickle down your cheeks, and you kicked and scratched at his chest. But it didn’t work, it wouldn’t. He smiles lovingly at you, how hadn’t you noticed these signs before? All the doting looks, the way his voice was laced with love. How had you mistaken all that for coldness?

“Oh no oh no- don’t cry Daisy. There’s no need to be scared! I’ll take very good care of you, you’re my daughter after all, my sweet little baby that I lost. Don’t you worry. I’m here now, daddy’s here” he soothed and wiped your tears off your face, his hands were rough, but gentle, you couldn’t help but flinch away from him at his touch.

“I-I’m not your daughter. Sir I swear. Please- please just let me go” you were begging now, humiliating yes, but you were desperate now, the knowledge of the weight of the situation now laid heavy in your brain. Your voice began to crack, and you could feel your resolve beginning to bend into nothing, anything that was holding your emotions in had broken. And you began sobbing, screaming even, anything to finally get him off of you. He assumed it was just your confusion, this must be overwhelming right? So he tried to soothe you, bouncing up and down slightly and patting your back slowly, not understanding that he was the real reason this was happening to you.

“Don’t worry baby- I have all you need here. My pretty little one, I’m so glad to have you back” he coped, brushing that h/c hair out of your face, if just made you sob even harder.

In the midst of your tantrum, just in the corner of your peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of a girl. Once again that looked like you, just smaller, younger. You reached out to her with one arm, sobbing the worlds “help” or “please” , his touch felt suffocating now. Your parents were dead, he was just a delusional man doing insane things. You refused to believe that your entire life is a lie.

“You did this to us. He wanted you. But he got us. We got hurt because of you. You did this yoh did this you did this. This is

All

Your

Fault”

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If you couldn’t tell, I just watched a bunch of paranormal horror movies and now feel the need to write paranormal oneshots.

This was a request sent by message, so it doesn’t show up. It was super super fun to write though.

Please. Please. PLEASE tell me if it’s hard to understand!

Have a great day today! Goodnight my lovely readers!

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[imagine-a-dream]

Imagine struggling with chronic pain and Captain tries to comfort you

It was not an easy job to take care of a mansion this big, especially with the way your health has been worsening lately, but you loved your job nonetheless. Despite struggling with chronic pain, you worked hard to keep the rooms clean, the water running, and the owners happy. And when Alison, one of the owners, discovered you could see other residents of the house, you agreed to add another item to your to-do list: entertain the ghosts.

Most of the time, you succeed in this job, taking pride in how well you managed to handle most of the ghosts and even developing friendships with most of them. But every now and then you have a bad day, and unfortunately, today was one of those days.

This morning you struggled to get out of bed. Your whole body refused to listen to your brain's commands, acting as if it was made of wood and not flesh. Usually painkillers help you get up and about, but today the pain felt especially unbearable. And now you can’t even reach for them to get some relief. As he did every morning for the past half a year, the Captain, who took the role of your co-caretaker to heart, marched into your room to wake you up and check on the plans for the day.

“Good morning!” He exclaimed, and without a pause, he strolled to the window. “Now it’s come to my attention that the bricks in the wall of the room in the west-wing are starting to crumb…”

He turned to get a better look at you and gave you the once over, stopping mid-sentence. Seeing you still lying in bed,motionless, the man let out an exasperated sigh and marched to your bed.

“Being lazy today, are we? Now I have never said it before, but I think your duty as a caretaker of this house are requair-”

“I can’t get up.” you say quietly, interrupting him before he could give you a full speech about your irresponsibility. You couldn’t deal with that, not now. The Captain sighs heavily but notices how your voice sounds strained.

“What in heavens do you mean by that?”

“Do you remember our conversation about back pain? I said that I have chronic pain and that sometimes it hurts so much that I can’t move?” He nods and you continue, barely holding back your tears.

“Today is one of those days.”

He gives you a quiet “oh” in response, and you feel the tears finally spilling out from the corners of your eyes, wetting your cheeks and the pillow under your head. The poor man doesn’t know what to do, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other and nervously twirling his stick in his hands. Usually he’s not the best at handling feelings, prefering to ‘bottle them up like a man’. And seeing you, dare he say his friend, always so stoic and unwavering to anything, battling your own body and bearing so much pain… He feels his dead heart sink to his stomach.

Slowly, he takes a seat at the end of your bed, looking absently at the distance. Millions of thoughts are swirling in his head, but he has to accept the truth, in this situation he is helpless. Finally, he musters up the courage to ask:

“Can I help you anyhow?”

“No, there’s nothing you can do. I just need to wait it out.”

“Can I… Can I wait with you?” he feels a little foolish to ask, embarrassed to even assume you would want him to see you in this rare moment of weakness. He knows he wouldn’t. But no matter what he would do in this kind of scenario, he wants to be with you, even if there’s not much he can do to help you. To his relief, you don’t shoo him away, accepting his supporting presence.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

requested by @chmerkovskiy-chmerkovskiy

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[multi-fics]

Thomas Thorne

key: smut ❤️‍🔥, fluff 💗, angst 💘

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[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

#smut #relatable #neteyam x reader #jake sully x reader #lo’ak x reader #tonowari x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #konig x reader #draco malfoy x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #ellie williams x reader #harry potter x reader #rick grimes x reader #dean winchester x reader #neytiri x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #five hargreeves x reader #leon kennedy x reader #gojo satoru x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj mayback x reader

[scribbledghost]

You're out walking yours and Simon's dog, Riley, one afternoon when some guy you've never met all but saunters up to you.

He tries to chat you up, laying the flirtation on so thick it congeals into sleaze. You shut him down bluntly at every turn, but unfortunately, he's... determined.

Riley growls as he takes a step closer, the retired military dog pushing himself in front of you with hackles raised and teeth bared.

And still, the stranger doesn't get the hint. He merely huffs out an amused laugh as he looks from Riley to you.

"Didn't realize you had a guard dog -"

Suddenly, his gaze wanders past you. The cocky grin on his face drains away in an instant as he pales.

Like he's seen a Ghost.

"She's got two, mate."

#guard dog simon my beloved #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

[bi-writes]

mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

#mmmmmm #i love them dark and broody and deadly #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon thoughts #dark!simon

[ghostly-whiskey]

simon riley who you "meet" through a program where you can send care packages to soldiers. you don't think much of it at first, just a simple package with a few necessities and treats. and along with that, a short, but genuine and handwritten letter thanking the unknown soldier to you for their service.

and when you go to retrieve your mail a few weeks later after getting home from work, brows furrowing together as you shuffle through the stack of envelopes.

bill. another bill. advertisement. paycheck. handwritten addressed envelope from 'ghost'.

your brain doesn't even connect the dots until you are inside, fingers gently picking at the envelope until your able to drag a finger through the seal to open it. a simple piece of what looks like notebook paper is pulled from inside. unfolding it, eyes quickly scan the letter to get an idea what it's about.

you've done plenty of care packages before. never did you get a personalized thank you letter back, so, this was a first. the letter starting off by thank you for the package and that he enjoyed the items, especially the "sweet treats". the two words put in quotations as he referred to what you referred to them as in your own letter. your own brain cringing slightly as you remember what you wrote.

again, thank you for all that you do and enjoy the sweet treats!

and while you expected the letter to end after thanking you, it didn't. additional lines asking about you. the sets of questions ranging from asking how long have you been doing the care packages to general questions about yourself. then, at the very end, after signing off as 'ghost', you couldn't help but notice the chicken scratch of handwriting that added:

p.s. you don't need to respond back if you don't want to, just figured it be nice to get something back in return. thanks again.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley cod #simon riley x reader fluff #simon ghost riley x reader fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #ghost cod #call of duty #୨୧˚whiskey writes˚୨୧ #୨୧˚whiskey writes ghost˚୨୧

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock

You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.

And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.

He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.

And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.

And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.

The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.

His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.

"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.

And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.

You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.

The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,

while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.

And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost riley #ghost simon riley #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #cod fanfic #cod x reader #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod modern warfare

[simonrileysfavteacup]

You stir awake, sighing as you roll over to face your sleeping husband. You sit up, fixing your stretchy shirt over your very swollen belly. You pat Simon’s side. “Si? Si! Si!”

He groans as he wakes up, rolling over and shoving his head into his pillow. “Go back t’ sleep.”

“I want a big mac.”

He groans louder. 

“Please, Si? I’m super hungry. And bubby keeps kicking.”

He sighs, “Look ‘t the time, lovie.”

You almost tear up. 

When he notices the frown on your face, he sighs again, getting up. “Which one is the closest?”

You smile, almost jumping with joy as you lean up to press a million kisses to his cheek. “The one on 42nd.”

He leans down, kissing your belly and your lips before heading off to get dressed. 

He returns 20 minutes later, a bag and 2 drinks in hand. You practically moan at the smell as he hands you the bag. 

“I love you,” you moan as you take a bite of your burger. He chuckles, eating his own. “Bubby loves you too. He’s kicking every time I take a bite.”

“Bet ‘e does.” Simon kisses your belly as you stuff a few fries in your mouth. “Lovie?”

“Yeah?” you ask with a mouth full. 

“Do ya think he’ll like me?”

“For the millionth time, my love, you are nothing like your father. You’re far too kind and too amazing and too sweet. He’s going to love you. Just like I do.”

He chuckles, “Love you too.”

He leans down, kissing your belly. 

“Both of ya annoying little buggers. Always fuckin’ hungry.”

#ghost call of duty #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #cod ghost #ghost mw2

[whateveriwant]

NSFW Size Difference HCs with Simon

F!Reader, Part 2, SFW version

“It’s too big” girlfriend 🤝 “I’ll make it fit” boyfriend

Seriously, there’s no such thing as a quickie with this man. Before you have sex, he always has to stretch you out either with a toy or a couple of those thick fingers of his

Speaking of which, you’ve become well acquainted with the taste of his fingers from how many times he’s gagged you with them as he’s fucked you when you have guests over

Oftentimes, he doesn’t even verbally tell you when he’s horny. He’ll just walk up behind you and press his hard cock against your lower back (he calls it “show, don’t tell”)

He’s always teasing you about how small your hands are in comparison to his, especially how you can’t even make your fingers touch as they circle his thick dick :(

Sometimes when he’s going down on you, you think your hips are actually going to dislocate from how far you have to spread them to accommodate for his shoulders

Before he pushes into you, he loves to lay his cock against your stomach and measure how deep inside you he’s going to reach (hint: it’s deep)

Not only is Simon big but he’s strong, meaning one of his favorite positions to fuck you is hoisting you in the air and bouncing you on him

Missionary/mating press can be dangerous because there’s a genuine risk of you getting smothered by his massive chest :(

In a similar vein, good luck trying to kiss this man while you’re having sex because your mouths are nowhere near each other regardless of your position

On more than one occasion, you’ve had to lie to your coworkers/family about the reason you lost your voice. It’s not because you’re sick like you’d said, but rather because your boyfriend had battered the back of your throat with his dick the night before

Truly, there’s no prettier sight in the world to Simon than when you’re lying beneath him, your hands clawing at the bedsheets, little tears sliding down your cheeks as his big cock stretches your pussy open 🥰

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #female reader

[ghouljams]

Everyone wants Ghost to fuck the life outta them until he's been hitting you just right for the last 20 minutes and won't let up. Until he's fucking you like he's in the last stretch of pumps before he comes and you can barely breath with how hard he's fucking you. Until you're sobbing into the sheets because he keeps telling you, "Just one more love" but it's never just one more. Until he fucks you through his own orgasm and doesn't stop for breath. Until he's pinned you under his weight and wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you up from where you're drooling against the mattress so he can hear all the pretty noises you make.

It's all fun and games until you actually see God and they look an awful lot like Simon Riley.

#x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #cod ghost