#ghost cod

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: I’m in love with you. Ghost: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Y/N: I know. Ghost: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[bunnysnared]

eating him

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Being an omega around the 141, getting frustrated with something so you're fussy and nesting. Spontaneously deciding that after you’ve tucked them in, it’s time to wedge your massive collection of plushies between them.

In other words, big strong scary military men wrapped in fuzzy blankies, surrounded by pastel and neon squishmallows.

"Think you're still gonna fit in this bed, 'mega?"

Yes pls I'll make it work

[leafavleo]

GHOST would eat you out while kneeling on the bed, keeping your lower body up while you’re laying down on your back. You can’t really move since he’s holding you in his bruising grip. Your hands squeezing the bedsheets as he’s practically making out with your needy pussy.

PRICE is kneeling at the edge of the bed and eating you out religiously. He’s giving you an opportunity to grab his hair and move his head how you like. His beard is tickling the inside of your sensitive thighs. He often puts your legs over his shoulders, giving him more access. He’s a slow but messy eater — your juices wetting his facial hair, your scent staying on him for days.

GAZ is making you sit on his face, grind your clit against his nose while his tongue is buried deep in your dripping cunt. Even better when you’re sitting backward, so you can suck his throbbing dick while he’s lapping at your juices. The feeling of your sweet nectar dripping down his chin is something he’s daydreaming about everyday.

SOAP is eating you out from behind. Burying his face in your asscheeks as he spits and sucks on your pussy lips. Sometimes you’re reaching back to press his head more against your core, making you arch your back which gives him more access to lick your pussy desperately. He loves to bite and slap your butt from time to time, making you squeal in pleasure and slight surprise.

thehehe

[dmitriene]

simon riley that keeps being touchy even in public, a man that doesn't shy off from slipping his calloused, rough fingers beneath the fabric of your dress, find the sheer lace of your panties and tease the pebbling bud of your puffy clit beneath his fingertip, knead at your spreading, supple thighs and hump his chubbing cock against your plump backside, holding back from fucking you there or in the restroom solely because he won't let anyone hear the sweet drip of your keens, as his tongue grazes against your parting lips, licking teasingly against the back of your teeth's, circling fingers finding your soppy hole and pressing, your eyelashes fluttering at the touch, as you whimpered in his mouth, earning a mocking coo in response.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 7

starring: simon "ghost" riley x male reader

request: Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

warnings: smut, overstimulation, mention of male pregnancy, rough sex, breeding, stomach bulge, cumfilation, simon being a softy, big dick!simon, dub con if you kinda squint, butt plug, aftercare

simon had been fucking you for hours at this point, dumping load after load into your still tight hole, and it didn't seem like he was going to stop anytime soon, you were just so addicting and seeing you at the teams dinner tonight with that handsome suit on made him want you so much more than he already did.

but for you it was becoming unbearable every passing minute, your ass bruised and sore from the rough plaps of skin on skin contact making you more and more sensitive and you cock now gone limp after simon fucked each load out of you, face littered with tears and sweat from over stimulation.

no matter how hard you tried to push him off of you he pulled himself back into you and continued his assault on you plump ass "please simon just give me a break" you plead feeling you mind melt by the second "i promise this is the last one pup" he huffed gripping your thighs tighter against his chest as he stared down at you with hazy vision.

"you said that hours ago" you retort trying to push him off but he just keeps going, not even a little bothered by your attempt to stop him, he just wanted to fill up your tummy nice and big with his cum like you were pregnant with his babies that he always dream of you having.

"this is the last time okay love i fuckin' swear on my life" he groaned throwing his head back as he fucked you on his cock like a toy, did you believe that this was gonna be his last time? no but hopefully it was because it felt like one to many more loads and you were going to pop.

"y'know i love you so much right lovie, so fucking much, i wanna start a family with you and move to the middle of the woods where you can moan my name as loud as you want" simon cooed running his hand up and down your inflated cum filled stomach while occasionally squeezing your bruised hips from his over bearing grip.

but this usually did happen when simon would fuck you for hours on end, his thoughts running crazy as he feels this tightness of your hole he'll start spewing his thoughts about how he wants to make you a baby daddy and give you triplets, he knows you can't have babies but who says he can't challenge the laws of human anatomy and you know damn well he would if it came to you.

"mhm si i want all you babies, pump this pussy full of your cum" you moaned out leading to his doing one more deep thrust before cumming in you, his cum pushing out your belly even more making you whine at the sight and feel of his cock pulsing in you.

when he pulls out it's a fucking mess dripping out of you, cum pushing out like a fountain but how could you get pregnant if it doesn't all stay in to ferment into a little baby so he plugs you up with his favorite pretty butt plug before crawling into the bed to cuddle next to you.

for you the room was spinning and you were to tired to do anything but you still cuddled into his warm chest "i love you y/n" simon deeply spoke rubbing your back to comfort you and before you could speak you were fast asleep after being tuckered out with his cock.

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[bubuslutty]

fluff, fluffy, sweet sugary fluff!!!

thinking abt how 141 will accompany their captain and his wife on a family outing with their little girl who's a year old.

they go to a shopping mall, that has a trampoline park inside, and end up getting themselves tickets for the toddler session in the morning.

it's sort of funny, four massive military dudes sitting down and changing their socks into trampoline appropriate socks and wearing their little wristbands with a tiny bundle of joy already excited to go join the party inside.

John's wife doesn't feel like jumping so she picks a table and sits, the men leaving their shoes and things with her. Before going in, John hands his little one to Simon to hold while he goes and gets his missus a drink and whatever slice of cake she wants to have in the meantime. When she's all set, he kisses her and goes back to his men.

They get checked in by an employee who asks them to show their wristbands and socks and says hello when he sees John's little one, already giggling and clapping, kicking her legs.

It's pretty noisy, the music they're playing on the speakers is loud, not obnoxiously so, and there's a parent with every single toddler in sight. It's adorable, how many little ones try to jump and bounce and end up falling.

John decides to put his darling down and see where her tiny legs take her, she immediately starts to waddle, holding onto the edges of some higher, flat, platforms, trying to bounce but when she can't seem to do it she looks for her daddy and calls, "Dada !"

Gaz laughs, "She wants your help, go on."

And John bends down and holds her little hands in his, using his knees to make the trampoline go up and down, not too much, she's too tiny and may fly away if he does it too hard.

That's how the rest of the 1h session goes, they follow her like hawks, actively circling her in such a strategic manner that no rogue adult accidentally jumps on her. They take their job very seriously, and it looks like even other parents have noticed as well. Some mums smile at them, while others when they accidentally bump into them when backing away say, "I'm so so-- Wow, you're huge!"

The trampoline park even has two basketball areas, which are empty, and so the boys take advantage of the fact and goes to throw in some hoops, and it takes nothing for everyone to get competitive. Which they're busy competing against each other, John takes his baby back to where mum is and gives her a drink to hydrate her a little bit, she was bouncing and bouncing and running a mock after all.

Meanwhile, the boys move to a place called airbags. It's a high platform with stairs on the side, right below it there's trampolines and a massive airbag where you land. It's empty, so it's safe for them to go with no fear of accidentally stepping or jumping on a little one.

There's three trampolines lined one next to the other, so they each take one, jumping at the same time. Johnny somehow manages to do a backflip and lands on his belly, Kyle a front flip and Simon just lands flat on his back. They laugh and go up the stairs again, this time Johnny looks at Simon and glances at Kyle, whatever silent communication happened between them went right over Gaz's head. So they both grab him and throw him into the airbags and he lands with a scream, "Oh, fuck off!"

Johnny laughs his ass off until he has to escape Simon's arms wrapped around his waist, trying to throw him over, "Oi, no !"

Johnny doesn't want to full on wrestle his friend up in a trampoline park full of babies so he allows the giant of a man to lift him, spin him and chuck him in the airbag, sinking down down until he has to make his way out on all fours.

John comes back with his baby and they keep playing with her until she gets tired, and eventually their 1h session ends and they have to make their way out of the trampoline park. John's missus is laughing at them, because they're sweaty and looked like they had way more fun than their baby. They all plop down on the chairs to drink water and dry themselves with some tissues, change their socks and wear their shoes back on.

John's little one is tucked in her pram, little belly rising up and down as she sleeps with her little hands balled up into fists. John gives her a little kiss on the head and kisses his wife right after, thanking her for giving him this, for giving him everything he ever wanted. It's sappy but true.

When they're ready to leave, John pushes the pram out of the park, his wife locking one arm with his and the other with Kyle as he talks to her about some series they both like.

Simon walks on the other side, his shoulders sometimes brushing against his Captain's when he peers down and check if the baby is still asleep, and it makes John warm everytime.

[callsign-datura]

a/n: y'all not a word. just literal ghost!simon for those who like this trope <3 tags: cunnilingus, ghost sex, ghost simon. yeah he's a literal ghost and eats you out.

ghost!simon riley. ghost that died, and is now a ghost. you were his wife-- so he haunts your new home. ghost!simon that scares away the men you try to hook up with after he dies. breaking things near them, flickering the lights whenever they're alone. you're his, not theirs. in life and in death, his. of course he's going to make them piss their pants before you can fuck them. he doesn't blame you, though. he blames them.

ghost!simon who can pass through walls and objects at will and touch them, too. so, when he finds out he can touch you? best bet he does.

ghost!simon whose main hobby in the afterlife is watching you. other ghosts may cause trouble... but he's not that type. he wants to watch his gorgeous wife, all the time, no matter what she's doing. ghost!simon who's a little too eager to watch you possibly touch yourself when you get horny. it's been years at this point, and he knows you- your tells. the way your thighs started to rub together as you laid in bed, tossing and turning.

ghost!simon who gets the idea to try and let you know he's there... watching. "bird," he mumbles. he knows you can't hear him, but he'll talk to you anyway. "so pretty." he brings a hand to your leg, dragging it upward gently-- testingly. he's surprised that he can touch you at all, so he continues. ghost!simon who leans down to kiss your arm. ghost!simon who recognizes the way your body freezes at the contact. who snickers when you curse about it. you know it's him... you know you're haunted by him in the back of your mind, even if you're in denial. --- "simon?" you whisper, sitting up. you know in your logical brain that this isn't happening-- you're just imagining it. but when the bedlight lamp flickers twice, your heart sinks and your stomach flutters. "...s'that you?" you ask, and the lights flicker twice once more. you feel more fleeting touches along the outer sides of your legs, and suddenly the bed dips at your feet. you feel something nudging your legs apart, and you curse yourself at how easily you follow suit and spread your legs. you're not the spiritual type... this can't be happening. maybe you're dreaming? maybe you're already asleep?

--- ghost!simon who moves between your legs and leans down, kissing your leg just above the knee. his hands move up to the waistband of your pants, and he tugs lazily. sure, he's been a ghost for a while-- but it takes ghost energy to move things! you should do it for him. and he hums when you do, watching the way your hips shift as you pull them down, panties following. you know it's him, and that makes him smug. even after all this time you haven't forgotten his touch. his love. he moves and lays down, and the bed dips further beneath him. his weight, still tangible somehow even in the ghost plane, or whatever the fuck it's called. ---

you're questioning if you've gone crazy. you feel hands move up your legs yet again, stopping at your hips as you feel a few kisses at your hip bone. your head falls back and your chest swells. you shut your eyes and try to ignore the fact that simon always kissed you there before he went down on you. more proof that this was him. ---

he can't taste you. all of his senses are gone now, but at least he can feel you and at least you know it's him. his tongue darts out, leaving over the flesh at your hip before he nibbles there. he can use most functions of his body, some at will, others are just defunct. saliva is one that he still has. why? he has no idea. it's not like he can eat in the afterlife.

...well, not actual food, at least. ---

your eyes flutter. it's an odd sensation. you feel him kiss closer to your cunt, and you've fully succumbed to the feeling. your chest swells more and you feel countless emotions-- you knew he was with you, in one way or another. feeling his touch, his kisses. it almost makes you cry. you suck in a breath and lift your hips, and you feel vibration against your flesh, as if he laughed at you. you just wish you could hear it... see his face between your legs... the feeling is enough.

---

his tongue dips out again, moving between your folds, flattening against your clit. his hands find the bottom of your thighs, gently hoisting them up to give him better access as he tilts his head, swirling his tongue in slow circles like he always did. two slow swirls, four quick flicks. he knew how quickly it got you to cum when he was alive. he hopes it's still the same.

---

your hips twitch, and your back arches, soft sweet moans falling from your lips. the friction is odd, but lord if it isn't intense, your pent up body relishing the feeling of whatever the fuck this is. if you were doubting that it was simon before, you fucking knew it was now. you whimper and your hips buck, a heat swirling in your lower stomach. you feel another vibration against you and your clit twitches, another whine leaving your throat.

---

he's never forgotten you or your body. he's never forgotten the memories he had when he was alive, and even though he can't taste you now he remembers it. sickeningly sweet, he remembers. like honey. "pretty pussy," he grumbles, more to himself since he knows you can't hear it. his tongue flicks against your clit again, relishing in the way it makes your back arch and your hole clench. neglected. he knows you haven't had any since he died. dammit he's made SURE you haven't. of course he can only control things within the bounds of this home, but he knows you prefer having sex in your home-- where you can control things. the setting, the ambiance. one thing he loved. you always controlled all of that, and all he had to do was love you. and if he knew anything, it was how to love you. he decides now to just use his tongue. he didn't want to overwhelm you.

---

you were already overwhelmed. your clit twitched again with each flick, your back arching further and your legs twitching as you got closer to your orgasm. you know, you never thought it was possible to get eaten out by a ghost, but here you were.

---

you mumble his name, and he's done for. his pace increases suddenly, and he grunts to himself at the way your body writhes beneath him. his grip on your thighs tightens, and he pins them down to keep you in place, opting to flick his tongue against your clit to just get you to the edge. when you start whimpering and wailing, he slows down-- smirking when you whimper at the loss. he keeps doing that for a few moments before speeding up again, flicking his tongue against your clit and swirling it at the same time, squeezing your thighs once or twice. ---

you fold your hand over your mouth, head falling back against the pillow beneath your head. you cum seconds after he speeds up again, gasping and writhing still. it comes over you in waves, vision dotted and mind hazy with pleasure. your orgasm ebbs, and his movements slow until you're panting. you barely notice when he detaches himself from you, the bed dipping a bit more as he leans over you and kisses your head. "still as pretty as ever. haven't changed a bit, my wife." --- ghost!simon who breaks all rules of the afterlife to get between his pretty wife's legs again.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Overheard at the training grounds:

Ghost. The P in my name stands for Patience.

Rookie01: There’s no P in your name, Lt.

Ghost, taking his knife out: Exactly.

[betweenstorms]

The idea of getting a tattoo had always lingered in your mind and when the decision was made, there was no one you wanted to share that moment with more than Simon Riley.

When you first told him you wanted a tattoo, you hadn’t expected much of a reaction. Your boyfriend wasn’t the type to show surprise easily, so when he tilted his head, watching you with those sharp hazel eyes, it was as though he was quietly assessing, making sure you were absolutely certain.

He didn’t say much, he rarely did.

However, after a brief pause, he nodded, murmuring something about giving his tattoo artist a call, as if this kind of thing was second nature to him. And it kind of was. The man had a full sleeve of intricate tattoos decorating his left arm, the ink winding over muscle and scar alike. There was something about his easy acceptance that made you feel even more certain of your decision. You trusted him implicitly in this, he had the experience, after all.

On the day of the consultation, Simon was right there, sitting next to you in the small studio, his broad frame taking up more space than it should have, yet somehow blending into the background.

As you discussed the design with the artist, you couldn’t help but glance at your boyfriend more than you should have, as though searching for approval in his silent gaze. He caught your eye once or twice, but never said a word, his face unreadable behind his medical mask. He was older, wiser too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of your choice.

The artist, though, picked up on your lingering gaze and chuckled. “You keep looking at him like he’s the one getting inked,” he said, the amusement evident in his voice. “This is your tattoo. Not his.”

You felt a rush of warmth creep up your cheeks, a little embarrassed but grateful for the reminder.

The artist was right, of course.

Simon didn’t give his opinion, didn’t offer advice, just stayed beside you, content to let you choose whatever felt right to you. That was the thing about him, he never imposed. He wanted you to decide, even when it came to something as permanent as ink on your skin. Even though a small part of you wanted to pick something you both liked, a matching tattoo in a way, but in the end, it was your skin, your story to tell, so you decided on what felt true to yourself.

When the date of the actual session came around, Simon was pulled away by an unexpected mission.

He left for deployment just days before your appointment, and though you missed him more than you’d care to admit, you went ahead with it. You were disappointed, of course, but you understood.

Still, as you walked into the salon alone, you couldn’t help but wish he was there, his steady presence a silent comfort. But even without him, you did it—got the tattoo you had always wanted. The session was long, the pain more than you expected, but there was a quiet pride that settled in you when it was over.

You had done it.

When you got home, adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin, you sent him a picture, not really expecting a response. Simon's work took him to places where communication was often impossible, and it wasn’t uncommon for days to pass without a word. But this time, his message came almost instantly.

Can’t wait to see it in person. Gonna inspect that ink up close, love.

A grin spread across your face, a warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of him. His words carried a weight, a promise that sent a shiver through you. He may have been a soldier first, always coming and going, but in moments like this, you knew—he was yours.

[lanialania00]

comedían peak

[bressynonym]

yeehaw. 💀

[tame-the-lion-writes]

I love how COD headcanons are just—

Ghost — closed off to most except those in his team; brutally traumatized and in need of softness and security, yet refusing to allow himself such because he’d rather never have it than lose it

Soap — competitive, loud, but only because he wants to fill the space (and he’s never been met with equal warmth and comfort til the 141); often underestimated in smarts because of his extroverted tendencies, but knows what it means to survive on the battlefield alone

Price — a leader who’s accepted the weight on his shoulders; who acts like a mentor, and perhaps even a father, but has a jaded moral compass that sacrifices empathy for the greater good

Gaz — seemingly plain on the outside in comparison to the “stronger” personalities of his teammates, but really, is meant to be their collective character foil; represents the hope of a better, kinder future; an upbringing gentle compared to Ghost; a temperment meant to contrast Soap; wrought with acceptance that he must kill but does not let the mission consume him as it has with Price, because he still believes in a true, pure goodness, untouched by the wages of war or men

And then there’s Graves

Graves is southern as fuck

[lukasaurusart]

comic from quite a while ago. continuing my soapghostroach agenda

[codnasties]

kinktober ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ ghost & price ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ hike

you wanted to go on a hike but didn't want to do it alone, so both ghost and price offered to accompany you as well as their expertise, just in case. it was lovely having those to to share the trek with, having someone to talk with, to share the experience and also as a bit of protection.

but the first thing you needed to protect yourself from was john's hands, because he tried to keep them to himself, but the view of your ass clad in those pants was way too tempting. so he decided to give you what you both classified as a playfull slap, but he actually intended to let you know he was enjoying the view.

the problem is that it wasn't just one, they kept coming, and you somehow ended up bent over, with price's hands teasing your round behind throug your thin pants. but he soon discarded those, pulling them down and giving him a view of your pants clad pussy and your ass cheeks that were rapidly turning red.

the smacks on your behind didn't stop, one after the other, maybe a teasing slap over the wet patch that was starting to show though your knickers. but he soon discarded those too.

once price had had his fill, he grabbed you by the waist and with easy he lifted you off the floor and placed you over a fallen tree, giving him easy access to your butt ad cunt in that bent over possition. it was a split of a second what it took him to get his aching hard cock out of his pants and push himself into your tight walls.

and you may ask, where's ghost? well, he was enjoying the view of your reddened cheeks and dripping pussy, adoring the image of you bent over that tree getting your pussy fucked by his captain. he was letting him have his fun first, all while palming his raging hard on through his pants.

but that didn't last long, the feeling of your tight and soaking wet walls made price, who hadn't fucked a pretty thing in a long time, cum a lot faster than he would have liked. a few strokes into you and he has already realising his seed. as much as he wanted to cum inside of you, he didn't have your consent so he pulled out -what a waste if you ask me -.

but even if joh felt like he didn't give you enough and that he may have disappointed you, there was simon ready to save the day. in the blink of and eye he was fully naked and ripping the little clothing you had left on you off. grabbing you and making you sit on his big and angry cock.

he made you bounce on it, graving handfuls of ass to guide you until he came deep inside of you. all that gave price a show while he was recovering and getting himself ready for next round. also, that cum was going to be some amazing lube.

and that cum as lube was very much necessary when you got up from ghost's lap and sat of price's once again hard cock, and simon taking place right behind you, fully sandwiching you between both of their strong and muscular bodies, and pushing his member into your weeping and already stretched to it's limit cunt, fucking you at the same time as price.

both of their dicks being hugged by your walls and the men relishing in the feeling of that and rubbing against the others cock, the sensation making the three of you moan and groan like crazy.

price soon came inside of you - because that's just what he had in mind since he put his dick in you the first time-, filling your already full hole even more, covering both your walls and his and ghost's cocks with it. but simon doesn't. he takes his dick out after his captain came and gets you on your knees.

he makes you clean his shaft, inevitably having a taste of price's seed mixed with the one he had left indie of you before, using your throat until he cums down it. he may even paint your face with it to give you the complete package and full experience.

[leafavleo]

The sound of heavy steps on the floor rang through the small apartment. Keys meeting the surface of the table and loud thump of his backpack. It was late already, but he didn’t bother to turn on the lights — worried that it would disturb your peaceful slumber.

The door of the shared bedroom squealed a bit, making his jaw tense, he’d have to fix that later.

The moment that his skull mask is off his face, he’s no longer Ghost. He’s Simon, your Simon.

You feel the movement next to you, the bed making a quiet noise and the blanket is slipping down from your bare shoulders. Too tired to open your eyes, you make a little sound. He knows you’re not fully asleep yet, which makes him smile a bit to himself. He’s not saying anything, not wanting to make you stop falling asleep slowly.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he’s taking off his gear, heavy boots and immediately lays down next to you, stealing most of your blanket.

He’s surprisingly warm, his muscular arms sneaking around you, pulling you closer slowly, your face pressed against his scarred chest as he’s cradling you in his arms gently.

He’s not Ghost at that moment. He’s never Ghost around you. You don’t deserve to see his other side, not because you’re unworthy of that, but because it’s not worthy of you.

Simon hold you like that, his nose buried in your hair, smelling your scent making him forget everything that happened today. His day didn’t start until you’re next to him.

He smiles softly as he feels your arms wrapping around his torso, practically hugging him to sleep.

Low murmur leaves his lips, you don’t have to be fully conscious to know what he’s saying.

“I love you.”