#modernwarfare

[quimera-cami]

Domestic Headcanons with Nikto <3

[ghosties--writing]

You and Price having a regular day to day conversation...

Price: You can paint the house, but you can't change what happens inside of it.

You: You can if you add a couple of windows

[cepsil]

könig 👍

[zambonisworld]

I’m sorry but irl Ghost looks so goofy

[xcixmoon]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❝fuckin' taste bloody good.❞

⤥ simon 'ghost' riley x reader | simon catches reader in the act.

⤥ fem!reader, bf!ghost, gf!reader, kissing, teasing, fingering, masturbation, and over all just smutty.

⤥ masterlist

⤥ this is a 18+ page, minors dni

note: unedited.

you hadnt seen your simon in what felt like an eternity.

he had been gone for months while helping price with something urgent.

you would often think about simons voice, espically when he whispered sweet nothings into your ear when you both made love. he was the best lover and he knew how to work your body any chance you both got.

"oh~," you moaned.

you were touching yourself at the thought of simon touching you instead, "s...simon." you moaned out.

you were spread out on the bed that you and simon both shared. you were wearing one of his shirts as it had his smell lingering on it.

one hand rested within the shirt, on your nipple as you played with it and the other was playing with your clit. you were dripping wet from the thought of simon doing the actions for you.

it wasnt the same but you missed you him.

"love?..." an amused voice brought you back to reality.

his accent was like music to your ears, you quickly stopped your actions to see the man of your dreams standing at the bedroom doorway.

he looked tired, he probably hadnt slept as he was coming home.

he never could sleep when he was coming home to you, the anticipation drove him mad.

"dont stop, love." said simon.

he set his bag down on the floor and made his way to you.

you listened to his words and continued the show for him, he loved watching you. you are unbelievably gorgeous to him when you had breathly moans escape your mouth.

"fuck," you moaned.

simon took off his sweatshirt as he got ready to connect his tongue with your pretty wet pussy.

"keep playing with your pretty little clit," he instructed you, "you're so fucking beautiful my girl." he said before licking his lips.

simon laid on the bed and let his tongue enter your sweet floods. you didnt keep your hand off your clit as he licked your juices that were coming from you.

"fuckin' taste bloody good." he praised.

simon never got tired of tasting you.

making you cum with his tongue was his favorite thing. he got to look up at you as you squirmed and moaned when you threw your head back from the oncoming orgasm that would hit you. he would encourage you to not hold back on your moans or wants when you both made love. he loved hearing you.

simon was utterly and unbelievably in love with everything you did and he couldnt get enough of you.

"mhhh~" you moaned as simon sucked, "i want you in me." you told him.

simon heard your words and kissed you endlessly until he reached your lips.

he softly kissed your inner thighs, kissing your stomach, kissed and licked your nipples, and kissed you all over your face until your lips connected.

he took his sweet time savoring ever bit of you.

the taste of you lingered on his tongue, "do you like the way you taste? hm?" he asked you as his finger found its way to your clit, replacing yours. simon didnt take his eyes off of yours as he waited for a response, you couldnt say the words and only managed to nod in agreement.

"im talking to you," simon said as his lips moved to your neck once more. his hand never stopped playing with your clit but he slid in a finger or two - you finally managed out to moan, "oh fuck!"

you felt smile against your neck while he kissed you, "i do like it." you told him.

"thats my girl." simon said.

he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head as you laid under him, "say the word." he told you.

he wanted you to beg for it.

he loved toying with you because he knew how desperate you were for his cock at times.

a teasingly look fell on to your face, "give me it." you demanded.

simons jaw clenched.

you were being a brat and he knew he couldnt last any longer if you didnt say please. he would just give in.

"say it, love." simon told you once more.

you looked down to see simons cock already dripping with precum. he hadnt touched you with his hard cock yet and he was dripping from the thought of it.

you bit down on your lip from the sight of it.

you felt like you let simon suffer enough with your teasing, "please, fuck me." you asked finally as you looked him in the eyes.

simon kept your hands pinned and slowly entered himself in you.

the pressure was a lot but you missed him that you didnt care. simon grunted and moaned in your ear as you were so tight around him. you were dripping wet from the start so he didnt struggle one bit getting it in.

the thing that drove him wild was the fact he had missed fucking you. he missed having you wrapped around him. he missed telling you how good you were doing taking him with each stroke.

"fuckin' hell." he cursed. "i fucking missed this, love." he confessed.

simon was gone for a bit and was busy but that never stopped him from taking the chance to stroke himself to the thought of you. it wasnt nearly the same as being able to feel you clench around him but he still loved thinking of you.

yours and simons moan both filled the room as both your bodird moved in sync with each other. "i love you," you moaned out.

simon couldnt respond as quickly as he wanted, his mind was stuck on the fact that you felt so good around him. he shook his thoughts to finally respond, "not as much as i love you." he told.

you both loved everything about this moment.

simon got to catch you as you pleasured yourself to the thought of him - while he was away he thought about how many times you possibly did that.

simon adjusted his movement to go harder into you, "you're taking me so well, my love." he praised. your legs wrapped around simons waist causing him fucking you to feel even better, "ah!~" you moaned.

"moan my name baby." he told you in your ear, "i missed hearing you yell my name."

simon quickened his pace while still pounding into you causing you to listen to his words without realizing it, "fucking hell, simon." this was enough to have simon finish within you, his thick cum dipping from your pretty fucked pussy but you werent done.

"ride my face." he told you.

simon was never a selfish lover.

he always made sure you got off as well and thats what you loved about him.

simon swiftly moved positions that placed you right above his face, both legs resting near him. "i wanna see how pretty you look making yourself cum on my face." he told you.

you nodded in agreement and did as he told, you gently placed yourself on his tongue but simon pushed your body down to let your body weight rest on him.

his tongue was once again playing in your sweet folds - a bit of simons cum was mixed with your juices but he didnt care.

he loved that shit.

your moaning never stopped as you moved your body however you wanted without worrying about getting tired from the motions. you felt yourself reaching an orgasm, "mmh, im close." you warned him.

simon looked at you, your eyes were closed and focused on reaching the high of the orgasm. you were a pretty sight to see and he loved every bit of it, "dont stop." you told him.

simons tongue continued playing with your clit, he didnt change a thing, he wanted you to cum now.

you reached the height of your orgasm and yelled his name loudly as your hips slowed with each movement against his tongue.

[claudycod]

SIR EXCUSE ME OMG

anywayyyy... Is that seat free for me?😙

[riricloudlet]

Что-то приятное

[fiercehildr]

So happy to show you guys this Soap and Ghost commission I got from byellapeter and which represents new Ghost and Soap fistbumping and swearing they won't die the same way they did in the original (hence the fire and glass)! Hope you enjoy!

[atlantic-sugar]

You’re My Favourite Gift

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: Presents and confessions

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist: @benjification

Notes:

(c/g) = Christmas Gift

OOC GHOST!!

NOT PROOFREAD!!

Masterlist

“No way! You didn’t!” You gasped as you held up the new (c/g) you’ve been wanting since it came out in shops.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around Price’s torso giving him a big hug. He chuckled as he patted your back.

“No problem (Name). You deserve it after all the hard work. So do the rest of you. I know it’s upsetting that we couldn’t get home for Christmas this year, but I’m happy I’m spending it with all of you.” Price smiled.

“We’re all grateful for you too Cap.” Kyle started only for Johnny to interrupt. “So we’ve got ya a lil somethin’!” He hands Price a nicely wrapped gift.

Price takes the present gently. “You didn’t have to get me anything lads. I was already-” “See, I told you he would pull the ‘you didn’t have to get me anything’ card!”

The guys around you laughed. All except Simon. You looked over at the man who was lounging farthest away from the rest.

Deciding to make your way towards him, you started to get up only to hear a small gasp from Price. “Lads. Now this…this is something.”

Price looked down at the expensive packet of cigars and a framed picture of 141 after their first successful mission together. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Quipt and Price. All together. Soap had so much dirt on his face Price pointed it out to Kyle beside him.

“Soap you look like an idiot.” Kyle laughed aloud. “What do you mean?! I look bloody gorgeous in any picture.” Soap exclaimed. Even though he knew he looked like an absolute mess in the photograph, he knew the meaning behind it was important.

“Yeah you fabulous in this picture too?” You asked, holding up your lock screen with a selfie you snuck with Soap one day getting the rest of the task force in the picture. Only you and Soap posed as the rest only looked up without realising they were in a picture.

“Gah! That looks- heheh I look great!” He awkwardly laughed. “Not going to lie, you look great with that filter.” Gaz pointed out. Everyone laughed again as the fire crackled from the fireplace.

“I have one more gift actually!” You got up from the carpet and walked over to the Christmas tree, picking up a small squared box.

“Simon this is for you- I know you said you didn’t want anything but…” Turning around you were about to give it to a special someone, only for them to be gone.

Letting out a small ‘oh’, you’re smile slightly faltered. “I’m going to go find him. He’ll miss the dinner if he’s gone.” You told the group who nodded at you. Most of them getting up to set up the last bit of the food.

Determined to get your gift to Simon you began your search. Looking into his office, nothing. Courtyard, nothing. Finally reaching his room, you saw a small light from under the door.

Taking in a deep breath you knocked on the door. Nerves banging up inside of you. You were finally going to tell him. Tell him how you feel.

“Who is it.” Simon’s gruff voice could be heard from his room. “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?” You asked. Silence followed. You waited for some time to see if he’d answer.

Nothing.

You sighed. It’s not like Christmas was over because of this, but it was disappointing. Even after building up all that courage.

“Dinner is ready. So if you want to have it with the rest of us, it’s best you come down soon.” You mumbled and walked away from the door.

Before entering the room where the rest of the group were, you shook off all the feels and marched inside. You put away Simon’s gift under the tree again to keep it safe.

“Will L.t. be joining us?” Soap asked. You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not sure. I hope he does.” Just as you two finished, the doors reopened and Simon walked in.

Helping Price bring over the rest of the food with Gaz, you all sat down. (Price sat at the top of the table of course.) You sat beside Johnny. While Kyle and Simon sat across from you two.

“Alright then. Let’s eat!” Price announced and Johnny immediately began to eat up everything.

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Light Christmas music could be heard from the living room. Everyone had finished their food and have headed off doing their own thing.

Simon walked towards the fireplace and sat down. Looking and the flashing lights from the Christmas tree he looked over.

Noticing a small present underneath the tree, he stared at it. Curiosity eventually got the best of him. Getting up from the sofa he stalked towards the tree.

Kneeling down he looked at the small tag on the present. Doesn’t say who it’s from but there is a name.

To: Simon

He stared the small box. He thought about leaving it there. Maybe it was for someone else. Dumbass, he’s the only Simon around.

Slowly he began to peel back the neatly wrapped paper. Checking his surroundings to see if anyone had seen him.

He looked at the small black box. Slowly opening it, his eyes widened. It was a watch. A black watch with a silver designs engraved in it.

Attached to the leather band was a small ghost charm. He stared at the small gift in his large hand. A note was attached to the top of the inside of the box.

“Dear Simon. I know you didn’t want anything for Christmas but I had to get you something. I hope you like it!

Ps: I fancy you”

Simon stared at the bottom of the note. “I fancy you.” He felt a small smile tug onto his face. ‘Fancy?’ What are you guys in, secondary school?

He rose up to his full height with the box in hand. He felt his face was warmer than it first was under his mask.

He had to find you. Thank you. Tell you.

He left the room and began to yours. When you’re room came to sight he didn’t realise he picked up his pace and without thinking he knocked on your door.

No answer.

He knocked again and got nothing. Figuring that you weren’t in your room he began to look around the base.

After 20 minutes of looking for you, he found you outside in a warm coat and a scarf, looking all cozied up and warm even in the cold winter weather.

Hearing the door open behind you, you turned around. Surprised to see a 6,4 British man walking towards you with a small box in his hand.

Panic arose within you, realising he had seen the message. “Simon, I can explain the note…!” Before you could say anymore his arms were wrapped tightly around your smaller frame.

The two of you stood there in silence. You embraced him back to try and keep him warm, as he was only his a long sleeve shirt, jeans and his shoes.

“You have no idea, what’s going on right now do you?” He mumbled against your shoulder. You shook your head. “No, but I like it” you smiled.

Simon took in a deep breath and sighed, his warm breath slightly grazing over your cheek as he lifted his face from you shoulder.

Only now noticing his mask had been brought up over his mouth and just resting on his nose. “Me too.” He whispered a reply.

“I appreciate what you do, and have done for me.” He mumbled. A small heat starting to rise in his cheeks. Looking up at the man you slowly took his hands.

“We should probably head inside. It’s starting to get really cold. I don’t want you catching a cold.” You smiled up at him. Simon nodded.

Following you closely behind Simon stopped you when the two of you entered back into the warm building.

He took you by your arm and turn you around. “Simon what’s going on..?” You tried to speak, only to feel rough, scarred lips on yours.

Taking some time to understand what’s going on, you’re kind went fuzzy. Simon Riley.

Kissing you?

Without even noticing you kissed him back. His hands rested on your waist while he leaned down to reach you, as yours rested did around his neck.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss. Your lips unconsciously chased after his as he stood back to his usual height. You opened your eyes, to a surprise.

“Why…? Out of the blue…?” You whispered your questions as you took in all the facial features of the man in front of you.

Dirty blonde hair cut short but still long, the cold icy blue eyes, the small scars that were littered around his face. His chiselled jaw, and sharp nose.

Simon took your face in his large hand. You could sense his nervousness from feeling so exposed to another person. He sucked in a deep breath.

“There was a mistletoe. That’s what we’re supposed to do…right?” Your face burned as Simon’s eyes looked down at you fondly.

His face moved towards your shoulder and rested up above your collarbone. Feeling his warm breath beside your jaw, you shivered.

“I fancy you too and not only is this watch the most thoughtful gift…” His face lifted from your shoulder and looked you right in the eyes.

“You’re my favourite one.”

25-12/22

A/n: I hope you enjoyed that! Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you have a lovely day and a happy new year! <3

[lowkeyartdemon]

I love this new meme format

[mordaciousmurderer]

Home Safe and Sound

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

A/n: GUYS I THINK IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SERIES!! Please lemme know if you like it because this was fun to write. Long story short, you were in a bar and you go up to Ghost pretending to know him to get him away from a creepy guy. as always asks are open

cw: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol, attempted roofie, implied attempted assault if you look close enough, no use of y/n, and yea i had you call him johnny on purpose, can be read as gender neutral but if this continues on i plan on making the reader fem!

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The varied sounds of a bar muffled at the back of Simon’s ears. The sun amber glow of lights stretched along tables and chairs. His sharp, steely eyes surveyed the room before he pushed the fabric of his mask up to the bridge of his nose to take a sip from the whiskey class nestled in his grip. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low murmur of distant conversations, but Ghost remained in his own world.

As the minutes stretched on, the gentle sounds of chatter and clinking glasses were disrupted by your soft and hurried footsteps. You approached Ghost with an air of urgency, your eyes wild with a mixture of fear and determination. “Excuse me.” She whispered urgently. “Please pretend you know me.”

Ghost's gaze softened as he looked at you recognizing the genuine fear in your eyes. It took him a moment and a half to register what was happening but you wasted to time in creating a character.

“Oh my god Johnny is that you?” You asked excitedly. “Never thought I’d see your balaclava covered mug again!” with an enthusiastic grin you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Ghost felt his cheeks heat up oil pastel pink and blinked in confusion for a quick second before he snapped out of his daze and hugged you back.

“Yes! Wow it’s lovely to see you!” His gruff voice shocked you ever so slightly. You had picked the biggest guy you could find within 20 feet of you, grateful that he sounded as tough as he looked. You glanced to the side, a slight glimmer of panic flashing through your eyes. He mirrored the path your eyesight took and saw the man you were clearly trying to escape.

The man, clad in tattered leather and exuding an unwelcome persistence, oozed an unsettling aura that made the air around him feel suffocating. He planted himself obviously maybe a few yards away from you, watching closely like a damn private investigator.

Ghost laid a hand on your shoulder to redirect your attention to him. “Are you here for Angelica’s after party?” He asks

“Oh yeah! I didn’t know you and her were still friends.” You respond

“Yeah. Do you need a ride home after?”

“Oh that’d be great! My designated driver had a little too much to drink.” You faked a laugh.

The man shifted in the corner of your eye before stuffing his hands in his pockets and exiting the bar. As soon as the door shuts behind him you exhale and rest against the bar, your head falling heavy in your hands. “Holy fuck. Thank you so much. That guy-“ You came to a sudden halt, every breath you took felt as though it burned your lungs.

“Are you alright?” He asked, offering her a reassuring presence amidst the lingering unease. “Who was that guy?”

You shook your head, still pressed in your hands. “I don’t know he just wouldn’t leave me alone I think he tried to roofie me.”

Magma hot rage boiled up in the back of Ghost’s throat, embarrassed by the level of degeneracy that man reached. He pushed the vile malice back down. “You’re safe now.” He reassured you. “Are you able to get home safely?”

“Yes I just gotta.. call an uber.” Your voice still carrying the edge of residual anxiety. Your DD getting too drunk unfortunately was not part of the bit. You weren’t truly drunk but absolutely not sober enough to drive.

“I’ll wait with you until it arrives.” Ghost slaps a 50 dollar bill on the bar. “I want her tab paid too. Keep the change.”

You quickly shook your head “No no you don’t have to-“

“Don’t worry.” He interjects plainly and you smile in response A mix of gratitude and relief washed over your features as you tapped in your destination to your phone. "Thank you, really. You have no idea how much this means to me." Your gratitude oozed out of you. You gave him your name once the confirmation of your uber had come through.

“I’m Simon.” He responds. The idea of you sitting in an uber with a stranger was definitely disconcerting. “Here, let me give you my number. I want to make sure you get home just fine.” He held his hand out expectantly and you placed your unlocked phone in his hand.

“That’s very kind of you…” A swell of gratitude enveloped you as you looked at him, your eyes filled with a profound appreciation for the stranger who had become your unexpected savior. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your night.”

He shook his head “Do not apologize, it wasn’t your fault. You had the right idea comin’ up to me.”

You looked down at your phone after it pinged then held up up, wiggling it slightly to indicate the arrival of your uber. The two of you stood up and he made a gesture allowing you to go first. He followed you out of the crowded building and you pointed at the car that had come to take you home. The chill in the air pierced through you like a thousand icy needles, causing you to shudder involuntarily as you stepped out into the night. “Thank you again.” You crossed your arms tight to your chest in effort to warm up.

Ghost unslung his jacket, draping it over your shoulders as a shield against the biting cold. A true gentlemanly gesture that had no ulterior motive other than his concern for your well-being. Your cheeks flushed warmly at the gesture and you hoped he would blame the blush on the cold.

“It’s no problem at all. Don’t forget to text me when you’re home safe.” He opens the car door for you and you settle in the back seat.

“It was nice meeting you.” You respond. The two of you exchange a smile and a nod. In that fleeting exchange, an unspoken bond had woven itself between you two, a connection forged in your vulnerability. He shut the door and watched as the car pulled away.

As the Uber drove away from the dimly lit bar, you got settled in the back seat, wrapped in Simon’s jacket. Its familiar warmth a reminder of the stranger who had come to your aid. The events of the evening played out in your mind like a vivid tableau.

The unspoken understanding between the two of you lingered in your thoughts as the Uber drove longer. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from the bar so before you knew it the familiar building came into view. You gripped at the comforting fabric of the jacket, now guilty for leaving him without his own way to combat the chill in the air. As the Uber came to a halt you thanked the driver humbly before hurrying into the apartment complex and up the stairs to your home.

Your mind found itself looping around the thought of Simon and how kind he was to you. Why you felt safe going up to this masked man puzzled you, but regardless you thought you made the right choice. You made sure to lock your door and went around to shut and lock all your windows, still on edge from the previous events. Pulling out your phone, you went to your contacts to find a new one amidst all the others. You pulled up a new text thread titled with his name and you typed up a message:

‘Home safe and sound. Thank you again Simon :)’

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Masterlist

[quimera-cami]

I need to hold that man(nikto)'s face (I bet he purrs)

He's a kitten

[ghosties--writing]

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Masterlist

^} - Angst

*} - Smut

~} - Fluff

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Cockwarming *

Day 18- Mittens (Handjob) *

Day 22- Secret Santa (Toy play / humiliation) *

[deadunderorbit]

I’m so excited this is insane

[captain-natey]

Meet & Greet

I realized I can draw whatever I want… Konig as a Belle fan! 🎙️💿

Wha? They are both just digital beings, lmao. The image of him blasting Belle's music sends me.

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[jamiewrandall]

MW Reboot trilogy box art redsigns by me! With some more colour and consistency. Made them quick in Photoshop just for self satisfaction. Wish I had a better pic for Soap 🧼🙃