#simon riley x nonbinary reader

[x-x-nyctophilia-writes-x-x]

This is a hastily made vent fic

Simon Riley x Reader

(Gender neutral reader, reader does not have gendered pronouns, but does mention having a period)

Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of hospitalization and surgery, mentions of strained familial relationships, mentions of periods

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You woke slightly startled by the sound of the front door to your apartment opening. Quickly checking your phone you noted the time; 4:37 pm. Simon was finally home from another deployment. You moved to meet him in the living room, but before you could even make it out of bed he was already standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at you with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

You stared back for a couple moments before offering a weak smile and a quiet welcome home. He let out a sigh like he'd been holding his breath and said “There you are, love. I'd been trying to get ahold of you on my way over here, but you didn't answer. Had me worried.” 

You checked your phone again and this time noticed that he had called and texted you, several times in the last hour. You turned back to him, “I'm so sorry, I was… taking a nap.” 

Simon continued watching you from the doorway, staring like he was analyzing you. You had the blinds closed and curtains drawn shut, leaving your room dim despite the sun still shining bright outside. Simon turned on the ceiling light to get a better look at you, and you flinched. He sighed again as he took you in, this time less relieved. Your hair was a mess, you had dark circles around your eyes, your lips were chapped, and you'd been asleep in your day clothes. He moved toward you and sat at the edge of your bed.

“Lovie, what happened,” he asked, placing the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature, “are you sick?”

“No, no! I'm fine! I'm just… Tired.” you said, adding under your breath, “haven't been sleeping well.” You were avoiding looking him in the eye. Simon gently grabbed your hand with one of his, and turned your face toward his with the other. 

“Tell me what happened.” 

It was firm, but not a demand. Suddenly you felt tears prickling at the corners of you eyes. You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped around you, instinctively, protectively, as you started to fall apart. 

“My dad… He's in the hospital! While you were gone he was diagnosed with cancer. He got rushed into surgery to remove the tumor. In a few weeks he starts chemotherapy. My mom and grandmother have been at each other's throats, arguing about what's best for him, who should take care of him during his recovery. Grandma's even been picking fights with the hospital staff! Even before all that, I got laid off! Something's gone wrong with my insurance, and I haven't had the time to sort it out, so I'm off my meds because now I can't afford them! My period started a week early last month, and I bled through my clothes, and this month it's a week late! I really haven't been sleeping well, my stomach is in knots, so I can hardly eat! And I missed you! I missed you so, so much!”

Simon just sat there with you, rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while you let it all out. Once you had, he kissed your forehead and said a soft “I missed you too.”

Then he pulled away slightly to look you in the eye, concern evident on his face, but layered with what seemed like a little hurt. “Sweetheart,” he said more firmly again, “why didn't you tell me any of this was going on sooner? I know we didn't have a lot of chances to talk, but everytime I called you said everything was fine. Why'd you lie to me?”

You looked away, shame creeping its way into your chest while you found the words to answer him.

“I just… I didn't want you to worry. Your job is so dangerous, I didn't want you to be distracted by my problems while you were out there fighting.” 

“Your problems? Love, no matter where I am, or what I'm doing, your problems are my problems. I'm your partner, and I'm here for you, even when I'm not with you.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smirk before he said, “And I'm no amateur. I'm more than good enough to do my job and care about you at the same time.” 

You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up out of you at his cocky attitude, and he smiled seeing the shell you'd crawled into start to crack a little.

You sighed as you gazed up at him. “I'm sorry, for not being honest with you,” you said. He pulled you into his chest again and kissed your temple. 

“It's alright, I know. And I'm sorry you've had to deal with so much by yourself.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, finally able to enjoy each other's company again after being separated for so long, until Simon began to lift you off of his lap and make his way toward the door again. 

“Where're you going?” 

“Getting my phone, gonna order that dumpling soup you like. While we're waiting for it we're gonna take a bath, and you're gonna tell me everything else I missed out on while I was away. Good, bad. Everything. Get out that scented bubble mixture.”

And with that, he disappeared into the living room, leaving you with a smile on your face as you made your way to the bathroom to run the bath and find the bubble soap.

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I've been going through... a lot lately, so I wrote this to cope. Cheers.

[gravesdept]

CONTENT: task f 141 + graves + makarov headcannons — gn! reader >> slight angst. nsfw kinda. main character death mentioned. gun kink. knife kink. marking kink. blood mentioned. internalized homophobia. wc: around 1000+

an ;; LMAO CAN YOU TELL WHO HALF THOSE TAGS ARE FOR

“HOW DO THEY LOVE? // HOW POSSESSIVE ARE THEY? // DO THEY SHARE?„

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY ✮

hes possessive alright. simon most likey has never had or felt real feelings for another person other than his familiarity with 141 and that wouldn’t attempt to change unless he’d met someone who is able to sneak into the gigantic walls he put up for himself. that being said if you were to step into his life by chance and also happen to fit his personality enough for his walls to shift.. lets just say you’d be on his hook for life. simon takes pride in knowing he has finally has someone to go home to (like a real military man he thinks), he takes pride in knowing he can count on someone, he takes care of the ones he “loves”. you caring for him back is just bonus points in his fucked up book. sum of it ghost is pretty possessive, although hes not the one to kill or be extreme with his measures for you ( he will break a bone or two ), he will always make sure to put himself first and while that’s selfish hes been through more than enough to know that love never sticks and his trauma filled heart wont let him stay too long—but if he thinks that you are a need in his life,, then you are his to keep. hell asking if ghost shares could get you killed. while ghost is not the one to kill for you—he will kill for himself. you are now a necessity in ghosts life; in simons life. you’re in his routine and he doesn’t make room in his routine for just anybody, simon sees you as a part of his own as he now needs you for certain tasks. killing for himself is way easier and will happen if anyone even suggests sharing you to him.

CAPTAIN. JOHN PRICE

john is one hell of a lover, thats for sure. he takes his love life seriously; wants to date to marry type serious. its sure by his age he’s already been divorced or has been married and thats not something he takes lightly. hes all for one night stands but if your going to get him all cheesed up just expect to take him out to dinner the next day. if the “date” goes well and you both start with something thats sort of a talking stage, its clear he wants something as he doesn’t let his guard down for just anybody. like simon he puts his work first, task force 141 coming before his own soul. hes a workaholic of course and would need someone who he could talk to about his paperwork; a person he could complain to for hours about how soap works on his nerves. if you meet his standards you might as well be his even if you dont know it; he’s just as possessive as it gets. you’re civilian? hes treating you like one of his soldiers because he’s possessive over all of his men, price will kill for you knowing the danger he attracts. you’re military? hes backing you up if you need the extra assistance and will not hesitate to drop a body for you. cause thats how he loves; its all he knows. sharing is a hard no for price, he finds it awkward to share with anyone and if you want someone else.. lets just say he’d rather leave you than see you be with another person while with him, again he will not share under no circumstance. he needs you and you only and if you cant except that then “best get to goin’. ” in his words.

JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH

soap doesnt love as hard as john or have walls as high as ghost, he has his own sense of self coordination. soap wants someone whose rough enough but can handle his jokes. someone who can love him for who he his, for all his scars, for his wellbeing. I imagine johnny growing up being chastised for his sexuality. meeting you would solidify something in him as you would accept him and he would never forget that heavenly trait of yours. hes fallen for you already and theres not much more to do before he wants a ring from you. I know I said he doesnt love as hard as john but soap can come to love just as hard and willingly as he wants to; all he needs is a push. soaps clingy nature is active once hes feeling comfortable around you, wants to be by you most of the time especially including when he has to do stacks of deskwork. soap is one of the only ones who is willing to share, thinks its your choice compared to his. no matter what you do hes by your side; though, killing for you is his last resort. with johnny killing will not always be his first option especially since being discharged from the military he feels as though is a disgrace, he would only kill immediately if you were part of the military too and were harmed in combat. hes protective but not as possessive as the others.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

kyle has relationship problems, falls for the wrong types of people. lets his guard down a bit too much than the others. makes him different in his heart; but too soft for the bunch. he crushes on people who give him even the tiniest bit of affection, must be because hes only dated around a few times. so guess its not absurd for the situation that was between you two. It was weird for a bit; weird cant even be the word. you and kyle were bestfriends and kyle had liked you. it was awkward to say the least but he confessed and for the first time in a while someone had said yes to his confession. it already sparked so many feelings that you could probably have had him right there. while gaz has relationship problems its safe to say hes just as possessive as the others, once hes got a hold of you its a while before he lets go. hes clingy like soap and loves hard like price. he’s different because he will kill for you if needed, whether you be civilian or military personnel no matter what’s happening kyle loves too much to let the person he cares about go. he shares because, again, its your choice and hes into whatever your into. though his tolerance is low; hes only sharing because its what you want. he would never willingly share if you didn’t want to and would never ask you if you wanted relations with another person.

COM. PHILLIP GRAVES

phillip is a one night stand typa guy, only there to fuck and leave. wouldn’t want a serious relationship and surely wouldn’t want someone to love. so he slept around ,, his job as commander was stressful, its no doubt he needed a stress reliever every minute he could get; one night stands provided that and he was fine with it, fine with the circumstances. ironically that is until he met you.. you were “different” he said. you pushed his buttons in all the right ways; made him want more of you. made him feel weird inside. said he couldn’t feel love onetime and you almost made him regret it. phillip loves rough though its soft around the edges.. he wants that same type of love reciprocated right back to him, its alright if you cant be soft to him he’ll still take it like the goodboy he is. wants someone who will treat him horribly but at the end of the day love him harder than ever, not ideal but its what he wants, and he gets what he wants. never been one to quit either, will continue to try and get you even if you said no to his advances the first time. safe to say he wont be sharing either, he has major problems with sharing when it comes to complete strangers. might share you with his shadows though; other times he wants you all to himself because he knows hes all you need. all your body needs atleast. your opinion is honestly irrelevant to him too. (he will drop anyone dead within a 5 feet radius of you.)

COM. VLADIMIR MAKAROV

vladimir, the one who is the toughest to break and even tougher to love. this is because unless you have a sign on your forehead that says “hey pick me”, makarov is not batting an eye for a civilian. under no circumstances will he let his emotions with a mere under role come in hand with his work. so in every scenario your in some type of military work or even under him in command, cause then he might peak an eyelash towards your files and find out who you are. if prior to meeting eachother you idolize his work—you’ve already climbed towers that would take years to reach. makarov wants someone whose loyal, someone whose willing to put him first (he wants a dog whose willing to take their life for him). and while many of his soldiers already happen to do that everyday for him, you stick out like a sore thumb so bad that it just so happens to confuse him. he questions whats so damn interesting about you and even comes to reason that its him being weak minded and ill thoughted. a leader does not think such thoughts about someone of your sexuality; sure as hell not a person whose so proud of it. later he comes to realize his thoughts were wrong. after a hookup between the two of you during a stressful day, he sees more of whats to come. of course still he doesn’t support but he can get behind it just for you. makarov is VERY possessive, he would kill cities for you; countries even. would carve his name on your body so that everyone knows your his, make you get a tattoo atleast. (gets you guns with his name engraved into them, loves when you try to use them against him during sex; he has a major gun kink / knife kink and loves inflicting pain on you to the point where you’re bleeding.) he for sure does not share. hes one of the ones thats obsessive over what you do enough to keep you locked up too, once your marked as his you stay his. he does not take well to his property being used by others and does not condone what you feel for that matter. if you disagree or betray his decisions,, no matter how much hes come to accept you, he can and will not hesitate to shoot you dead along with anyone whose ever tried to come in contact with you. he does not share.

bonus: WHOSE IN WHAT POSITION? (sub/dom) ✮

simon is a dom for sure while still not feeling that comfortable submitting, price also is a dom but not because he’s uncomfortable he just likes having a bit of power, johnny is a sub(literally no explanation), kyle is a switch sub/dom depending on what mood hes feeling, graves is a sub leaning dom as he doesn’t like to let you do everything by yourself, makarov is the most power in a dom ive ever seen because he can’t stand having someone being superior to him.

an :: maybeeew writing makarov smut fic in a few days maybeee 🙂‍↕️

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[circusinthewalls]

Semi-NSFW Ghost Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Discussions of deep depression.) [Masterlist]

Depression's a bitch. Always finding a way to halt you in your tracks, bringing you to an abrupt, crumbling stop. Simon can tell it's starting up again. You manage to perform most of your daily necessities, but he doesn't miss the way you practically drag through them.

You eat slower, eat less. Your showers have been taking longer. Laundry doesn't get put in the wash til you're struggling to find clean clothes, fatigue pants mismatched with an undershirt, or something of the sort.

He can't place the root cause of it, but he's smart enough to not let you continue sinking deeper into it. At least if he can, that is. Stubborn thing you are.

You're a little caught off guard when he comes knocking on the door to your room one night, and even more so when he pushes past you, letting himself in. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, you've been thrown over his shoulder. He turns back the way he came, ignoring your questions and muttered pleas to be put down.

"Settin' you straight," he says when you eventually give up.

That's the only explanation you get until you've entered the showers. You recognize the room by the tile and lift your head a bit. Odd. What're the lights already on for? Should be off long by now at this hour.

Just as you begin to get a feel for your surroundings, you're lifted off Simon's shoulder and set down on what you can only assume is the edge of the sinks. You're a little too disoriented by the sudden movement to tell straight away.

"You gonna be good for me, yeah?" he queries, and you can feel his hands slide up your thighs as he moves to stand between them.

Confusion knits your brows.

"Didn't do anything," you object.

His fingers twitch, grip tightening by a fraction. You try to ignore the way it makes your cheeks heat up.

"Not what I asked."

His tone brooks no argument. Clearly, whatever it is he wants, he'll be having none of your little complaints tonight. You concede and give a tentative nod. Judging by the look in his eye, you can only assume he's pleased with the change of attitude.

He reaches behind you, retrieving.. a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Both are new. Not particularly extraordinary, flimsy things that come standard issued in this line of work, but he doesn't know where you keep your toiletries and frankly couldn't be bothered to look. Grabbing these from the locker room storage closet was easier.

You glance over your shoulder to watch him wet the toothbrush, then glob the paste on it's multicolored bristles. When he brings it around infront of you his other hand is already reaching up to grip your jaw, though it stops short.

"Open your mouth."

You hesitate, glancing between him and the toothbrush. Hell, if he wanted you to brush your teeth you didn't understand why he couldn't let you do it yourself. He fixes you with a look, and you slowly do as you're told. He wrenches a thumb gently into your mouth, cocking it up to get you to open wider.

Your cheeks flush brighter, the faintest whine escaping once he starts brushing your teeth.

"Shh, there ya go," he soothes. "Just be good for me. You're doin' so well already."

Once it comes to brushing your tongue he has the tip pinched between his fingers. The whole thing feels strangely intimate, especially when he accidentally dips the toothbrush back too far and makes you gag. He curses under his breath, muttering a hushed 'sorry' as he finishes up.

He continues on with his little whispers of how good you're being, reassuring you every chance he gets. Unfortunately, it's getting you more and more worked up by the second.

When all is said and done your breath is coming out in soft pants, your face and gut burning with feelings you didn't expect to arise from such an exchange. Shit.

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Part two, perhaps? Maybe as a little treat. Keep an eye out for it. Feel free to ask to be tagged if you're interested. <3

Edit: Part two is [here]!

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[dervampireprince]

ASMR | COD - Ghost x Listener SFW Ghost's Angry You Disobeyed An Order

[M4A] [Established relationship] [Injured listener] [TW: it's a soft spoken audio but Ghost is angry, mentions of you almost dying] [Kissing]

Based on a Patreon request. Olivia Ozmun asked "In light of finding out that Ghost audio hasn't been requested, I would love an audio where listener has a close call out on the field and subsequent Ghost freakout."

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[evangelicalsoot]

ghost definitely has a sent kink!

sniffing your blankets when he misses you, humping your pillows and wrapping your covers around his cock as he jerks off. holding your favorite sweater to his face, almost suffocating!!, just to get the pleasure he so desperately craves.

[broken-glass-puppet]

GAH I saw you write about dilf reader and making them taller then the 141 boys and *chefs kiss* beautiful. Could you do little headcannons about small ass gn/m reader with the 141 boys 🥺 I’m 5’3 and I need representation 😔✊

I'm literally 5'2, we need more representation

General 141

•No, but they do laugh at you, in the friendly way

•"how's the weather down there?" "I don't know, you tell me you fucking building"

•ghost holds you like a fucking cat, like literally

•soap, he doesn't mess with you that much because he isn't that tall actually

•ghost will call you 'shortie' or 'dwarf' (friendly way...) Or 'shortstack'

•ghost and Alejandro are the ones who mess with you the most

•Ale calls you things like 'enano' 'chaparro' and more

•you are the Chihuahua of the task

•good thing is that you can bite their ankles/j

•price sees you like a small cat, everyone does at this point

•Gaz just puts his arm on your head

•they think it's adorable, specially rudy

•you are a short king!!

[princeinsomniavoid]

For the love of fuck please make more gender neutral/masc x reader head canons/fics please I'm fucking tired of seeing like 5 million fem/afab fics when there's little to no gn/amab/masc content for my f/os im fucking starving over here for the love of god! :]

[the-whispers-of-death]

(nonbinary) reader with tokophobia x Simon "Ghost" Riley?

I've never seen any fics where reader has tokophobia, and I have been getting FAR too many pregnant!reader fics on my dash to be comfortable😭����

don't need to write anything abt this if you dont want to, by the way! :)

It's fine, I just hope I write this as best as I can to properly represent tokophobia! Gender neutral Reader who has a uterus, coming right up!

For as long as you could remember, you felt sick at the thought of childbirth and being pregnant. There were people around you who didn't want kids, but they didn't have the same fear about childbirth as you did. You knew how risky pregnancy could be, how there were so many ways things could go wrong. And it all terrified you, every single detail about childbirth.

So whenever you were asked about kids and pregnancy, you said you never wanted kids. And the response you got were people telling you that you'd change your mind or, and this was the real kicker, that your partner was going to want kids—expect kids from you.

As the years went by, your dating pool was limited. You only dated guys who didn't want kids, but the thing was that some of those good guys eventually talked about the possibility of having kids. So you came to a period of your life where you cut off dating completely, your previous experiences suggesting that every guy who said they never wanted kids would eventually want kids.

Until you met Simon.

Simon at first scared you, not because he seemed unapproachable, but because he was a military man. Military men weren't known for not wanting kids. Even if they weren't planning on having kids, they ended up doing so because they were more likely to be risky with sex and using protection. So you were afraid he'd want kids or would accidentally knock you up.

Still, you let him take you out on dates and you soon found yourself falling in love with him. You two had sex, always with a condom, and you always took the morning pill. You weren't taking any chances.

One day, Simon asked you why you were so hell-bent on not having kids. He wasn't judging, he was just curious. And it was his gentleness about the subject, the way he was just so genuinely curious, that it made you pour your heart out and talk to him about your fear of childbirth and pregnancy.

After you did so, Simon frowned and you were worried he was going to brush off your fear or worse, try and convince you to bear his child. Instead, he told you to he was going to get a vasectomy, just so there was another extra layer of precaution in case your plan b pills didn't work and/or the condom broke.

You thought he was just saying it to make you feel better but lo and behold, the next day, he came back after having a vasectomy. And he didn't even try and tell you that you should stop taking the plan b pills or that you two should do it without the condoms, no, this was purely just another way to ease your mind.

Because he didn't want kids, definitely not, and he much preferred helping your fears be at ease.

[n30nwrites]

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About Me:

Hey, I'm Valerie! I'm a nonbinary writer for Call of Duty. I identify as a Demisexual Demiromantic, Uranic. I am a big fan of COD, although I haven't personally played the game. But I've seen most of the cutscenes and voice lines. I'm currently going through college for a Spanish and German degree. Would like to become a translator (not interpreter). I also do artsy stuff sometimes, both digital and physical.

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[enbyonmandalore]

Test The Limits (Reader Insert Version)

Ghost & König x gender neutral reader (no y/n)

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling, dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, voyeurism?, characters act absolutely fucking feral, reader's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of your attitude and decides to fuck it out of you; him and König end up taking turns on you.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything about CoD MW2 aaand also my first time attempting to write a threesome. Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. I've been going wild for König lately and I'm trying to bring my thoughts to paper. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", you shouted in frustration as your face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned you down with his entire body weight, twisting your dominant hand onto your back, your other hand squashed underneath your own body. You'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", you reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of your back, letting you catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", you snapped and turned around as much as you could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling you managed to free yourself from under him, scootching away and staring daggers at him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you opened your mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in your direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let you finish your sentence. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and yanked you towards him, scraping your elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over you, his arms caging you in on either side, a knee between your legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", you said slowly and clearly, your tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on you, as if expecting an ambush. That's when you felt it. You felt him press up against you and with mere inches between your bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as you just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, you flinched.

"Stop that!", you protested.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring you and continuing to grind against your crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and you thought you saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", you gasped as he full on rutted his hips against yours. You tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating you even further, Ghost flipped you onto your stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, you managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made your entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in your head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling you to your feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

You bared your teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick you felt your bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. You refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto yours, analyzing you. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around your wrists within a split second, pushing you against the wall behind you. You were speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", you finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing you could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and your hands were quite literally tied. To say you were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to your throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked you up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", you spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking you out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but you'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", you chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that you might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed you by the neck and spun you around, slamming your chest into the wall. His hands slid down your sides, all the way to your belt. You didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare you for what would come next. Once again you were thankful he didn't see your face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down your uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping you lift your feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on your body, thumbs caressing the dips in your hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

You could almost feel his breath on your skin, that's how close he'd gotten. You skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against your ass, you could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned you back around to face him, shoving a knee between your thighs and pinning you to the wall on your tiptoes, hands above your head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had you ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly dropped you, taking two steps back. Your ass hit the cold concrete floor, your bindings snapping as you scramble to cover yourself. Reality check. You could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on your skin and turned your head in that direction so fast it almost made you dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. You heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of you in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at you still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of you.

You slowly regained your composure, still acutely aware that your lower half was exposed. What you also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. You shifted around until you were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So, to help you get it together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

You exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in your direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as your gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at you, "You talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both König and you. You hadn't known you talked in your sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while you slept. And if you weren't mistaken, you could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a kneeling position, your hands on his wrist to steady yourself. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to you. You felt his cold stare basically penetrate your skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and you complied. Ghost then moved the both of you closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Your heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

You watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of you, your back facing König. He stepped closer and you now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively you gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as you gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been your imagination, but you swore you heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited you. With one hand he lifted your chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of your head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

You answered immediately, a grin tugging at your lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing you knew, Ghost forced open your mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. You fought your gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what you found yourself capable of. You carefully started bobbing your head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working your tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down your throat. You'd never believe it if you weren't hearing it yourself, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

You swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively you licked your bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding your head back down his cock. You could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of your throat you felt the knot in your own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped your head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from you to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both you and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as you took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound your mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it your feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have you on top of him, a spiteful smirk on your face as you ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into your mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

You held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down your face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and you fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving you the chance to wipe the drool off of your face before dragging you to a large storage crate. He turned you around, his chest pressed against your back, and sat down, effectively pulling you onto him as he lay down on the crate. You watched as he removed his gloves. Your entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. You felt the blood rush between your legs and you were almost certain Ghost knew. He nudged your legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into your ear, grabbing your jaw from behind and turning your head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", you whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. You were becoming more desperate by the second, you needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost. God, it was such a pretty sight to see you so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

You gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? Standing between your open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on your thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into your skin and you whimpered once again. Ghost still held your jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what you wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with your entrance. You gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against your hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of your voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", you pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside you and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. You wanted to throw your head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so you turned your face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down your spine as Ghost whispered praise into your ear again. "Come on... Good. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from your lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread you open like nothing ever had before. No doubt you'd feel him for days. You could feel him in your guts, it was relentless, stretching you open and filling you so completely you couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard you almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", you groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered your desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- yes- Yessir!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside you over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into you, your half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Your choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt your hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on your lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to your lips and pushing past them. He was relieved you understood the objective, as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like you'd done with his cock moments before.

You arched your back as König repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as you careened towards your high.

"Greedy, are we? You gonna behave for us, hm?", Ghost teased, swiping his thumb across your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded vigorously.

Under you, Ghost tensed up as your ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped your hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting you hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

You were quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on your face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from your throat as he thrust all of himself into you. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. You saw stars as you came undone on his cock, clenching around him. You felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating your insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, your ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

You gasped in surprise when you suddenly had Ghost's hands on your waist, pushing you down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between your sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted you off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean the both of you up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", you agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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[dervampireprince]

ASMR | COD - Ghost x Listener SFW Ghost Comes Home To Find You Regressed

[M4A] [Age regression] [Established relationship] [Pet names: little one, pup] [Ghosts' first time being around little you]

Accidentally planned two age regression audios for this month... oops. I just really wanted to get another Ghost audio out and couldn't think of what other scenario to do, so any suggestions from you guys would be super helpful. Based on a Patreon requests, Skybound asked for "I love your age regression content, could you maybe do one with Simon Riley? Like he finds the listener regressed after a hard mission? Idk it might be out of character, but I could see him being surprisingly sweet with them once he figures out what's going on."

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[poppy-thursday]

Price - you religious Sergeant?

Y/n - I only get on my knees to worship one god..

Soap - what god?

Ghost - sergeant ..don’t.

Soap - *confused Scottish noises*

Y/n - Simon ghost Riley is the only god I worship on my knees :)

Ghost - *walks away*

Price - *also walks away but in a different direction*

Soap - I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just said no y/n..

Y/n - *goes back to cleaning your knives while smiling*

[broken-glass-puppet]

GUYS GUYS GUYS PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME THEY ARE IN THE COD FANDOM?! IN THE GAY SIDE OF THE FANDOM, PLEASE SOMEONE REQUEST ME SOMETHING WITH MA BOYS!!!

[bestfrozenskittles]

Holiday Special

SPOILERS AHEAD

In honor of the holidays i’ve decided to make a holiday special! 

This does contain spoilers of what happens after the ending of CR•W! 

If you don’t wanna spoil it for yourself then i suggest reading it after CR•W is complete! 

F.N’s pronouns are they/them in this so it can be gender neutral 

With all that being said, please enjoy my present to you all and thank you for all the support! 

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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The holidays were a grim reminder of what F.N didn’t have, a stable family. A loving non-abusing father and a more than living mother, Gaz eyed the teen while they stared down a happy family that had walked by while they held the unwrapped gifts Price was putting in their arms. “Now hold still F.N, you’ll drop em’ if you doze off” Price called out effectively snapping them out of whatever trance they were in. 

“Right” They shifted and held the boxes tighter. Gaz tilted his head in worry. “You alright F.N?” they nodded and turned to look over at him “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” Gaz shook his head “Just seemed distracted” He mumbled. They made their way down to the first floor of the mall where they found a mall santa. “Say why don’t you go get a picture with him, yeah?” Price encouraged the teen. 

F.N shook their head “No thanks, can we just go home? I’m cold” Price’s smile faltered a bit but he nodded “Let’s get going before it’s too dark then” they walked out of the mall and got into Price’s car. F.N looked out the window, watching the lights that seemed to be decorating every inch of London, they were almost nauseating. 

As soon as they got to Price’s house Gaz bid his goodbye and left to his own house to get ready for the Christmas dinner Price had organized. “You go to bed, I’ll get dinner ready and wrap the presents” Price patted F.N’s head “And don’t forget to change into the christmas pajamas MacTavish got you, he’ll whine if you don’t” F.N sighed “Right, I’ll do that” they mumbled before going up stairs and into their room. 

They sat on their bed for a few minutes before changing into the very colorful and tacky Christmas pajamas Soap had given them with the brightest smile on his face. They climbed into bed and closed their eyes, F.N laid in the dark room for what seemed like forever. Wishing to just about any god they knew to wake up back home. Up in the mountains with their more than alive mother and wishing for a loving non-abusing father. 

Soon sleep over took them. 

The sound of F.N’s shovel hitting the frozen ground was the only thing besides their labored breath that rang out through the snow covered forest. With another powerful strike the ice finally cracked and they hit the cold grass underneath. They swallowed and panted out loud before going back to digging. 

After a few minutes of digging they stepped back and looked over the two graves they successfully dug out. Still panting and somehow sweating in the freezing weather they walked back inside, they looked over the now dead man for a few seconds before slowly pulling him from the bed and dragging him outside. 

The once pristine snow was slowly tainted red as the blood from Mark's bullet wound seeped into it. Slowly, F.N laid him into his grave and stud back, they looked over their father before crawling into the grave beside him. They panted softly as they stared up at the gray sky, snow slowly began to fall down onto their faces. 

“I wonder…if mother would have stayed, would things be different sir?” When they finally got up they had to shake off the snow that piled up on their body before beginning to cover him up. The smell of freshly cooked food caught their attention, they looked around in confusion. 

Before finally noticing that the chimney was on, with a frown of confusion they tossed the shovel down and began walking to the front door. As soon as they turned the doorknob F.N jolted awake. 

The smell of food got heavier when they opened their eyes. “F.N wake up” Simon was at their bedroom door, he had flicked the light on and stud watching them slowly get up and rub their eyes. “It’s christmas, you got to open your presents” F.N slowly nodded and slid out of bed. Simon snorted at their pajamas before leading them downstairs. 

“You wore them!” John grinned like a little kid “I wore them” F.N mumbled. “First we’ll open the presents and then we’ll eat” Price explained, Kate hummed as she hung out on their couch with a drink along with her wife and Gaz. F.N sat beside her. “No, no F.N, you gotta sit next to the tree, like a little kid” Price grinned. 

“A little kid?” They mumbled Simon snorts and took their spot on the couch “You have to be close to your gifts to open them” Gaz explained. The underneath of the tree was covered in decorative covered boxes, a few set aside that were clearly wrapped by Price. Most of the wrapping paper wasn’t even on. 

“Those are for them, these are for you so go ahead” Price explained as he moved his poorly wrapped gifts away from the one underneath the tree. F.N sat on the carpet beside the tree, Price lifted up his phone and waved it, asking permission to take a picture. With a sigh F.N nodded and began opening their gifts. 

Each of the grown men, saved for Simon, oohed and aahed at the presents F.N received. They opened their gifts after F.N and then sat the table for dinner, Kates wife had a thousand questions for the teenager who answered each one. “Your hairs gotten longer” Simon mumbled to F.N “Has it?” They asked taking a strand between their fingers. 

“It looks good on you kid” John patted their head, F.N hummed and nodded. They suddenly felt as if their heart was heavy as they took a bite of the food Price had made. They wished they could be celebrating the holidays with their family. They wanted to eat their mothers cooking and open presents in front of the decorated tree while they’re father took a video. 

They wanted their family, with a more than living mother and a loving non-abusing father. 

Through the mist of all the laughter and talking Simon noticed how quiet the teen was. Usually, they would at least say one or two things when everyone was around but their mouth was shut tightly. He eyed them before clearing his throat, which snapped them out of their trance. “I forgot a present for Price in my car, F.N come help me get it” He stood up “Ok” they mumbled and followed after him.

Simon helped them get their coat and hat before opening the door and leading them outside. They walked to his car “Get in” He called out as he sat down in the driver seat. F.N didn’t question it and climbed inside, they sat in silence for a few minutes before Simon shifted in his seat to glance at them through the very puffy coat Soap had forced him to wear. 

“Are you goin’ to tell me why you looked lost early?” He asked, F.N frowned and looked at their lap. “I’m grateful…..for everything, but sometimes I wonder what it could’ve been like if….” They trailed off “If your father wasn’t a complete psychopath” Simon finished. They nodded “We could’ve been a normal family, I could’ve been a normal kid, no killing, no fighting for my life, just normal and happy” They mumbled. 

Simon sighed “I’ve wondered that too, the first few years I got away from that house, but I’ve learned that thinkin’ about things you have no way of changing’ or controllin’ is useless and a waste of time” He leaned back into his seat. “You should think about the things you can change and the things you can control, like whether you want to enjoy your first christmas as captains’ kid or not” F.N looked over at him. 

“Is it wrong for me to feel like this? It sounds like i’m ungrateful that John went through everything he did just to adopt me” Simon shook his head “No, you’re just a kid and you’re still processin’ everythin’ that happened up in the mountains, you deserve to be unsure and confused just don’t let that take over and blind you from what’s goin’ on right now” F.N nodded. 

“Have you calmed down yet?” They nodded again “Alright, let’s go back inside before I lose a toe” F.N chuckled a little as they climbed out of the car and walked back inside. “Took your sweet time didn’t ya!” Soap alles out “Couldn't find it, think I left it back home” Simon grumbled and took his seat. F.N sat down and continued to eat “Oh! We should take a family picture!” Kates wife suggested. 

“F.N doesn’t like pictures, we’ll have to pas-“ Price was cut off when F.N spoke up “No, it’s ok, I wanna take a family picture” Price stared at them surprised before smiling “Well alright then! A family picture it is!” 

The holidays were a reminder of what F.N now had, a stable family. A loving non-abusing father and as many uncles and aunts as they could possibly need or want.