#call of duty ghost simon riley

[lvlyghost]

Tainted Heart

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: After not seeing you for a few weeks, you come back to the base acting strange.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

TW: sexual themes, smut but not too explicit. anxiety, self-doubt. worried!simon, poor baby thinks he's done something wrong💔comfort and fluff, mind the english!🐸

A/N: okay so yeah, i can't believe I finished this so fast. anyway enjoy!🥹✨🫶🏻💚gif's not mine' iloveyousimonriley!💗

Masterlist✨

You try to even your shaky breathing before opening the door of the meeting room. Taking more than usual to toughen up, the last thing you want is anyone asking if you were okay. Not even your teammates and especially not Simon. Hands trembling when you open and close them, a cold sweat that runs down your spine with the clear signs of anxiety that will soon start to bubble up if you don't get this over with soon.

Another moment passes when all you can hear is your own heart racing in your ears and the world spins for a second; pushing the door open you enter. Everyone's already there, sitting around the wooden table. Four pair of eyes find you, Soap and Gaz smile your way and John nods motioning for you to take your seat next to Ghost. But you can't bring yourself to do it. You need space. You need to be left alone to battle with your own mind. Instead you grab one of the chairs and set it far from them, sitting in the far corner.

Price's eyebrows furrow but doesn't comment on it, merely resuming what he was just telling the rest of the task force. Everyone's attention is back to the Captain except for Ghost. Ghost who's frowning so hard behind the mask at your refusal to join them. It sparks a sense of irritation and worry.

He knows he shouldn't be feeling that way. You are not even together, even if a few nights spent in each other's rooms had taken place, he considered himself something akin to a friend more than just your superior or a few hook ups here and there. Were you important to him? Absolutely yes. He needed to see your eyes, needed you to look his way so he can see through you as he usually does. Your beautiful eyes would tell him what he needed to know.

But you ignore him.

Glaring at Price without really looking. Lost in your head. You know you should be paying attention but it's all static to your ears, it's the sound of every pen writing down on a sheet. Of feet being dragged across the tile floor. Bodies shifting in their seats. Someone sipping on water.

One of the boys making a comment as your leg bounces up and down not being able to stop it. All the voices inside are muffled and you just want to get out of there so bad.

"Sergeant?" Price calls you, raising his voice and pulling yourself back from your stupor.

Eyes blinking rapidly as your attention turns to him and the room is deadly silent. Was that a hair pin dropping in the hallway?

"Yes Captain?" You ask, body numb and cold.

Price sighs.

"I asked if there's anything else you want to know about the mission? You're leaving in two weeks with Ghost."

"Oh." The answer is muttered so lowly they can barely hear your voice. You find the face of the Lieutenant for one second before looking away as if it had burned you. Simon's body goes stiff. "No."

Not convinced but not wanting to push for another answer he dismisses all of you. You're storming out of the room before he's fully done, leaving the four men taken aback by your strange demeanor.

It's not until you've reached the women's barracks that you stop. If anyone had followed you, you didn't notice too preoccupied and deep in that somber haze that's been clouding your mind since you got back from home.

Memories of everything that went wrong. And the memories of the man across the room.

-

A beautiful, warm feeling forms in your belly, big hands tightly hold your waist. His face hiding in the crook of your neck as your arms circle his broad shoulders holding onto him, sinking up and down on his lap. Sweet sounds of skin slapping against skin echo around the quiet night of his room. Simon mutters sweet nothings in your ear as you both chase your highs, coming undone at the same time he forces you took straight to his brown eyes and your heart flutters, overwhelmed at the way he takes in your presence and breathes the essence of you. Just you as a whole. He doesn't let you go until he's spilled everything inside you, massaging you over the soft fabric of your —his— shirt that neither bothered to take off, too enraptured to care.

"Hey, you with me?" giving a small squeeze to your hip Simon let's you touch his face and trace the scars that adorn the uneven parts of his skin. He notices the way your attention seems to drift away from where you are.

"Yeah. Was thinking about us."

His brows lift.

"What about us?" Inhaling deeply you shake your head lifting from your spot and walking on somewhat wobbly legs, Simon follows you to the bathroom wondering why you're acting so strange. "Sweetheart?"

"It's nothing, I promise." He watches as you clean yourself, he could've done it —he has every other time— but now with your sudden change he doesn't know what to think. "I have to go. My parents are waiting for me."

Clenching his jaw he decided to not pressure you on the matter. Ghost was aware that visiting your parents or talking about them struck a nerve within you.

"Want me to give you a ride?" You look at him through the mirror and shake your head in denial.

"I can take the bus."

"Love..."

"It's fine, Simon." You utter. "It's fine."

Turning around on your heels you walk past him, who stays anchored to the same spot outside the bathroom. He watches as you gather your belongings and begin to dress. Simon crosses his arms over his chest.

"Text me when you get home, please?"

A curt nod is all you give him.

-

You never texted him although he had tried to reach out to you in the next few days and you try not to think about everything that's happened as you strip naked and step in the shower. Warm water washing your body, forehead pressing on the cool tiles of the wall. Shoulders shaking, hands coming to your mouth trying to muffle your sobs.

The all too clear picture of your father telling you no one could ever love you. Your mother doing her best to console you when you had told her the truth.

"I- I think I love him mom." sad eyes fixated on the far wall. "And I don't know what to do."

She had taken your hand with a beautiful smile on her lips.

"Any man would be lucky to have you, darling."

Her words resounding in your ears, and your eyes glimmer with hope. Hope that maybe she's right.

But you had promised to never let it get that far. You'll lose him and that's what pains you the most.

Girl's snickering and walking in the shared showers can be heard from behind, you can't see them but the sound of their giggles fade away in an instant. Gone as soon as they came. Turning off the water pipes you wrap yourself with the white towel neatly hung on the bathroom rack and the moment you slide the curtain open you're met with brown eyes leaning against the opposite wall. He's been waiting, hearing you cry. Shooing away all the women who came with a single hard look their way. No doubt gossiping about the Lieutenant being in the women's section.

A long silence stretches between the two before he finally breaks it, pushing himself off the wall and slowly walking towards you, who holds the towel against your body in a vice-like grip.

"Haven't heard from you in days. Weeks." He starts, eyes following the droplets that travel down your body and back to your face. You've been crying. Simon hates seeing you cry and not being able to do anything about it. It makes him feel powerless, worthless. What do you call a man that can't even help his girl? "You've been ignoring me. May I ask what's going on?"

He's calm, controlled despite the rage within him. You never texted him back that day, never answered his calls leaving him worried and dwelling on the whole situation.

His own insecurities sparked the worst.

"Nothing, just personal stuff Lt." clearing your throat you try to walk past him but he grabs your arm.

"Bloody hell don't call me that. I'm asking as...-"

"As what?" You bite back, eyes snapping up at him as tears collect in your eyes. Simon grits his teeth he wants to say a lot but no words come out. "You shouldn't be here. People will talk."

"I'm not leaving until you speak. What's got you like this." You shake your head. "Fucking Christ I can't fix this if you don't tell me." He hisses.

"There's nothing to fix!"

"Just bloody talk to me, I'm losing my mind was it something I said?" He's not screaming but he's panting hard. "Was it something I did?!" He demands, big terrified, desperate orbs screaming for a sign.

"I fell in love with you!" You confess, eyes widening in horror at what you just said. Fervently shaking your head and walking back, away from him. Simon's eyes widen for a fraction before he's reaching out again hands cradling your face in them with a wild, desperate look. Your vision blurred thanks to the tears.

"Say it again." He pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. Like the sound of snow falling from the sky during the winter. You freeze in your spot, chewing on your lower lip.

"I fell in love." His body relaxed, all the tension he has been bearing on his shoulders for the past days slowly fades. "And we agreed we couldn't let this happen. Never. Forgive me Simon."

"Silly girl." He breathes in, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?"

"What?" You mumble, one hand coming up to rest on one of his.

"You're in my mind even when you're not supposed to be."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm an idiot." His forehead connects with yours and you can finally breathe again. After the hellish days at home, the sense of being loved and protected by the man you love is enough to overwhelm you. "Thought I was losing you for a moment. Nearly lost my mind, love."

"No. Never." You promise, hugging him tightly against your body. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Simon I just... I just didn't know what to do."

"S'alright." He soothes you. "I've got you." Feeling like the luckiest man alive, even if he didn't deserve to be loved.

He remembers the moment when he had fallen for you, the day you smiled up at him under the starry night on the roof of the safe house, covered in blood and dirt.

He knew there would be no one else after you.

[bonesmarinated]

second version of Ghost unmasked, this time i stay close to his (reboot) actor Samuel Roukin, next up i wanna done him in some casual clothes - the parka, the sunglasses, the jeans, the trainers - dress up for punch ups  first unmasked version (x)

[mykneeshurt]

Reflection

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, slight degradation, slight humiliation, all acts in this fic are consensual (taking part in any BDSM acts requires strict consent, safe words and aftercare)

———

You sighed as you turned off the shower, your body once warm from the water now cold. Droplets of water littered your skin as you reached for your towel. Wrapping it around yourself you could feel the fibres caressing your skin. You moisturised, towel dried your hair and cleaned your teeth, now feeling fully relaxed.

‘Simon!’ You called out, ‘showers free!’ But there was no response. ‘Simon?’ You called out again. Nothing. Feeling a little apprehensive you walked from the bathroom to your bedroom. ‘Simon? What’s the matter?’ He was sat slumped against the side of your four poster bed. Knees bent, resting his arms on them, fingers dangling as he stared at the floor.

He was home from a four month mission, you didn’t want to think about what he’d seen. What he’d done. He often zoned out when he came home, for the first few days at least. You approached him from the side, careful not to spook him, unsure of where his mind had taken him.

Crouching down you slid your arm around his shoulders, fingertips tracing each crease of his muscles. ‘Simon?’ You whispered, your other hand cupping his cheek as you pulled him to look at you. He looked tired. So tired. ‘It’s me. Are you ok?’ As he locked eyes with you he relaxed into the palm of your hand. Eyes softening.

‘I’m fine sweetheart. Just tired.’ His voice was quiet, but his eyes lit up at your touch, finally feeling your skin on his. Kissing his forehead you held him briefly, ‘come on, shower. I’ll order pizza.’ As you went to stand he pulled you in between his legs, pinning your back against his broad chest. ‘Simon! What’re you doing?’ You squealed, unable to contain your laughter.

Burying his lips into your neck he inhaled ‘fuck I’ve missed you sweetheart.’ You hummed as he littered your skin with gentle kisses. You’d missed him too. His smell, his smile, they way he’d hold you when you stirred in your sleep.

Stretching an arm he trailed his fingers along your barely covered thigh. ‘What’s under the towel?’ He purred as he nipped your ear. ‘You know damn well what’s under the towel’ you laughed, hitting his leg.

‘Show me.’

‘Are you being serious?’

‘Deadly.’

Undoing your towel it fell to your sides, exposing your naked body. Your breasts, your stomach, thighs. ‘Open your legs sweetheart’ he whispered, his breath tickling your neck. Suddenly feeling shy, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks, subconsciously tightening your thighs together. ‘I said, open your fucking legs.’

Using his boots he hooked them under your calves, spreading you open before him. Your stomach flipped as your heart pounded within you. Blood running hot at your vulnerable position. Using his free hand he snaked it up your throat, applying the smallest amount of pressure with his palm. His fingers wrapped around your jaw forcing you to stare directly at yourself in the floor length mirror.

Dragging a finger along your bottom lip he placed a delicate kiss behind your ear, his umber eyes stared at you from behind your head. ‘Look at that’ he drawled, voice low and thick, ‘so fucking pretty.’ Your breathing increased ten fold, nipples erect in the cool bedroom air, mouth suddenly dry. ‘Si-‘ you tried to whisper but he cut you off. ‘Shh shh shh’ he cooed, ‘wanna see this pretty little pussy pulse for me.’

Feeling your core clench you slightly rolled your hips, feeling a pressure already building. ‘Did my little whore like that? Does she want me to touch her?’ His words punched you over and over again, hearing him degrade you ignited a fire you never knew raged within you. ‘Fuck … yes’ you whimpered, voice shaking.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes sir.’

Pulling your head right back he pressed his lips against yours, you felt him smile into the kiss. His fingertips still lingered on your jaw, moving in tandem with the kiss. His tongue was demanding yet gentle, a clear juxtaposition, just like him. Pulling away, he left his lips lingering over yours ‘cinnamon.’

You nodded in understanding, ‘cinnamon.’

Your safe word.

‘I want you to watch as I make your pussy scream’ he whispered as he dropped his hand from your jaw, still keeping you pinned to his burly chest. He hovered his middle finger over your slit, you flinched, feeling the electricity from him already. With one long languid stroke he gathered your arousal on his finger, your jaw fell slack as a deep moan exuded from your chest. Placing his finger on your tongue, you swirled your tongue around it. Tasting yourself.

‘Good girl, so obedient.’ This time he added his ring finger, gathering your arousal once more. He then settled on your clit, it was sensitive and firm. He drew small circles with his fingertips, watching as you squirmed beneath him. You dug your nails into his thighs, breath catching in your throat with every movement.

‘Fuck … Simon, please’ you groaned, back arching from his chest. ‘Tsk tsk, begging already, such a pathetic little slut aren’t you?’ He mocked.

‘Yes’ you just about managed to say in between breaths. ‘Yes what?’ He questioned as he tapped your weeping cunt. ‘Ah! Fuck, yes sir!’ Slapping it again he used his tongue to lick along your neck, causing you to shudder.

With no warning he plunged his two fingers into you, stretching your pussy open. ‘Would y’look at that? Greedily little thing’ he smirked. He thrust his fingers at a punishing pace, using a come hither motion as he massaged your core. You tried your best to keep your eyes on yourself, but it felt so good. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he fucked you with his fingers.

The sound of your arousal filled the room, followed by your moans of pleasure. ‘Fingers are fuckin soakin love, that all f’me?’

‘God yes, all for you’ you panted. The cold air kissed your centre between each thrust, adding a new sensation amongst the already sensitive nerves.

Feeling your pussy getting tighter he added his thumb to your clit, pushing, urging you to find your climax. ‘Eyes on me’ he ordered, knowing you were close. Your head felt heavy as your core began to tighten, unable to open your eyes. Removing his fingers he slapped your pussy again before grabbing your jaw, the forceful movement causing your eyes to snap open.

‘Keep your fuckin eyes on me sweetheart’ he said sternly, ‘I want you to look at me when I allow you to cum.’ You wanted to cum so badly, you were so close, so fucking close. You nodded in his grip, eyes dropping to his lips before he pointed your face back at the mirror. You could feel his engorged cock at the small of your back, desperately wanting to feel it inside you.

As he pushed his fingers back inside you whimpered, feeling full once more. ‘This little slut gonna cum on my fingers?’

‘Yes’ you panted.

‘You gonna be a good little whore and lick your cum off my fingers?’

‘Fuck .. si … yes’ you whispered as you bit your lip, eyes locked with his in the mirror.

‘Atta girl, that’s it, give it to me.’

Adding his thumb back to your clit, your orgasm hurtled towards you. Muscles tense, toes pointed, back arched, you fought to keep your eyes open as you tipped over the edge. With a final thrust of his fingers and a swipe of this thumb you came, and you came hard. There was a gushing noise as you felt liquid drip from your core, your ass and thighs were soaking with your cum.

‘Oh fuck’ he whispered from behind you. Licking your lips you smiled, feeling complete and utter bliss. Turning your head you met his lips, kissing him deeply. He removed his hand and placed his fingers in between you, as you both cleaned your arousal off together. Tongues swiping over one another as you tasted your juices, strings of saliva connecting you both.

Once he felt his fingers were sufficiently clean he kissed your forehead tenderly. Wrapping both arms around you as he hugged you from behind. ‘Now i think I’m ready for pizza’ he smiled.

[justabigass-simp]

Can I request headcanons when ghost has a crush on you! And he has like a size kink or whateva! His dirty thoughts of you every chance he would stare at you for too long while you talk to others. Or also when he compares his big heavy gear to yours. It’s always so little. (He would steal your gloves for you know what*wink wink) with smut please and thank you! ❤️

Sorry for taking so long! The last time it got stressful for me :( but here you go! Hope you like it!! Enjoy!

Well I had a idea for writing a story about that soo- I hope you still like it even when it’s not headcanons..

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! reader

Warnings: 18+ content! NSFW! Read at your own risk!, size-kink, Ghost jerking off, Ghost being a filthy naughty little motherfucker behind that mask,

You and your team got stuck in a small town in Mexico.

Far away from Las Almas hiding from Graves and his shadows that were hunting you. You’ve just helped Alejandro to break out of prison and now you’re hiding in a abandoned bar that has above a little apartment. Jackpot right?

You and Rudy were just down the basement looking for the generator to get some light in this place. “Fuck— that generator has been sitting way too long..” Rudy murmured eyeing the dusty dirty generator. “Hope this works” you replied sitting the gas can on the ground and pointing with the flashlight at the generator. Rudy sighed softly and switched the engine button in the on position and pulled the starter.

Nothing happened.

He tried again.

Nothing happened.

Rudy let out a breathless “fuck”. You heard some heavy steps walking down the wooden stairs of this old building. With each step the wood underneath these boots squeaked. Both of you looked over to the person who’s walking down the stairs. It’s Ghost. “Everythin’ all right here?” He asked eyeing you then Rudy. “S-Si it just doesn’t work..” Rudy respond getting a little nervous of ghost. It’s kinda cute that Rudy gets scared of ghost. You kinda can understand the Mexican right now in this situation, it’s dark you can’t see anything except his white mask. But it didn’t scared you. You knew Ghost will not harm you. You know it. “Step back” said Ghost in a raspy tone that made Rudy twitch and take a step back. Ghost just pulls one time the starter and this whole place lights up. He looks at you. Giving you this dark beautiful eyes that you would think their would eat you alive. “See?” You could hear and see the smirk behind his mask.

“Thank you, my hero” You giggled looking up at him in his dark eyes giving him a toothy smirk. He stared at you as you turned your back at him walking upstairs again. Alejandro was sitting on a table with Johnny drinking a Tequila. “I thought tequila tastes like dog piss’?” You giggled at soap hanging your jacket on the chair. Alejandro gave soap frowned eyebrows and took a sip again. “Aye bit tis everything that's 'ere righ’ noo..” He huffed. You walked upstairs to the little apartment looking for running water in the bathroom. For your luck you could shower maybe it was cold but it’s better than nothing. You kicked your shoes off and took your other clothes off putting them on the bathroom counter taking a cold shower.

As Ghost also came up form the basement with Rudy he sat down next to Soap purring himself a glass of tequila. Pulling his mask enough up that he can take a sip.

You came downstairs again with a white shirt and some shorts you’ve packed in your bag last time in las Alma’s because it was so hot. But from the cold shower your nipples were hard. It almost looked like your nipples would cut right through the white shirt so stiff are they.

Ghost tried to look away but couldn’t. You were a sight for him. A sight he would love to make his. Oh gosh how he would love to suck on these nipples and squeeze them between his fingers. He looked away to take another sip of his drink seeing you take soaps glass in hand and take a sip. “Hey!” Yelled Johnny with a laugh. You just smiled swallowing the liquid. You’ve sat down nexto Soap and Alejandro. Ghost gave Alejandro and Soap a furious look before your jacket caught his eyes, were the gloves of yours got put in the pockets.

“Are her hands really that tiny?..” he thought looking at his own hand that’s holding the glass of tequila. After some time he stared at his own hand he came on the thought your little hands on his big cock. Pumping up and down. You’re working on his cock swallowing every inch of him. Taking him like your a good girl. Your enjoying—, Moaning on his cock. How he would like to grab your hair pushing in and out of your hot mouth, listening to your gags how you try to swallow his nice member. The way how his cum drops—

“L.t? Everything all righ?-“ Soap questioned him. “Yeah I’m fine I think I’m going to sleep” he answered in a husky tone. Hearing the scratching of the chair on the wooden floor as he stood up going upstairs. You gave him a worried look.

As he walked the hallway down he grabbed in his pockets the gloves you’ve had in your jacket. “Fuck—“ he muttered under his breath walking in a bedroom. He closes the door behind him opening his belt with a “click” and zipping down the zipper of his jeans. Also the vest finds its way off of his torso. As he lied himself down on the bed enjoying for a sec the nice feeling of Laying in a comfortable bed, taking his gloves off then it started. His left hand strokes from his abdomen to his crotch. Feeling his semi-hard cock. He let out a shaky breath closing his eyes massaging his clothed shaft. He took his jeans off and slid his boxershorts a little out the way to grab his now fully erected cock in hand. Slowly just stroking the tip with his thumb until he feels a wet sticky texture he starts to pump his cock hard but slowly up and down. He grunts taking your glove on his cock to see how your hand looks on his cock. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart..” he smirked under his breath. “Cute” he huffed. Getting even more turned on. He rubbed his cock that you could’ve heard the nice sound of wetness. With every rub he felt a fire burning in his chest with the thought that you would make him feel like this. He let out a husky purring growl as he felt the pre-cum on his wonderful pink tip.

-You came in his room without any sounds. He twitched for a sec staring at you. “What the hell are you doing in here sergeant!?” He asked you in a raspy voice not taking his hand off of his cock. You couldn’t answer for some seconds as you stared at his big hard cock just ready to cum all over him. “I- I was worried about you sir..” you whispered throat dry. “Should I-..” you licked your lips your eyes never leave his cock. “Should I help you with your problem-..?” You murmured looking in his eyes. “Fuck sweetheart come here” he hissed. You walked to him getting between his strong legs. “Can I?” You whispered. “Yes make me feel good princess” he almost warned. It was an order. You slowly licked his tip tasting him and softly caressing his balls. He purred closing his eyes enjoying every minute. It feels like heaven for him. He bucked his hips into your mouth as a sign. You giggled “impatient” as you took him inside your mouth—

He came with a grunt. His big hand full of his sticky liquid. He sighed at the thought of you doing that to him. He also feels a little disgusted by these thoughts of you. What has he done? He is so disgusting. Such a creep he is..

“Hey ghost! Have you seen my gloves? I think I’ve lost them anywhere..” you asked him. He was silent for some moments. “M’sorry I don’t know” he lied thinking of last night.

[agender-wolfie]

Ghost x gn!reader where the boys are trying to guess who Simon’s partner is, what they look like and what they do.

All Simon hears is

“Maybe goth?”

“Do they work at a mortuary?”

“They’re definitely into witchcraft.”

“Probably just as quiet and brooding as he is”

And while Simon is amused, they couldn’t be farther from the truth. So he decided to let them meet you on the next leave.

They were shocked to say the least. Here you were, an artist; you were dressed in bright colors, had a big smile and the cutest laugh. Definitely nothing like Simon.

Your were the rainbow and he was the storm cloud. They honestly didn’t know how you two got together until you told an unbelievably dark joke that actually made Simon chuckle. Then it all made sense. You’re just as fucked up as he is 💀💙

They all fell in love with you and are glad that their LT is happy. Simon couldn’t be more happy or in love knowing you get along with his brothers 💙

[the-faceless-bride]

🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

[horangislittletiger99]

this is just my friend's oc and Simon (maybe könig too)

(Tag)

@luckyheart-67676

[lucalucartz]

I hate that they called the skin Ghost Senpai, at least its pretty

[caroform]

I’m very sick rn and the only thing that makes me feel better is the $5 giant poster of ghost I got at walmart

I was laying on my couch, moments away from passing out and demanded my roommate bring the poster cause “he would soothe me”

[robinthisbank]

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

[deunmiu-dessie]

pillow princess!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[lvlyghost]

Remnants

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You got hurt and Simon finds out.

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

TW: bruises, slight angst. reader missing simon. also fluff think that's it. lmk if i missed any. also poorly edited and not proofread. mind the english!🤭✨🤍

A/N: this is so self indulgent. embarrassing how much time it took to get out because i've had this idea for two weeks now. anyway enjoy!💛

Masterlist✨

Laying in bed until it was late was part of your daily routine when Simon was off on deployment. Too tired to even get up when he wasn't around to wake you at 7:00 a.m.

He was a morning person unlike you.

You remember the days he would drag you against him by the waist mumbling something about being too late to be in bed, to which you had groggily bit back and slapped his arm in a playful manner. Then he would be gone for months, leaving nothing but an empty bed and the absence of his deep voice to fill your ears. Feeling that made your eyes well with tears and your heart ache. What if I don't see him again? What if that was the last time I ever felt his touch?

Shaking your head you pull yourself out of the comfort of your shared bed, taking a quick bath before preparing yourself a nice breakfast.

Winter is starting to settle in and your favorite thing to wear is his black hoodie. The one that swallows you entirely. It smells like him, it's almost like being embraced by him.

"Come on don't cry now." rubbing your eyes with the hem of the sleeves. Traitorous, salty droplets spilling down. "Jesus." Taking a deep breath you calm yourself and the ache gradually stops.

The kitchen is somewhat cold despite the heater turned on. You watch as the coffee brews —the one he dislikes— you smile again although small. Barely a quirk of your lips at the thought of him looking intently at you as you take a sip and offer him one.

'Bloody incorrigible.' He had muttered.

But you had seen him smiling that day as well, as different as you both were from one another, the love you two held couldn't be denied, nor broken.

That's why when the front door creaks open your eyes widen, legs moving faster than your brain can register. Socked feet dragging across the wooden floor nearly slipping. Simon stands stall, the door closing behind him as he lowers the black duffel bag on the floor.

"Are you really back?" Your lower lip trembles, the emotion too heavy to hold it back.

"Come here, love." You lunge forward, collapsing against his body. Simon's quick to catch you with strong arms holding you. Bodies pressed together. He can finally let himself breathe. The smell of your home, the smell of that awful coffee you love, the aroma of your shampoo and perfume that drives him absolutely crazy. He pulls his mask off and his mouth is soon against your soft lips. Oh how he missed you. He missed this, his girl softly caressing his face standing on your tiptoes. Simon grumbled, when he feels the air shift and you pull back, his brown eyes glimmer with devotion.

"Don't worry there's tea for you. Plenty. I made sure of that for when you returned." He inhales deeply, kissing you once again on the forehead. Taking his hand you lead him to the kitchen to serve both the breakfast you've been working on. "How are the boys?" You ask taking two mugs out of the top cabinet.

"A bit more scarred than before but they're good." He comes behind you lingering close —too close— to your back. "Price wants a reunion. Told him I'd let you decide."

"You already know I'll say yes." He hums watching you pour some water in the kettle and waiting for it to boil. "Black or chamomile?"

"Black." You try to move around as much as you can with him caging you from behind. Giggling when he once again kisses you on the temple. "Alright, let me see you again..."

Simon grabs you by the forearm it's not hard, it's gentle but firm. Firm enough to hurt your neglected limb. You shriek, a loud 'no' leaves your lips as you stumble back and away from him, soothing the place where he had touched you. It hurt so much but you quickly regret your reaction knowing it'd spark something within him.

Simon's eyes go wide, then his brows furrow so hard you can see the small line that could leave a permanent mark on his forehead.

"What was that?" He growled. The distance you put between you and him is cut off by his long strides.

"It's nothing, I- I swear." You trail off, searching for an explanation. But he's smart and he won't let this pass.

Few things could make him lose his temper, you lying about your wellbeing was one of the top on the list.

"Show me." He demands and the way his eyes pierce through every part of you leaves no room for discussion.

Rolling up your sleeves you hold out your forearms. Simon's jaw clenches so hard you're certain he's cracked some of his teeth. Eyes set on your damaged limb; red and purple bruises on your skin. They're so fucking big and he has to remember how to breathe and control his emotions. "How?" His eyes shot back to yours, awaiting.

"I promise it's not what you're thinking Simon."

"Don't give me that. I asked you a question." he takes one of them careful not to press too hard as he brushes his thumb over one of them. Fucking hell. It's swollen.

"Just work Simon. I had to carry big boxes and you know I'm not that strong, that's it. So stop thinking the worst, yeah?"

Sighing he lets go of your arm, the anger slowly ebbs and he feels fucking tired. He thought the worst. No one could blame him, it was in his DNA.

"Next time let me know beforehand, bloody hell love."

You give him a quick hug.

"I still might have to have a talk with your cunt boss."

You snort.

"No you won't." You declare, motioning for him to follow back. "Tea's ready."

Oh, but he would definitely pay him a visit.

[bonesmarinated]

that his favourite mug for microwaving beans

[justabigass-simp]

Can I request ghost headcanons where he has a crush on military reader and how he tries to make her his. And how possessive he gets when the others try to flirt or just talk to her in general. You can do nsfw headcanons too. Please?

Finally an ask for Call of duty!!😍😫

Ohhhh girl—… “-and how possessive he gets” girl you’re playing with fire right here…

And I’m only make some nsfw work here because you said please sweet thing!😌

Sorry for any mistakes English isn’t my first language.

Pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley x YOU// Fem! Reader

Warnings; Use of Y/CN (=Your Codename),/ Y/N (=your name) and Y/L/N (your last name), a little bit of soft!Ghost, NSFW content!! 18+ read at your own risk!

Summary; <Request ask>. Ghost gets very possessive and jealous in the near of his Lover.

SFW

Ghost is this type of guy where you can’t see if he sees you in a love interest or not. He keeps it in secrets even in his eyes. In his eyes. Yeah in his eyes. He doesn’t show it IN his eyes but in the staring.

The staring at you when you talk to soap and not him. But he’s too “shy” to say something like: “ hey! Y/N I want to talk to you” or “ sergeant Y/L/N c’mere quick”. Expect that he says that to soap that he’s away from you. That you don’t get too near to soap as him.

And when you catch him staring at you. He pretends he’s looking at something behind you. “L.T everything alright?”. “Yeah why? I was just lookin’ at the picture behind you”

You didn’t even asked at what he looked.

But when it comes to flirting from the others.

I can see before we new that graves was a snake he totally flirted with you all the time. “Hey Sweetheart-“ when Simon heard that he would love to break his arm and all his fingers so that he can shove it deep down his ass. That look he gave him was a furious one. But he didn’t said something. He couldn’t..

you weren’t his. Not yet. But do you even want to? Do you even see him like he does? These sentences and more flew inside his head all the time.

But then when Graves wanted to touch you, like touching your shoulder or ✨accidentally✨ your hips. He lost it. He would slap his hand away harshly and say something like “haven’t you learned how to treat a woman?” but still calmness in his voice. “Sorry man. But why are you interfering now? Shes not even yours.” On this he took a step back and stayed silent.

Later when he sees him in the hallway again he ✨accidentally✨bumps him with his shoulder roughly away.

Soap would see that he’s in love with you. The way he protects you. He would tease him all the time but always say “c’mon yi''ll need tae tell her L.T!” with a bright smirk.

NSFW

Mister Simon Riley jacks off because of you. One hand on his thick cock the other one grabbing the headboard of the bed pumping his cock hardly with the thought of you bouncing on top of him. Or how he pins you against the wall grabbing your beautiful buttcheeks squeezing them with each thrusts. How you moan his name. To let everybody know that you are his. Whimpers and groans leave his lips of the thought of it.

Also in the staring you can see that he thinks of something…

How he would love to fuck you Infront of his team to show , you belong to Simon Ghost Riley. But he knows that’s Unacceptable and cheeky. Only he should see you like this. Only he should hear your beautiful moans.

He accidentally got a boner of the thought Infront of his team but he could cover it. But he solved it later in the showers.

One time he stole your panties from the showers and loved it how little it looked in his hands besides the cock in his hands. He chuckled to himself of the thought that you’d look so tiny underneath him.

But your also heard him in a night. Moaning.

“hmmmh yeah good girl..“ or he murmured your name. “Fuck yeah that’s it baby” and “yes Y/N give it to me”.

[agender-wolfie]

Ghost x gn!reader where it’s Autumn and they are taking a walk in the park. It’s a beautifully crisp day and it just rained. Reader is running after leaves in the wind and crunching them before they can get away all while giggling and Simon is just staring at them like ❤️👄❤️

[the-faceless-bride]

Kyle doesn't get enough love so I just wrote a five for him. Please check it out on my blog! 💕🤗

Here is the link my dears