#Ghost cod

[speedilyserratedvalley]

art by

Aleksandra Skiba

[gloomwitchwrites]

Just walked out of the shower with a funny idea. The 141 men wanting to join in the shower, but maybe jumping out or smth cause the water is TOO hot, feeling like it could easily burn their skin down.

Soap is diving into that shower without a second thought because he takes any chance to see you naked/touch you he can. He yelps, swears in Scots, and nearly slips and falls (taking the shower curtain with him if there is one) as he attempts to escape the hot water.

Gaz, knowing that you take showers that are hotter than hell, politely watches from inside the bathroom, acting like he’s brushing his teeth or styling his hair. Will risk his hand to touch your butt.

Ghost braves the hot water and the reddened skin afterward because nothing is stopping him from having some quality shower (naked) time with you. It’s straight-faced, thousand-yard stare, and a silent scream on the inside, but Ghost is right there with you.

Price wants to join and knows better. He’s reaching in, yanking the temperature knob to “cold” to startle you, giving him an opening to hop in before turning the water temp back to an appropriate temperature. He’ll give promises of “I’ll keep you warm” instead of suffering under a scorching deluge.

CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist

[actuallyacat]

CAPTAIN !! WAKE UP YOUR LIEUTENANT IS COMPROMISED !!

The promised continuation of my last post 🥳

[amaranthinespirit]

stalker!simon riley who breaks into your house, but it's clear he underestimated you because the next thing he knows, he's on the ground with a knife to his neck.

how was simon supposed to know a delicate thing such as yourself could make a grown fall to the ground and wield a knife while still looking so pretty and soft? not to mention, it's pitch black because the lights are out for the night.

and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hard as fuck.

[xoxomingi]

FULL OF YOU

simon riley x bunny!reader

warnings: smut, breeding kink, multiple rounds/locations, unprotected sex(creampie), pet names, simon being thirsty. wc: 1.4k

it’s like you can’t go anywhere without simon trying to fill you up.

he swears it’s your fault. walking around in those soft little shorts, shirt riding up, that sweet, clueless little voice—just being you.

“you know what that does to me, bunny.”

he says it while your hands are in the sink, washing up like it’s just another sunday.

you giggle, totally unbothered. “i’m not even doing anything,” you shrug.

but simon’s already pressing up behind you, thick arms caging you against the counter.

“exactly.”

his voice is all low and gritty in your ear, big hand sneaking up under your tank top while the other palms your ass.

you whimper when he pulls your shorts down, panties soaked and stuck to your folds. he huffs a breath through his nose like he’s proud.

“already wet for me?”

you nod, but he makes you say it.

“yes—yes, simon. always.”

he doesn’t even take you to the bedroom. just bends you over the sink, cheek smushed to the cold porcelain, and presses himself inside, slow but so deep.

your knees almost buckle but he holds your hips so tight you don’t dare fall.

you can feel him in your belly.

you always can.

“gonna fill you up, bunny. yeah? make sure you’re dripping with me all day.”

you moan out something that sounds like a yes, even though your words are already all mushy.

he fucks you slow at first, watching how your soft thighs jiggle with every thrust, how your mouth stays open, breath fogging up the mirror.

“look at you,” he grunts, tilting your head just enough to catch your reflection. “sweet lil’ thing, lettin’ me use you whenever i want.”

he spills in you just like he always does—thick and full, and he stays inside. lets it sit.

his hand rubs over your tummy like he’s trying to coax it deeper.

“take all of it, love. yeah, that’s my good girl.”

you think he’s done after that.

you even lay on the couch in your big t-shirt and thigh-highs, watching a cartoon and hugging a plushie to your chest.

but he walks by with a glass of water and stops in his tracks.

“bunny,” he mutters, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

“hm?” you glance up innocently.

he just sets the glass down and kneels on the rug right in front of you.

next thing you know, he’s yanking your legs open and burying his face between your thighs like a starved man.

licking and slurping up all the mess he left inside you, letting his tongue fuck into you while you whimper and buck your hips against him.

you’re panting, babbling nonsense, thighs shaking—and he doesn’t stop.

not until you cum again.

not until you’re crying his name and clutching his hair like you’ll float away without him.

then he shoves two fingers inside, thick and slick.

“still so full,” he murmurs. “but not enough.”

he’s hard again. already.

you don’t even get a warning before he’s pushing back in, and you swear it’s deeper this time—like he’s fucking the mess right back in, balls slapping your ass with every heavy thrust.

you sob and he groans, like he likes how dumb you sound.

“need to keep you stuffed, bunny. every. fuckin’. hour.”

you go to grab a snack in the kitchen?

bent over the fridge.

he makes you hold onto the shelves while he presses his chest to your back and pounds you from behind.

you don’t even make it to the snacks.

you’re folding laundry in your cute little sleep shorts?

he bends you over the bed.

rips your panties to the side and groans about how you still feel like him inside.

you’re stretching in the hallway before your workout?

you get pinned to the wall.

and he fucks you up against it with his hand around your neck, calling you his good girl while you squeeze around him and moan like it’s the only thing you’re good for.

(which, let’s be honest—you are.)

and when night finally rolls around, you think maybe—just maybe—he’s gotten it out of his system.

you’re laying in bed in one of his old t-shirts, legs sore and pussy puffy, lips parted and brain totally scrambled.

you look so sleepy and cute and fucked-out.

but simon climbs in next to you, drags you into his chest, and nuzzles his face against your neck.

and then he murmurs it.

“think you can take one more for me, bunny?”

you nod immediately. your body’s tired but your pussy clenches just from the sound of his voice.

you turn to face him, and he gently spreads your thighs open, laying you back like you’re fragile.

he whispers praise the whole time. kisses your cheeks and your collarbones, and rubs his tip through your folds until you’re whining and trying to arch your back.

“shh. easy, love. i got you.”

he presses inside one last time, slow and sweet and so full it knocks the air from your lungs.

you grab his arms, nails digging into the thick muscle, and he just groans.

“yeah… that’s it. that’s my girl.”

he makes love to you this time. not just fucking. not just filling.

it’s deep and slow and warm, and he holds your hips steady so every drop stays inside.

he finishes with a low moan and bites down on your shoulder, hips still grinding even after he’s done, like he doesn’t wanna let go.

when he finally pulls out, it’s messy.

it drips.

you look between your thighs, eyes big and dazed, and you whimper a little.

simon just smirks and scoops it up with his fingers.

pushes it right back in.

“can’t waste any of it, bunny.”

his voice is soft, but the look in his eyes is feral.

“gonna make sure you’re full of me tomorrow too.”

[ghouljams]

re: ghost showing he can lift fat reader, he probably also does those couple pushups where reader is sitting on his back

if there's one thing that man loves it's showing off. he'll pick you up just to squat you a couple times, show that he isn't even breaking a sweat. the man loves fat girls, stares at the plump birds that pass by his flat and plots out exactly how he'd fuck each other them, stares at the woman wagging her fat ass in his face at the gym (she is literally just using the squat rack), stares at the birdy at his local bakery and thinks about pushing his face between her tits, generally is just a menace to every big girl in the london area...

tell him one time that he can't lift you and he will never let your feet hit the ground again, find some other way to insult him honey because that method is only going to get you in trouble

[budyak]

clean version under cut. It feels so underwhelming…bruh

[givilovelybuns]

I've been having an hyperfixation on this man for months and thought I might aswell come to Tumblr to find my community, though I don't know how it works

I mean it, like

... Down BAD.

[boodarko]

LABEWBEW 😝🤩

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Simon degrading you (nsfw)

“Oh, you're so fuckin' dirty. Look at your cunt, all open and dripping, just beggin' to be filled, hm?”

You're lying on the bed, his hands holding your knees far apart so his eyes, dark with lust, can study your pussy.

“Look at her, look how she clenches 'round nothin. Do you really want me that bad? Are you that dirty, you little slut?”

He slips a finger into you with mock kindness.

“Aw, look at ya. Is that what you've been whinin' and bitchin' about? Just needed to be filled, needed someone to put something in this needy pussy of yours.”

And then, when he's finally sinking his cock into you, he gets meaner.

“Yeah, you've been desperate, huh? Just all needy, acting like a pretty slut just to get my cock. You're so pathetic sometimes, girl. You're lucky this pussy is good, otherwise what would you do, hm? Oh, baby. What would you do without me?”

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Simon Riley masterlist

[rawme-price]

Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.

Edit for clarification: ripped = extremely defined muscles.

[cameronsbabydoll]

blunt!simon!riley during your honeymoon

cw: dubiously consensual language / power imbalance, breeding kink / pregnancy kink, possessive + degrading language, obsession + ownership themes, implied somnophilia (waking you up with sex) marking, bruising, overstimulation, territorial behavior / isolation kink, objectification

a/n: divider by @bernardsbendystraws

he doesn’t take you to a beach. no cute sandals, no cocktails. he takes you to a cabin in the woods with no cell service and blackout curtains.

“honeymoon’s for makin’ sure it sticks.”

you don’t leave the bed for days.

you’re wearing nothing but his t-shirt and your wedding ring. your thighs are sore. your voice is gone. you’re leaking everywhere, and he won’t stop pressing his palm to your belly like he’s checking.

“doesn’t feel full enough. think i need to try again.”

he eats you out in the kitchen. fucks you over the balcony railing. carries you from room to room like a doll. he lets you nap only so he can wake you up by slipping in slow and whispering:

“’s your honeymoon, sweetheart. you want me to take care of you, yeah?”

you lose track of how many times he finishes inside you.

and he keeps whispering that same promise into your ear, every time your belly tenses up or your breath catches or your thighs shake:

“gonna give you a belly, yeah? a bump. little ring on your finger and a fuckin’ baby in you. real wife now.”

[temeyes]

riley bros (and their mammoth-like heights)

[dead-flight]

Overprotective!Simon my HUSBAND.

He's never been worried. Not at home, not when he could fight any assailants off himself. Hell, they'd be fucking loose in the head to think they could take him on. It's not like he had much to show either--he didn't have much in the ways of luxury, simply because he chose not to purchase it.

Until he met you. He was nervous then, suddenly fixing shit around the house he'd let slip by him--the broken security system, the hole in the ceiling where he'd ripped out the smoke alarm because of its incessant 'low battery' beeping. Sure it was dangerous, but he hadn't cared before.

What never changed was the fact he'd had guns all over the house. You told him before that you'd feel sorry for whatever poor bloke thought he could grab a quick check off of your home, and he'd laughed in response, told you not to worry about it. He'd deal with it, after all, should push come to shove.

So he's prepared when he hears rustling from downstairs, and the beeping of the security system he'd had installed beeping away beside his ear--quiet enough for you to never notice, loud enough for him to wake up. He slips out of bed, sooths the crease that forms between your brows when his warmth leaves from beside yours, and grabs the pistol under the bed.

Whoever's broken in is about to feel bloody sorry for even trying.

He's efficient. Makes quick work of checking upstairs, deems it all clear before he's creeping down the stairs--the perpetrator's back in immediate sight. He's rifling through the desk in the study, thumbing through cabinets for cash, or anything expensive.

He only notices Simon when Simon wants him to. It's a firm press of the gun to the guy's head, causing him to jump, flinching under the touch. "What the hell--"

“I’d shoot y’point blank right ‘ere if I could, but the missus is sleepin’ upstairs. So y’ve got thirty seconds t’fuck off before I turn y’into a stain on the carpet," Simon interjects, checking the clock on the wall absently. Like it's just an average weekday to him.

"Hey, hey man, I'm just--" he raises his hands placatingly, dropping the papers he had been holding.

"Aye. Don't give a fuck. Would rather not stain the carpet, though, missus really likes this one. Said it's real soft n' nice on 'er feet."

Simon catches the door as he practically sprints from the home, only to avoid it slamming--he wouldn't want to alarm you, of course. He hums, shuts it quietly, and goes to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

When he's back upstairs, shuffling into the bedroom, your wide eyes looking at him and quietly asking him where he went--how dare he leave you when you were cuddling, he smiles, places the glass on the nightstand and sneakily slips the gun right where he'd first gotten it.

“Nothing, luv, was thirsty, needed t’grab some water.”

[actuallyacat]

Tactical beach episode