#Ghost is babygirl

[simonrillleyyysss]

need to sit in between ghost legs as he tells könig the proper way to eat my cunt 🥲

KSEOODBAKDJDUFHRJEE ITS A NEED

sorry it’s short

ghost would be so bossy!! his arms gently wrapped around your neck, lips gently moving across your collarbone; listening to your soft mewls as the redhead between your thighs lapped at your cunt—tongue flicking along your folds, huffing in arousal!!

‘don’t rush, y’ need to take your time, go slow.’

the gruff voice above you commanded, hands moving to cup your breasts, gently groping at the fat;snickering as könig nodded, whining slightly—before slowing his movements; big nose bumping against ur clit!!

‘better. how’s it taste? tell us.’

the austrian let out a soft whine, your eyes fluttering back with soft gasps, his tongue flat against your cunt, hips grinding against his face—muffled speech coming from him, vibrations brushing against your puffy clit!!

‘tastes..tastes so good; sehr, sehr gut.’

‘yeah? sounds like it.’

the blonde mocked, reaching over to tug at königs hair, shoving the man’s face into your pussy, immediately eating you out like his last meal, hands digging into the curve of your thighs, panting like a dog!!

lewd slurping sounds caused you to hide your face in your hand, a chuckle erupting from ghosts chest, thumbs tweaking with your nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger.

‘gonna make them cum?’

‘Immer.’

[http-paprika]

noise / simon “ghost” riley

dad!ghost / pairing simon “ghost” riley x wife!reader / wc 504 / warnings none, pure fluff

summery raising a baby is completely different than anything else simon has done. but a new skill she learns leaves him completely surprised.

note this is what I wrote for the result of the poll, it’s not very long, I know. I just had to write this little story, it was too cute to pass up. maybe I’ll add more dad!ghost one-shots in the future.

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The baby smacks against his chest, babbling loudly as he carries her through the house, trying to pass the time as his wife enjoys a moment of solitude in the shower after Simon got home from work.

Having a baby was still such a strange new chapter in Simon’s life, and the seven months since her birth, it had been a wild ride. Between the joys of watching her grow and learn, to the endless nights of her crying and the struggle of Simon learning how to actually be a good father for her. But the moments he got to spend with her alone, when she wasn’t screaming her lungs off, had become a favorite part of his day. Watching her smile, listening to her little laughs, was one of the things that he always looked forward to when he returned home from a long day.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” He chuckles, pretending to understand his infant daughter as she tries to converse with him. Moving through the house, he walks her out into the cool autumn air where their dog ran up to greet them.

“Be careful.” Simon tells her as she turns, leaning against his arms to try and reach the happy, retired military dog, Bandit, who barks up at her. Slowly, he crouches down on level with the canine who continues to enthusiastically bark and paw at them.

“Gentle.” He says to her as she reaches out, taking a fistful of the dog’s fur. “Gentle, lovie. Gentle. Just like that”

Simon takes her tiny little hand in his own, showing her how to pet the dog. Eventually, he drops his hand allowing the baby to reach out on her own autonomy and pat at Bandit’s muzzle.

She makes a noise that startles him, his eyes widening as Simon realizes the baby is attempting to mimic the dog as it yips back at her. It comes out a babbled mess, but there’s no mistaking the imitation and the excited nature of the baby everytime the dog responds back to her.

“There you two are, I was wondering where you’d disappeared to.” His wife steps out onto the patio, a startled look on her face as Simon looks up at her, exasperated. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s barking.”

“What?” She furrows her brow, confused by his statement and folding her arms looking down at him and the baby. “What are you talking about, Simon?”

“Just— listen. Bandit, speak.” He commands the dog, who obliges and barks, quickly followed by the daughter who attempts to bark back, giggling and kicking her feet afterward. “She’s imitating the dog.”

Almost as if to prove his point to her mother, the baby does it again, this time smiling up at her mother while doing it. The two adults just stare down at the baby who’s proud of the new noise she’s managed to make.

“She’s never gonna stop, is she?” Simon finally asks his wife, the realization creeping over him, his face contorting in horror.

“No, she’s not.”

[thebookbutterfly]

Get ready because it’s time for girl-dad!Simon Riley part 2.

We all know that Simon’s daughter would have him wrapped around her little finger. So, of course he’s going to spoil her with his military salary. She is never unreasonable about it but when she really wants something all she has to do is bat her tiny little eyelashes at him and it’s game over.

She has a wealth of Barbies, sparkly dresses, pink t-shirts with skulls on them and light up sketchers. Her favourite doll (much to your amusement) was a soldier action figure she had begged Simon to buy. “It’s just like you daddy!” She had squealed, little pigtails bouncing as she dragged him to see what she had found. 5 minutes later they had left the store GI Joe in hand, and Simon, with watery eyes (not that he would admit it).

When he is away on deployment it is the one thing she takes everywhere. She had very quickly been unable to fall asleep without it.

When Simon finally gets back he wants to spend as much time with his little girl as possible. You can’t count how many times you had opened the front door to find Simon’s huge frame hunched up on a tiny chair in your daughter’s room. His eyes were always warm and his scarred mouth set in a soft smile as he pretended to take sips of tea from the teensy pink teacup she had handed him. The sight of him there, messy blond hair filled with glittery butterfly clips, while being bossed around by a girl 1/10th his size never failed to be amusing.

And oh boy would his daughter boss him around. When they play dolls Simon is under a strict set of rules. One of which being that if he was going to play Barbies with her then he HAS to use his girl voice. Between his naturally deep timbre and his accent it is a bit of a strangled impression. But he gives it his all every time.

The idea of this big, scarred, war-hardened man being soft and gentle with his daughter has me down HORRENDOUS. I need to lie down—

[vic-draws-sometimes]

I debated for a while posting this, but I suppose if my followers are SamBucky enjoyers they’d be GhostSoap enjoyers as well 

This is fanart for the fic called Catch Me... Please by its_debuty_caleb on AO3, it’s stuck in my head and I have read it multiple times now 

Prepare for more of these two because I’m obssessed 

[neimlise]

Soap: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Ghost: I'm a knife.

(Y/n), from across the room: They're the little spoon.

[moon-bi-knight]

Me: No I wouldn’t say I have any daddy issues-

Me: Fuck…. Well at least I don’t have mommy issues-

Me: FUCK

[aestheticanimegirl15]

Paring: Simon “Ghost” Riley + Wife! Reader 

Summary: Simon comes home late and finds you already asleep and in trying to crawl in bed next to you wakes you up, fluffy moments ensure 

Warnings: Fluff, slight self-doubt? 

Song suggestion to read this to: Work song by Hozier

I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!! I just got sucked into a fandom I know hardly anything about and it's about a game I don't even play but there is something about these masked men that get me every time. Anyway sorry for the long hiatus of me not posting I hope you enjoy this and remember to stay safe, beautiful, and remember to drink your water 🌸✌🏽🦋

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 Ghost knew it was late when he arrived home from his latest deployment and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with you and sleep in until late in the afternoon the next day. Quietly he unlocked and opened the door to your shared house and stepped inside leaving his shoes and bags in the hallway as he walked to the bedroom. He noticed a light coming from the slight crack in the door and he silently opened the door to see your sleeping form curled underneath the covers. 

 It was apparent you had tried to stay awake till he got home but lost the battle to sleep and had left the bedside lamp on. Ghost lingered in the doorway letting his thoughts take over as he watched your sleeping form, what did he do right in his life to deserve you? He had so much blood on his hands and demons constantly crawling in his mind but you didn’t seem to care. You would hold him gently late at night when his mind would play tricks on him and chase his demons away with whispered words of comfort followed by gentle touches. 

  Ghost knew he didn’t deserve a gentle soul like you to come home to but Simon was glad that he never had to go home to an empty and cold house like he had to many times before. Shaking his head he walked over to switch off the light and bent down beside the bed once you started to stir and wake up. He tried to get you to settle down and go back to sleep but failed once he saw your eyes open.

“Baby is that you?” You said groggily as you turned on the lamp he had just turned off. You lay back down as you looked at your husband happy that he was finally home, a smile blooming across your face. It faded slightly though once you saw he was still wearing the mask. Gently you reached out and placed your hands at the end of the cover causing his hand to reach up and gently grab your wrist. Stoping your movements you looked into his eyes “I’m not going to hurt you, is it ok if I take this off? I would like to see my husband.” You gently whispered. 

Ghost’s eyes flickered up to yours taking in your features for a moment before moving his hand away from your wrist. Smiling gently you gently and slowly start to take the mask off giving him every opportunity to stop you if he wanted to. Once you got the mask off you set it on the nightstand before looking at the uncovered face of your husband. Reaching out you gently place your hand on his cheek 

“ There he is.” You say as you run your thumb across his cheek making him close his eyes and lean into your hand. No other words were said as you scooted over letting him crawl into the bed next to you before turning off the lamp. You let him cuddle into your chest as his arms wrapped around you holding you close to his body. It often went like this when he came back home and you never questioned it knowing that he just needed to remind himself that he was home again as he grounded himself into realizing that you were actually in his arms and not just a figment of his imagination. You carded your fingers through his sandy blonde hair as you slowly started to fall asleep again content in knowing that your husband was home, he was here in your arms again. Faintly as your eyes started to close you caught a glimpse of your wedding ring glinting in the moonlight that has filtered in through the curtains and a soft smile grazed your lips before sleep took over your body. 

Simon stayed awake a little while longer listening to your heartbeat and soft snores as you peacefully slept in his arms. At that moment he knew what he knew from when he first decided to marry you in that small church up on the hill in the British countryside. No grave would be able to hold his body down, he would always crawl home to you. 

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave could hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her. – Hozier “Work song”

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Could do do another one with ghost?? R is in the Air Force and comes home for the 3 week break only to see the door busted open, R thinks the worst and takes out her own gun only to find some man in her house, fights the man and ghost heard the commotion and breaks them up?? Turns out the man is in fact soap bunking overnight until he can drive to his own house?? Thanks 👍🏻

Unexpected Guests

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader ft Soap.

Your eyes squinted as you approached your door, the bag on your shoulder immediately dropping onto the grass on your front lawn before you reached towards the holster on your thigh to grab your gun. The door wasn’t open enough for a normal person to notice it, but you weren’t exactly normal, being a soldier in the Air Force made you hyper aware of little details.

You slowly made your way towards the door, opening it slightly to see your surrounding before walking in and heading for the first room, the kitchen. Although the house was in perfect order, the way you left it when you left a few months ago, it didn’t stop you from being a slight bit suspicious.

Your heart missed a beat when there was an actual man in your kitchen, too small to be considered Simon, but he was in duty uniform. You wondered if he was one of you, or the opposite. Still, better safe than sorry, right?

You silently made your way towards him, you’re footsteps barely audible as you wrapped one of your arms around his neck, the gun now pressed up against up against his throat. “What are you doing in my house?” The second he felt your arms he gripped your wrists, thinking what to do for a second before pushing backwards making you both fall onto the floor. He landed on you, trying to turn around to pin you down before attempting to grab your gun.

“Your house?!” He near shouted, groaning as your grip on him strengthened. Still, he managed to twist and press his forearm to your throat, your only defence was your gun and your legs, so you pressed the gun to his gut and kicked him where it hurt. The Scottish accent made you slightly question everything. Hadn’t Simon mentioned some annoying Scottish dude he served with?? Soap??

“Soap?” You groaned, his body still weighing yours down, his arm now off your neck so you could breathe freely. You gasped in air, crawling backwards from under the man’s body as he tried to breathe himself away from the pain between his legs. You were going to raise the gun towards him until you heard heavy footsteps along the hallway, so you raised your gun towards there.

Simon basically ran towards the noise, his own gun drawn as he scanned the kitchen for intruders. You breathed heavily and dropped your gun, dropping your head down against the cold tiles too as you slowly regained oxygen. Simon looked at the scene, brows so furrowed you could see his expression through his mask. Soap was still unfortunately groaning in pain, rolling around on the floor in agony.

“What the fuck.” Simon questioned, dropping his arm and walking toward you, watching as you rubbed your throat before you took his hand to help you up. He made sure you were good before crouching next to Soap, exchanging some words you couldn’t hear from where you leaned on the counter, and giving him a hand up too.

“A warning before you invite your friends next time?” You pushed yourself off and walked towards the two, Simon holding onto Johnny just enough so he didn’t fall to the ground again. “I almost shot his head off.”

“I was just about to text you.” He claimed, helping Soap towards the table as you walking towards the fridge, taking out some ice and handing it to Soap with a apologetic expression on your face. You could tell by Simon’s tone he wasn’t mad, but rather amused until it dawned on him both of you could of been dead.

“Jesus, man. You’ve got a kick to ya’.” Soap groaned placing the ice against his crotch. Simon turned to you and cupped your jaw, checking your neck carefully assessing the damage. There’s be some slight bruising but over all you were both fine, thankfully.

“It was either your nuts or my lungs, take a guess what I’d have picked.” You argued, still feeling a little bad knowing basically everything about this man yet not even aware of what he looked like. “I would have shot you if not for your accent, man.”

Soap chuckled through the pain, realising Simon must have talked to you about him at some point. How else would you have known about him at all? About his accent?

There’s was a small moment of silence before Soap got his shit together, looking up to properly scan your face. Simon went to get some ice for your neck as you stared at each other, thinking of what to say to a person you almost killed.

He turned to Simon instead as he pressed ice to your neck, watching your face turn into a frown at the contact.

“This definitely your lass then, eh?”

“This definitely Soap then, eh?” You mimicked his words with a smirk, a laugh falling out of both yours and Johnny’s lips as Simon looked at you both like you were insane. This could of been disastrous, but thankfully wasn’t, so you felt no harm in laughing a little about it.

“You’re both stupid, could of killed each other.”

“You guys left the door open, what was I meant to think?”

“She started strangling me!”

Simon signed as he looked at you, towering over your body as he held ice to your neck still, occasionally looking at how Soap was doing. Eventually you said you need to get changed out of your uniform, so Simon let you to upstairs before turning to sit beside Soap on another chair.

“How is it?”

“Shut et, L.t.”

“She handed your ass to you.”

He glanced at Ghost before looking back down, closing his eyes to try and forget the pain. He heard Simon stand, and felt him Pat his shoulder before his footsteps fates as he headed upstairs, undoubtedly to find you. He just accepted it and kept the ice on his groin, pleating it would all pass soon.

You hummed slightly when Simon’s hands wrapped around your waist, your head falling onto his shoulder. You’d not seen him in months, the occasional text was exchanged but neither of you really had time with constantly being in different time zones and moving countries. It was hard, but you managed.

“You’re home earlier than I thought?”

He hummed, finally taking his mask off with a groan. You spun in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked up at him.

“Yeah mission ended early. The fucker can’t get home until tomorrow.”

You chuckled, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss his lips for the first time in months.

“Giving him a place to stay is the least we can do after I almost killed him.”

“Rightly so. At least I know you can defend yourself, he’s a foot taller than you and you still managed to kick his ass.”

THE END

[michaelthejesse]

Guys, I know my posting schedule is comparable to the GTA release schedule but I mean… two posts in one day? Hell I can’t even do two in one week half the time. Also @cod-dump post too, YOU GUYS ARE EATIN GOOD TONIGHTS. And blob ghost ♥️

[simonrillleyyysss]

imagine having a teddy that reminds you of simon so you sew little clothes for it that resembles simon's uniform (the tact gear, the black attire, etc!) and when simon catches you with that teddy that seemingly wore clothes like him, he would lose his mind and fuck you while you hold your teddy because you were just so needy and in love with him that you just had to have a mini simon teddy as well so he could be around you 24/7 !!!

OHHHH YWSYEYSEUESYES

first time simon sees it is when he’s helping you arrange the teddies in colour coordinated order, his gaze flicking to the black and white halloween themed stuffie—skeleton printed on its forehead, the bear wearing a little diy tactical vest, and boots

he thought it was cute!! would ask you what it was to tease you, watching you become all flustered and whiney cause of him realising;((

‘what did you name m’?’

‘simon…’

honestly, he was content with the fact you took comfort in a stuffie resembling him, and it even gave him a bit of an ego boost—his silly dolly couldn’t stay away from him for a few minutes? it even had his cologne sprayed!

‘ever hump it?’

‘ewww!’

he’d have you on all fours, ur arms wrapped around the black bear in your grasp as he thrusted into you from behind, heavy balls slapping against the soft curve of your ass, his hands moving to knead at your hips, slamming you back to meet his thrusts of desperation!!

‘si-sisiisiiii!’

you squealed out, cunny fluttering around him as you dug your face into the fur of the stuffed animal, feeling him pat your head with a large palm.

‘that’s it, pup..take it all for me, yeah’? tell your teddy how good it feels.’

the male growled into your ear, watching you weep out in pleasure.

‘it feels-oh—it feels so goouhh..goouhd!’

he’d have u babbling with his cum pouring out of your aching hole, smiling as he lifted the bear and played with it.

[http-paprika]

Ghost: *makes the shittiest shot ever*

Y/N: Absolutely stunning, Lt.

[baohanhanesel]

Pinterest decided to bless me tonight.

Reference undercut.

[fenriswine]

„What has two legs and bleeds?” but make it valentine’s card version

[dreamgothgirl]

For the First Time: König X F! Reader

Inspired by the Mac Demarco song of the same name

Idk I just hear him when I think of this goofy ah ball of anxiousness

A/N: Hellloooo~ so sorry about the delay for the second part of tensions, I’ve just enrolled in college, got a year older, AND have a brain malformation now so LMAO sorry but shit happens. I’ve also been trying to not let it have lazy, subpar writing so it’s also a matter of quality. I hope this can somewhat suffice for the time being. Sorry this is lazy I just wanted to write :(

WARNINGS: mostly sfw but implied NSFW, suggestive themes

18+

Reader does not have a specific race but is POC friendly as always :)

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He felt like he was in a dream. He had to have been dead on the field to be experiencing this, right, he thought. König never saw a woman as gorgeous and godly as you. A deity; an otherworldly being. You had to be. Everytime he saw you, it felt like the first time.

When you gave him that knee-weakening plea in your eyes as you suckled his thumb and whispered a quiet but lustful, “Please, mein herz.~”

Fuck, he was glad he’d taken the time to teach you his native tongue. It rolled off yours so perfect and melodically like the Gregorian chants of Notredame. Ethereal while it left a haunting but pleasurable tremble run through him to make him feel reborn again.

If he had to choose, König’s favorite parts of you would be your hands, lips, and skin. He didn’t believe you; he even laughed when you told him you were insecure about your skin the first time until you began telling him all the struggles that came with its color and culture.

Everything you assumed you had every right to hate because of it it, König adored. He loved learning about everything you and your people were and accomplished just as much as you liked learning about his own heritage. Even the bad parts he woefully lamented about when that bridge was crossed.

Your hands that caressed his insecurities, scars, and lines on his body before holding his face and playing with his hair drove him wild. There weren’t very many times where he wouldn’t put you in a trance from the longing lust in his seductive eyes when that happened. One of you ended up on your knees every time.

Tonight, those emotions ran fiercer. Your touches were accompanied by the coolness of your new dainty diamond engagement ring while the fiery desire from his fingertips burned and stung your skin like a jolt of pleasurable electricity. It all played like a lucid dream. Unreal, heavenly, and almost like every motion was mirrored like an ethereal fantasia dream sequence.

The synchronization of your sounds was a sensual cacophony of what König would call true love. You; safety and freedom. He whispered against your neck while he peppered delicate, passionate kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long, meine leibe. I was so scared you’d never feel the same. I’m glad…so glad.”

Your back arched into his body as you exposed your neck more with a hot, breathy moan, “König…you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted..all I’ll ever want.”

His large hand took your own, locking your fingers together as he rutted his hips into the hot space between your legs, slow but assertive, “I’m all yours. I belong to you know, mein leibe. I’ll take good care of you, blume. I’ll never let another man take you away from me.”

The deep growl in his possessiveness made your stomach flip and your thighs squeeze his hips, followed by a whimpering moan, “F-…fuck. I wouldn’t let that happen, daddy. Never.”

His eyes darkened and you let a much louder moan escape your throat in surprise as he gave one strong thrust, “Say that again,” he commanded.

You whined and he slapped your naked thigh, “Quickly. Don’t tease me, darling. Say it.”

“Im…I’m yours…daddy.”

He shuddered and you held back a moan at the jingling of his belt and zipper, “That’s right. Das ist mein mädchen. Now,” he whispered against your stomach, pulling your panties down your already trembling legs, “Lass uns anfangen.”

[boozenboze]

Male Reader X Ghost

Y/n sees Ghost doing a TikTok dance and wants to join in...

It's funny cuz this has been on my mind for YEARS lmao

Jump in

Simon Riley x Male reader

Summary:You see your Lieutenant aka Ghost doing a TikTok in a secluded part of the base and decided to join

Price had called you down to his office to give you some documents to fill out.You would have gone straight to his office if you hadn’t seen Ghost near the back part of the base dancing.Now you could either

A-Ask to join him

Or

B-Be In the background of the video doing the dance as well

Of course you chose your second option,and when Ghost went up to his phone seemingly about to record.You had moved up a bit closer to hear the audio “I’ve never been with a baddie”.

“I think Lieutenant is going through his Babygirlism era.”M/n mumbled while Ghost set up his camera.

*5 minutes later after Ghost finally got the dance right and went through with it*

M/n had walked away after Ghost finished the video and made his way to Prices office,which is where he should’ve been.

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Ghost was currently in his room trying to enjoy some afternoon tea.Soap was ranting about how Gaz made fun of his Mohawk since it had gotten frizzy due to the weather.Ghost wasn’t even paying much attention since his phone kept vibrating every few minutes.The masked male huffed in annoyance before grabbing the device and looking st it’s main screen.The video he had posted blew up,some were about him and the rest were something like

“Who’s that in the back😍”

“Babygirl tag the cutie in the back”

“The h/c haired male is the baddie of this video”

“Whats the guy in the backs @?”

Ghost was a bit confused until he checked the video himself.

“What are you looking at L.t?”Soap said now looking over the other males shoulder.Soap started laughing when he saw M/n in the background dancing with Ghost.

“Ahh so he’s the reason your videos been blowing up.Hell I didn’t even see him till now!Soap said while patting the other male on the back and laughing profusely.

“Fucking hell.”Ghost muttered to himself as he let the video replay,watching every move the h/c haired male did.

Imma end up editing this later

[richardazer]

new things aren't always bad huh L.T.?