#simon ghost riley x masc reader

[callofduty-shrimpemotions]

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't really do physical touch. He can take it from members of the 141 just fine, but it's hard for him to open up enough to really return the affection.

You can't blame him for it, really, after all he's gone through. Regardless of it all, though, he does try.

It's not obvious, at first. He stares just a little too long, makes a point to hand you things when you ask. Where he would turn away or pull his hand back immediately, he starts to linger. A little nod before he stops staring, letting your fingers brush when he hands you a document file or when you hand him a cup of tea. At first, he could feel his heart in his throat whenever you would get too close to him, but it gets a little less overwhelming with every instance of you touching him.

After a while, his fleeting touches turn into something a little more obvious, a little more clear in his intent. A hand to your shoulderblade to guide you somewhere, hands on yours as he teaches you something new. He sits a little closer than before, to where you could probably touch knees if you stretched your leg towards his. Simon would never tell you how his heart hurts whenever you come back to him with some new wound or bruise, but you learn quickly that the way he sticks to your side like a big dog is his way of showing his concern for you. It's kind of cute, really, how much he cares.

If you think he's bad now, just wait until you two become a thing. He beelines for you whenever he enters a room you're in, interlocks pinkies with you instead of holding hands. If you're relaxing in the base, he'll sit so close to you that you can rest your head on his shoulder, but he won't go out of his way to hold you unless you guys are sharing a bed or one of you has had a bad dream. In those cases, he'll hold you so close that you'd think he's trying to meld your bodies together, to keep both of you safe, to make sure neither of you will ever be without the other again. He's lost too many people he cares about, he's not gonna let you join that list. Not when he's finally found someone that lets him see a light in the darkness of a bad night, a bad mission.

Simon's not one to go in for a kiss, but he'll rest his head against yours when you lay your head on his shoulder. He'll let you hold his hand if you want, but he'd rather loop a finger through one of your belt loops to keep you close. It's comforting to him, having you close like that, but sometimes traditional physical contact is too much. It's too overwhelming, how much he cares, he can't handle you getting close. Be patient with him, watch his body language, and you'll see that even if he can't express it the way most people can, he loves you so, so much.

[zvdvdlvr]

Simon Riley loves kissing. Or rather, kissing you. 

He loved the way you would smile whenever he pressed his lips to your cheek. He loved the way you would laugh and try to push him away when he occasionally peppered kisses all over your face. He loved the way you would tremble when he kissed the soft skin under your navel as he trailed down even further. 

But most of all, Simon especially loved the way you would look a little dazed after he kisses you on the mouth. Your eyes a little hazy, lips flushed and puffy… You were absolutely picturesque in Simon’s eyes. 

[iceman-soup]

cumdrunk ghost pretty please? w/ begging and dirty talk pleease?? thank you have a good day 😌

ohmygod YES okayy

amab masc!reader x bot!ghost

You've lost count of how many times you've finished inside Simon at this point, but you both know it's a lot. His legs are shaking but still clinging on to where he's wrapped them around your waist, cock leaking against his stomach as he claws at your back, craning his neck to bury his head in your shoulder whilst he sobs. You're buried deep in him, not moving and it's driving him up the wall, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tries desperately to get your attention.

"Please, move, love, please," he keeps whispering, nipping and kissing at your neck but you just won't keep fucking him, instead teasing him relentlessly as he whimpers.

And you've got this stupid grin on your face as you murmur about how "big, scary Ghostie, begging and crying just for me, yeah?" He nods, mumbled begs falling from his damp lips, brown eyes gazing desperately into yours as his head falls back against the pillow again, pulling your face down to kiss him.

Whispered praise and pleas escape him, whines of "you're doin' so good, so so good, please move, please," in between him trying to shove his tongue down your throat as if he's attempting to inhale you.

"My gorgeous boy, looking so pretty right here," you murmur, finally starting to rock your hips back and forth again, making him groan loudly, back arching as he clings onto you.

"Faster, faster, sir, please." You kiss him again, biting at his lower lip to make him whine when you speed up. "Gonna cum again, please, please-" he's cut off by his own moans as his load spurts out over his abdomen, new tears of overstimulation falling as you quicken your pace.

"Didn't even touch you," you chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. "You want to stop, or are you gonna let me cum too, princess?" Simon grabs at your face, shaking hands desperately trying to pull your lips to his.

"Gonna- gonna let you- you cum," he stutters, groaning loudly when you do, then finally pulling out, kissing him again and rolling over so he can lie on top of you, face nestled into the crook of your neck. You both catch your breath for a few moments before you sit up a little, his head resting on your stomach as you look down over his sweaty body, thighs covered in the milky fluids as he mumbles nonsense, eyes closed and body relaxed, your sweet boy drifting off to sleep before you even get the chance to wipe him down or bathe him.

[python333]

task force 141 reacting to [reader] clinging to them — python333

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synopsis just as the title says bb!! just some headcanons of the boys reacting to the reader clinging to them and basically following them around like a lost puppy!

relationships platonic!tf141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings written in 2nd person pov [you/your/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], non-scottish reader [or could be read as scottish with less of an accent], probably ooc :{

note this is so. self indulgent. BUT i need to get my thoughts out rn about these boys because its too much to contain my silly little brain won't let this go and i need to just hdjhsdfjdhj. if anyone wants to request something for me to write pls do it because this is the only thing thats gotten me out of my writers block.

JOHN "BRAVO SIX" PRICE

➥ i honestly don’t even think he’d notice at first.

➥ about a week after you’d gotten to know everyone on the team and started to get used to their quirks, you decide your target to cling onto is gonna be price… because why not?

➥ when i say cling i mean following him around like a lost puppy, just about watching his every move, basically being his shadow.

➥ it’s not until about three days of you doing this when he realizes you’re shadowing him.

➥ when he confronts you about it, it’s less of a confrontation and more like him saying “... do you need something?” and then brushing it off when you shake your head ‘no’.

➥ he’s not really irritated or angry about it, more confused but generally okay with it.

➥ so when he realizes you’re gonna be doing this often, he can’t tell whether he should feel honored or bothered.

➥ spoilers: he ends up feeling honored. it’s his fatherly instincts, y’all already know.

➥ he’s awkward about it at first, now that he actually knows you’re following him, he’s constantly checking over his shoulder and — yep, you’re still there.

➥ so he doesn’t confront you about it again, and just lets you follow him around, and once y’all get closer he teases you for following him around like a duckling would with its mother.

—

You’d been following Price around for a few days now. He hadn’t noticed so far, thank God, but he was definitely close to finding out. You could see the way he’d occasionally glance over his shoulder and see you following him, then keep eye contact with you for a moment before going on with his day — which really confused you at first, but who cares as long as he’s not stopping you? — and letting you follow him.

You had been following him out of habit. You didn’t mean to follow him in particular, it just… happened. Something about his demeanor, you’d convinced yourself, He just feels safe. It’s inexplicable and we will not be diving into my underlying issues to figure out why he feels safe.

So when he’d confronted you about it—or, asked you about it is probably more accurate—with a questioning tone and the words, “Did you need something?”, you shook your head ‘no’, and that was that. The older man had looked at you for another second, eyes looking over your expression as if trying to read you like a book, then went on with his day. You had let out a sigh of relief, and continued your little routine of following him around and being his little shadow.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s such a silly guy, man.

➥ he’d notice but pretend he didn’t, just for the sake of seeing how long you’ll follow him.

➥ if anyone points out your presence he’ll ignore it and change the subject.

➥ of course, once he realizes you aren’t letting up your clinginess, he confronts you about it in the most professional way possible!

➥ “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like that, or am I jist special?”

➥ it takes you a moment to figure out what he just said because holy fuck that accent is THICK.

➥ but you figure it out after a quick moment of thinking and struggle to respond, before offering a quiet, “... Uh. I guess you’re just special?”

➥ he is very happy about this.

➥ he nods approvingly and goes on with his day, letting you trail behind him.

➥ he really doesn’t mind, and actually enjoys having you trail behind him.

—

Following around Soap was more of a challenge than you’d intended. It was fun, for the most part, and you liked that he didn’t acknowledge you at all. The main reason you had kept following him was because he didn’t bother you at all, and didn’t even glance back at you as you followed him, no, he simply let you follow him around and shadow him all day.

Of course, you still had training and practice, but the moment you had gotten out of the showers and were done for the day, you’d gone back to following Soap, once you’d found him. Your daily routine was basically: wake up, eat breakfast, follow Soap, go to the training room and follow your CO’s orders, shower and eat lunch or dinner, find Soap, follow Soap, sleep, repeat.

Then one day, on a particularly idle day, Soap had turned to you and popped the question — “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like this, or am I jist special?”

Maybe you were just being dramatic, but holy fuck , his accent made it almost sound like he was speaking a whole different language. You process his words for a moment, before responding with a quiet, “Uh… I guess you’re just special?”

He seemed pretty satisfied with that answer and never really bothered you with it again.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he realizes immediately and ohhh boyyyyyy.

➥ “Do you need something?” “Did you need something?” “Why are you following me?” “Stop following me.” “Do you need something?”

➥ he is. Very bothered.

➥ constantly looking over his shoulder just to find your annoying ass following him.

➥ will always ask you why you’re following him, and when you shrug or give a bullshit excuse, he gives an exasperated sigh and goes on with his day.

➥ sometimes he’d even try to lose you in the crowd, and when you miraculously continue to follow him through it, he’d somehow become even more miserable. it’s impressive, your dedication to following him around like this.

➥ he’ll warm up to it eventually, maybe a month or two after you’ve started following him.

➥ by month one he’ll stop constantly asking you why you’re following him, and by month two he’ll stop constantly glancing over his shoulder.

➥ and eventually, he’ll stop trying to lose you in the crowds, and instead look for the easiest way to get through them with you trailing behind him.

—

Ghost should’ve known from the moment you persisted with your following of him through thick and thin that you’d never give this up. Honestly, it’s impressive how dedicated you are to trailing behind him like a little shadow, never even speaking to him, just following him.

However, Ghost could persist as well.

You’d follow him around as much as possible, starting at the break of dawn and briefly pausing your following to do whatever training your CO instructed and then resuming your following till curfew. Day after day, Ghost would interrupt your following by questioning it, then when given an answer, he’d give an exasperated sigh and storm off, not waiting for you to catch up.

At first, he thought you wanted to win over some sort of attention or affection from him. So, he made sure not to give you any. He didn’t spare a single moment for you, besides glancing at you over his shoulder and questioning your presence, and yet you continued to follow him. So he experimented with it a bit — he didn’t spare a single glance at you one day, didn’t speak to you one bit, didn’t do anything. Just went around as if you weren’t there. And yet, you continued to follow him, not put off by his behavior at all.

So, he just stopped thinking too much about you, in the nicest way possible. He wouldn’t glance back at you and question your presence, but he also wouldn’t try and lose you around the base. He wouldn’t storm off and leave you running to catch up. Sometimes, he even forgets you’re there at all. He warms up to it, albeit after a few months, but he still warms up to it nonetheless.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ i think he’d notice fairly quickly but wouldn’t point it out right away.

➥ like, he’d glance over his shoulder and see you following him, but gaslights himself into thinking you’re just trying to get to the same place he is, so he doesn’t confront you about it or anything.

➥ so when he realizes that you’re following him and not just trying to get to the same place he is, he’s kind of weirded out, but still doesn’t confront you.

➥ he’ll ask soap for some help on what to do and the damn idiot just goes ‘[c/n] probably has a crush on you’ so now gaz thinks you have a crush on him.

➥ i mean, he’s flattered, but also he has no idea who you are, so…

➥ he’s now even more awkward.

➥ so then he goes to price for help,

➥ and price is just a tinge more reasonable.

➥ price tells gaz that you’re probably just shadowing him because you see him as some sort of mentor, or maybe there was someone in your past that was similar to gaz and you followed them around as well.

➥ his reasoning doesn’t help all that much, because what the fuck is gaz supposed to do with that, but whatever.

➥ he really doesn’t know what to do about you, to be honest.

➥ after way too long, he asks you why you’re following him.

➥ and when you shrug or give an excuse as to why you’ve been trailing behind him ever since you’ve gotten here, he shrugs back and goes on with his day.

➥ doesn’t mind all that much, so yippee!!

➥ eventually, when you two get closer, he tells you that you can walk by his side instead of behind him.

—

Making Gaz your target was probably the best idea you’ve ever had.

He’s pretty quiet, doesn’t actively try to get you to go away, and best of all, he really just walks around and does any tasks he needs to. It’s oddly nice, just watching him do his work. He doesn’t talk to himself under his breath like Soap or Price does, and doesn’t do his work in complete silence like Ghost does. He’ll often hum to himself or whistle, a noise that’s quickly become weirdly comforting to you.

It’s kind of disappointing realizing you have to go off to training, honestly. Following Gaz around has quickly become the pinnacle of your day. Which sounds really sad now that you think of it, but who cares.

About a month of you following him later, he finally asks you why you’re following him. In the nicest way possible, of course.

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me around all month?”

When you shrug or give an excuse for your actions, he thinks about your words (or your wordless shrug) for a moment and mutters a quiet, “Alright, then,” and goes on with his day.

[naivegh0ul]

ABSOLUTELY SPLENDID (also omg hiii! Pain buddies ♡♡♡)

If its ok could you do Gn!Reader at least? Since im just a gay lil lad. (I'm a guy but I feel a lil rude to ask for masc!Reader 👉👈)

Anyway! Reader with a cane and chronic pain and EDS related issues (like hypermobile joints) and ghost being so kind about it especially since reader is young and "looks healthy"

Always anxious about using their cane because of certain people making comments like that. Like they can walk without it a bit but will be so sad and achy cause their legs and back hurts and so many places just do NOT have enough seating. (Often ends up sitting on the floor even to rest even though its such a hassle to sit down or push themselves up)

Scary dog privilege ghost being such a good emotional support, being so gentle with reader to use their mobility aid while also being so scary to someone if they try to say something or give a look.

Ghost being like a human reminder to take breaks, fix posture (you know with hypermobility and 'knee locking'), take your cane, pain killers for more busy days etc. Cause he just cares so fucking much and wants to make sure reader is in the least amount of pain possible.

Probably would carry reader if they asked

Just!! Need soft ghost comforts cause im such a sad achy boy rn.

(Also a lil unrelated to chronic pain but I need him to lay his full body weight on my small body cause I am the autistic and I crave that pressure and also feel like it would do WONDERS for my back)

how and why are you so relatable!!!! also don't ever feel rude or awkward ab requesting masc reader, pls request whatever you want <333

Ghost understands your chronic pain, after all, he's getting shot at on the daily so he's pretty achey all over. He's always reassuring you whenever you're having one of your bad days, cuddling you close to him when you sniffle and sob into his chest from the pain :(

He's such a sweetheart about it and always carries a spare cane with him wherever he goes. People don't question an older veteran carrying around a cane so you don't have to worry about people giving you weird looks about it.

And if it's one of those days where you're really feeling anxious about using your mobility aids in public, Ghost will just carry you. He doesn't want you sitting on the hard, dirty floor so he'll have you on his back or holding you bridal-style.

He calls you his little backpack when he's carrying you on his back. Sometimes people look at him weird because why is Ghost carrying a full grown man on his back? Ghost just glares at them, gives them a 'don't say anything bad about my partner or I'll kill you' type of look.

He is like a human alarm clock sometimes, pops up behind you and whispers "Have you taken your meds?" in your ear before magically producing them, pulling them out of his pocket. (and an entire water bottle??)

I need him to lay me too, dude. After a long day of you using your cane, he'll feed you and make you take your medication before laying you in bed and putting his entire body weight on top of you.

This man will become a heated, weighted blanket in an instant. He'll have you lay your head on your wedge pillow and will flop on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck and praising you for how well you did today and how you took all of your meds and used your mobility aid when you needed it instead of trying to push through the pain.

[tobbotobbs]

Hiii!! I saw your post with the cod boys + Alejandro for a reader who likes Ayesha erotica and etc but I was wondering how would they react to music like: Narcissistic personality disorder, Stare don’t touch and like artists like: Odetari, Cade Clair, 9lives, Lumi Athena and Iluvvern?

Hey! Thank you for the request! I rarely listen to them myself, tried my best but this was still fun to write!

Now this man isn't really the person that listens to music a lot. Sure, he knows the regular typical chart songs because a specific scotsman always listens to radio when they drive somewhere, but really he doesn't know shit about music and he doesn't really care about it either. That is, until he found out what kind of music you enjoy and listen to!

He was a little confused as why you were so fond of this...chaos of high pitched noises and yelling. Questioning you why a sane normal person would in general enjoy getting their ears torn apart when they wanted to listen to something that's called and considered an art form? You decided to give the poor man a little break in into the world of edm and phonk genre. You explained the emotions that went with these type of songs and how it just makes your spine tingle when you listen to something like NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER or other songs of these kind. He tried to listen to a few himself, but it's really not his. He doesn't mind you listening to it though.

He does however looks after you. He knows how you can sometimes forget to take breaks when listening to music with your headphones and afterwards get headaches from it. He will remind you to keep the volume on a lower healthier level rather than fully turned up. Whatever makes you happy, makes him feel content as well. As long as his love is happy and doesn't get hurt that is.

Johnny is a little menace. He likes music. Mostly Scottish stuff or dirty songs like Ayesha Erotica but when he heard you listen to Red Eyes Black Dragon on full volume in your room he got curious. He's never heard of this kind of music, hyperpop and dance/electronic wasn't really his until now. He started easily with something that was pretty popular on TikTok to see if he should try out listening to more.

He did find two favourite songs after a while. Sure, they are pretty popular at the moment but he didn't chose them because of that. He just...really feels them when they come on his playlist. Kerosene Sped up and Murder In My Mind are his go to's when asked what his favourite songs are at the moment. He also really lives to explain why he suddenly started liking this kind of music. His answer always the same: ,,Y/n listens to it. It's their favourite music genre and I feel so close to them when listening to this music!". Ghost thinks Soap is head over heels for you and should finally tell you everytime he sees you guys smiling at each other longingly while one of you puts this music on. It's like a secret conversation between you two.

When you finally got together (after he proposed you listen to music together in his room to calm down after a long mission and he put on the song if it ain't me by whatsaheart and afterwards kissed you) weekly music sessions are a must. You invite Gaz sometimes because he really wants to explore more music genres meanwhile on other days you have discussions about your all time favorite songs in the car and Johnny always hypes you up when Kyle tries to make his music genre the dominating part of the discussion. If you are close to losing the discussion Soap will just straight up pull his phone out, start his playlist and play your guys genre as loud in the car as comfortable for your ears.

Visiting raves together is also very important. Soaps first rave was with you and Gaz. He got so overwhelmed by all the nlise and lights that you had to leave earlier to cuddle with him and listen to his calming scottish songs in a very very low volume, barely hearable in your guys room. It was still fun for him and after that he got used to the clubs noise and lights!

Poor Gaz really loves music. He does. But he is unsure of exploring new music genres. Way more comfortable with staying with what he knows and learned to like. Though when invited over to you and Soaps weekly music session he couldn't decline. A good time listening to music with his best friends? Hell yeah! That was, until he heard what kind of music it was you guys listened to. First being really opposed to it, he left very early saying he still had papers to sign. He actually just needed time in a quiet room because his ears had started to hurt sadly.

Next time he listened to this music was when he and you shared a room on a mission. You put it on to fall asleep, god knows how you could sleep to it but you seemed to do just fine. Kyle layed awake on his makeshift bed and tried to listen to the text and after a while he also fell asleep. It was a miracle how but he did. He asked what song played when you guys fell asleep the next day, trying to recreate the melody so you knew which one he was looking for and soon he got the name from you. Metamorphosis. It's become his favourite song, one of the more softer sounding ones he really enjoyed.

Cuddle sessions when you guys are together os a must. In the background there is always your playlist playing on a low volume to not hurt Gaz and his poor sensitive ears. Though once in a while he can be seen in a rave with you, where he wears sweet green earplugs you got him for his birthday, to reduce the noise a little and still be able to enjoy the event.

Man has no idea what in the seven hells you got there going. Was it an exorcism? He wasn't sure. He also couldn't understand a single thing. But you seemed to be doing just fine. Singing your lungs out to Sex Obsession by cade clair and Lumi Athena. Watches you bouncing around the training field while shooting and stabbing dummys left and right without a single miss. Today was your turn to choose the music on the little makeshift training field John had at his own home, you guys had a week long off from work but still spend it training because you didn't know what else to do. When you started your playlist he knew the "enemies" were done for. It seemed with this kind of music you just felt more powerful and legendary or something of that kind. At least that's what you have told him.

He is impressed by how you can work so good with that shit on full speakers, but he doesn't allow you to listen to it while on a mission or on base on the training field because it could distract yourself and the other soldiers. Internally he also says that because he himself isn't really a fan of that music and finds it even a little annoying. But he doesn't tell you that. For that he adores your happy face while the music plays too much. Gaz and Soap asked him and Ghost once to join you guys on a rave night. Old man didn't even knew what it was and only said yes because you had the next day off. Simon just stayed back and laughed his ass off at John's obliviousness.

When you guys came back the poor old man had to take some ibuprofen to make his headache go down a little.

So you like raves and all this weird interesting sounding music? Nice! Alejandro does know a few things, of course he does. His and Rudys teenager lifestyle was going to parties and being active all day and night. But the music style did change a little over the years. Electronic/Dance is still a beautiful sounding chaos but a little more...Gen Z like, how Soap and Gaz would put it. Alejandro is listening to it with you, now and then. But he won't allow you to play it while training or on operations. Even if he loved you and you were his everything, he likes his workspace to be concentrated and ready for anything so no music or anything allowed.

Well you and Rudy did prank him once in a while with that sudden loud music in his office or while training the new Los Vaqueros members. It was fun to watch him get scared and then calm down just to be annoyed be the laughter of the new recruits or when he kicks his pencil holder off his table because there was a sudden loud melody right behind him on his desk and while turning around the poor cup holding his pencils got a visual flying lesson around the room.

Raves tho, are a yes. When you guys have free time and there is one nearby, he likes to take you on a date to visit them. On the occasion he loves to get a little risky on those raves, taking you somewhere more hidden and pounds you to the beat. He once invited Rudy, after talking to you, and when Alejandro started walking away with you hot on his trail Rudy started to follow as well in the dark neon lighted room full of people. In a dark corner they fucked you, a pleasant surprise for Rudy which ended with you and your boyfriend grinning successful and enjoying the outcome of the night.

So sorry this took me so long. My mental health is a little down right now and I got a few other things going on rn sooo yeah! Hope you enjoyed this one, till next time (:

[nullwritesmonsters]

Frustrations and Distance { Ghost x Trans-masc reader!} MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY!!

Warnings: Uses afab terms for reader's genitals. Reader is afab and trans masc. Reader referred to as : Good boy, Puppy, Baby

You were on leave, mandatory leave for an injury that had to heal before you were able to return to work. You relished the break until you learned your boyfriend Ghost was unable to get his time off approved and was going to be deployed for a few weeks. 

Now sitting alone in the house, you spent the next two months bored and frustrated out of your mind. The house had been cleaned three times over and you were still left with this antsy feeling. So you headed upstairs to your and Ghost’s room, the scent of him hadn’t faded completely and it was the only reason you’d been able to fall asleep these past two months. 

Falling back onto the bed you slowly worked your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside yourself. As much as you worked yourself you were unable to cum, the frustration building up in you even more. You shot off the bed with a growl and stomped into your shower to clean yourself off. 

Unfortunately for you, You hadn’t been able to get off on your own since Ghost had left. You tried everything, your toys, fingers, looking at porn, but nothing had worked. It left you a pent-up mess and desperately missing your boyfriend. 

Luckily Ghost was getting back from being deployed in a few days. The thought cheered you up but you were still a bit peeved at your lack of release. You’d started to blame Ghost for your issue, he’d ruined you with his big dick and now you needed him to cum. Realistically you knew it wasn’t that (probably) but it was still easier to blame him for it. 

You stepped out of the shower and decided to get started on dinner, might as well since you didn’t have anything better to do. Or you would’ve had the doorbell not rung. You slipped downstairs and headed for the door, opening it to see Ghost standing outside with his bag.

You stared in disbelief, He wasn’t supposed to be back for at least a few more days! You surged forward with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him into a hug. “Simon you’re back! I thought you were gone for a few more days?” You asked staring up at him. Ghost smiled down at you and kissed the tip of your nose. 

“We got back early, I got my leave approved finally so I’m home for a bit” He explained. You were really glad he was back, but another more petty part was still peeved that you hadn’t gotten off in two months. 

Your demeanor changed as you pulled away, walking back into the house with a huff. “About time, You should’ve gotten it earlier” You grumble at Ghost, leaving him confused. 

The blonde walks inside with a frown and shakes his head. “Hey, what’s the deal? Why are you mad at me?”

“I haven’t cum in seven weeks Ghost!” You snap at him, whirling around to face the taller man. Ghost blinks at you and sets his bag down on the kitchen table. 

“But you have toys and stuff?” He asks slightly confused. You roll your eyes and fold your arms, looking away with a blush. “I couldn’t finish, it’s… it’s not the same without you” Ghost chuckles deeply and steps behind you, gently guiding you by the hips as you continue to complain without noticing what he’s doing. You barely hear the sound of his belt unbuckling as you continue to rant “You ruined me, Nothing worked, not my toys or my fingers, I can only- oh!”

In one smooth motion, Ghost pulls your shorts down and slides into your dripping pussy. He chuckles deeply and presses a kiss to your neck “That better baby? Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you”

Ghost gently folds you over the dining room table and grinds his hips into you in slow, dirty circles. His thick girth spreads you open, the head bumping against your cervix with every deep grind. You’re speechless as he continues to rock into you, the feeling of him inside you is almost overwhelming from how long it’s been. 

You inhale a choked breath and moan, drawn out and breathy when Ghost thrusts into you. He pulls back and begins to slowly press in and out. You feel his smirk on your throat and if you weren’t paralyzed with pleasure you’d wipe it off his face. “Simon!” You whine the other man’s name, tears already gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

Your brain turns to mush when Ghost brings his hand between your legs and rubs gently on your clit, his gloved hand giving you much-needed friction on the bud. You clench around him with a gasp and rock into the rough feeling of his glove on you. “Oh that’s it baby, I’ll give you what you need” He coo’s into your ear, rocking deep into you.

You shiver against him, thankful for the table underneath you holding up your weight. You’re not sure if you’d be able to stand on your own with how much your legs are shaking. “Simon!” You whine, grabbing onto his forearms as he leans over your back. He lets out a huff and buries his face in your hair, starting to move faster. 

You squeeze around him and your breath hitches as his hips piston into yours, his fingers rubbing against your clit. You gasp out your name as you reach your peak, a broken moan leaving your lips as you cum around him. 

Ghost eases you through it, rolling his hips and playing with your clit. You squirm underneath him at the overstimulation but he keeps a firm grip on your hips. He presses a kiss to your cheek and pants into your ear. 

“Good job puppy, gonna make you cum on my cock again yeah? Want you screaming and crying on my dick while I pump a load into you” He whispers into your ear and heat coils in your stomach again. 

Ghost growls softly as he begins to pick up the pace again. You can feel him throbbing inside, the strong pulses against your inner walls. He aims his hips to the spot that makes you see stars and bullies it. You cum again, whiting out for a moment as Ghost continues to slam into you. 

When you come to Ghost is panting roughly into your neck, teeth grazing your throat. He pulls away with a grunt and hikes your leg up onto the table. “Roll over, I want to see your face” He pleads, voice rough and desperate. 

You flip over onto your back and stare up at your boyfriend. He’s flushed and sweaty with an adoring look on his face. He swallows as he meets your eyes, his brown eyes dark and hungry as he scans over your fucked out expression. 

He leans in and kisses you softly, a hard switch from the rough and dirty way he was fucking you just a moment ago. You card your hand through his hand and arch into the kiss, closing your eyes and sinking into the feeling. Ghost licks your lips and rests his forehead on your collarbone as he presses the tip to your entrance. 

The taller man pushes in, head catching on your inner ring as he slides in. He presses a kiss on your inner thigh and rubs circles into your skin with his thumb. Your head falls back against the table as he sinks in fully, hips pressed flush to yours. “Perfect for me love, Only I get to have you like this… You’re mine” He growls against your lips and then starts to move. 

Ghost sets a punishing pace as he trails kisses up your chest, hands gripped tightly to your hips as he pounds into you. The table creaks with each thrust and you sob as each movement brushes against your g-spot. 

Ghost grunts, eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted as he chases your releases. He cracks open his eyes and moans at the sight of you underneath him. “Oh fuck, that’s it puppy. Come on, cum for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy squirt. Fuck, you always look so good with my cum dripping out of you. My good boy” He praises, fingers coming back to find your clit while the other presses down on your stomach. 

You shriek with pleasure and babble a mixture of swears and Ghost’s name. Your body arches sharply off the table with a loud moan as the tension in your stomach snaps. “Simon I’m close! Oh fuck, fuck fuck!”

You shake as your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your release sprays against Ghost and drips down your thighs, warm and sticky. He groans as you clench down on him and leans down, biting into your neck as he reaches his peak.

His hips stutter as he pumps his load into you, thick ropes of cum splash against your walls as he grinds into you. Ghost braces himself over your body, staring into your eyes as he fills you with his spend. 

He pants softly and brushes hair out of your face, his other hand dropping from your legs hooked over his shoulders. He kisses you, slow and drawn out as he pulls out. You hiss at the overstimulation, looking down to see your pussy puffy and red. You and Ghost’s cum drip out slowly between your folds and onto the dining room table. 

Ghost dips his fingers down and swipes it up, sucking the mixture off his fingers with a grin. He swallows it and finally lets your legs drop from his shoulder. You sit up and lean against his chest, feeling hazy and fucked stupid. Ghost notices your expression and coo’s at you, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. “There we go, my little pup cum drunk from my cock, just how he should be”

You whine at his words but it’s true, this is your favorite feeling in the entire world. He scoops you up and walks over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a towel and wetting it with warm water. Ghost cleans you up gently, pressing soft kisses to your temples. He sets you down on the couch, shusing you when you whine as he leaves you. 

You assume he’s cleaning off the table and it’s not long until Ghost is back at your side. He slips your shorts and underwear back on and pulls you into his lap. You both recline down the length of the couch. Ghost rubs your thighs absentmindedly as you both calm down. He nuzzles into your hair and squeezes his arms around you. 

“I missed you so much when I was gone. I’m not used to you being gone on the field” Ghost admits, hugging you tighter to his chest. You smile up at him and cup his jaw “Me too, it’s not the same when you’re not here either” 

Ghost leans into the touch and sighs “But if the sex is that good every time we’re separated I might ask for less leave” He grins down at you, yelping when you smack his shoulder. He chuckles at your pout and tilts your chin up, kissing you. He stares into your eyes and caresses your cheek. “I love you” 

You melt at the words no matter how many times Ghost has said them by now. You sit up and press a light kiss to the man’s jaw, peppering light ones across the scars on his face. “I love you too”

Ghost blushes and you laugh at his reaction. He rolls his eyes at you but pulls you closer. The two of you settled in together on the couch, everything was perfect now that you were side by side. You closed your eyes and basked in the sensation of Ghost’s love.

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

Compartmentalizing here because if it's in a note on my phone, it's gone and I wanna share my ideas

Zombie apocalypse scenario because that's how I got fuckin neck deep in this cod stuff to begin with and there aren't enough for male/gn readers or aren't super depressing (angst is fun but I'm a hurt comfort man)

Posting that price one shot I already wrote

Fulfilling a request (technically two but they're very similar so I may lump them into one? TBD)

Got a ghost thing I've got kinda scribbled out in a doc

Polyam ghoap where one if them is kidnapped instead of you (I know I said Johnny in my little blurb but also the antsy possibilities of ghost being napped instead is making me go wild)

More polyam stuff in general cuz four pretty boys all snuggling me and each other? Yeah

That price x loyal dog fic I wanna write. May very possibly make it a hybrid au thing cuz I see a lot of those but I make absolutely no promises on that exact detail happening lol

Also no promises but I do wanna continue my castlevania fic at some point. It's one of the most fun things I've ever written and I miss it

Edit: also royal au stuff too because ugh prince x knight forbidden/hidden love type stuff absolutely destroys me

I think that's it jfc writing brainworms really just go hog wild when you allow yourself to indulge huh

[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! :]

[captainjamster]

hihi!! I just seen your post about writing things for those who feel under represented in the community; and I was wondering... could you do one where Simon takes care of trans masc!reader on a really bad day of endometriosis pain?

Hey there anon, you're the very first request! Thank you so much for asking! This was originally going to be just 800 words, don't ask how we ended up at almost 3k lol. Sorry it took a few days, I hope you enjoy the fic! It's also on AO3 :)

Pairing(s): Ghost x transmasc!Reader w/ endometriosis (SFW) Warnings: Blood, menstruation, two off-handed mentions of sex Wordcount: 2.8k Summary: Simon takes care of your morning, despite your attempts to soldier on through a painful menstrual cycle. AO3 Link: Right here! <3

A/N: I hope this is enough "taking care" for you! Reader is indeed transmasc, but point of transition and upper anatomy is for you to decide. I might revise this one and upload an improved version, change the level of debilitation, add in HRT and increase how much Ghost does for you. But for now, here you go!! I think of Ghost as someone who conveys his love and affection through acts of service, and he'd die happy if you let him quietly manage every need you have. <3

Endometriosis currently affects around 10% - around 190 million – of women and girls of reproductive age. This statistic does not include the rate of endometriosis in non-women individuals with female reproductive genitals, which inflates the number even further. Despite the existing prevalence, endometriosis is underdiagnosed and overlooked within those who suffer from it, and this becomes even worse within trans individuals. I hope this fic can provide some love and representation for those struggling, especially my trans ppl <3

Full fic is under the cut <3

A dull throb in your stomach, pressed against the mattress is the first thing you register as consciousness slowly trickles through the thick fog of sleep. The sheets stick to your thighs as you try to roll over. Simon’s bulky, warm figure isn’t there to stop you from rotating flat on your back, encroaching onto his cold, empty spot.

You crack an eye open, looking at his vacancy in disappointment. The room is filled with an early, pale glow that peeks from around your curtains, brushing against the frame with each soft breeze from the open window. It’s not unusual for Simon to be up so early, but you miss the opportunity for morning cuddles.

A particularly sharp contraction in your stomach breaks the peaceful moment, your hand coming up to knead at the sore, bloated flesh. The last few days had left you in a pool of pain, the familiar ache creeping into your stomach and worming its way down your legs and up your back. Accompanied by the unsettling nausea and fatigue that wears you out even during a nap, you’ve resigned yourself to the fact that your least favourite friend would be making a visit this week.

Rolling back onto your stomach, you sit with the uncomfortable sensation throbbing through your midriff. It takes a moment for the damp, coldness beneath your pelvis to register, contrasted to the dry sheet your back was just resting on. Your eyes fly open, pushing yourself up and back onto your knees with a pained groan.

Even such a simple movement has a strong wave of pain flare through you, but your dismay at the mess staining your sheets is stronger. Your friend has arrived earlier and heavier than expected. The dark grey sheet is soaked in patches of black, tacky enough that you know it’s had more than plenty of time to steep into the fabric – thank god for the mattress protector Simon persuaded you into getting for other activities. Looking down, your skin is dappled with red, crusty and dried around the hairs scattering your stomach. The worst is pooled between your thighs, boxer-briefs drenched with a sharp iron scent that crinkles your nose.

Pushing through the wave of dizziness persuading you to the floor, you grab at the blankets frustratedly. You check them meticulously, scrutinizing them for even a speck of blood, but they’ve been far luckier in their escape of your mess. Throwing them haphazardly onto the floor, you set into action, working to hide the messy consequences of your cycle.

There’s no real need for the urgency that you move with, especially as every aching fibre in your body screams at you to slow down. Rationally, you know Simon wouldn’t react poorly to your calamity in the slightest, even if you asked him to change the sheets while you cleaned yourself up. He’s stayed with you during other cycles, never blinking an eye at anything menstruation throws at you. Yet he’s not here to help, and interrupting whatever he’s doing just to do something you feel capable of seems selfish. On another level, you don’t want Simon to see this right now. Frustration eats at you – for being stuck with this, for being surprised with an early cycle, and maybe just a little bit because you really wanted those goddamn cuddles. You’ve wrestled three of the four corners off when Simon catches you stripping the bed, a towel drapes around his neck, shirt damp with sweat that still drips from his hair.

“What’re y’doin’, handsome?” He rumbles, an eyebrow raised as he stands on the other side of the bed. His eyes flicker between the blankets clumped on the floor and the sheet you’re mid-tugging off the mattress.

Though his question is fair, the obviousness of your situation, and your irrational irritation makes it feel like he’s rubbing your misfortune in. Gritting your teeth, you wrench a little harder than needed at the fabric. “S’my fault, I’ll chuck it in the wash.” You grumble, pulling up the mattress to unhook the last corner, ignoring how your back groans with the motion. Simon makes a noise of protest, not unkind as he snatches the sheet you’re trying to bundle in your arms. “Don’t be daft, mate.”

His tone is flat and slightly exasperated as he pulls the sheet from you, looking at the myriad of stains on your front, glazing over the angry expression you’re giving him at his little quip. Before you can open your mouth to say something, he turns you by your shoulders, escorting you to the bathroom.

“What’re you doing?” You huff, taking your turn to ask an obvious question as you let him steer you to the ensuite. A grunt is your only response as he pushes you through the door, his warm hand leaving your shoulders to pull back the liner fully. You watch as Simon turns the taps, listening to the pipes creak as water begins to dribble from the head. He doesn’t make any move to pull off his sweaty athleisure, just fiddles with the tap, turning it much hotter than Simon would usually take his showers – oh.

Taking the hint, you pull off your boxers, wincing as the cold air hits your now-exposed, sticky skin. Simon’s hand is under the water, breaking the droplets’ fall as the water warms, but his attention is now focused on you. When you straighten up, tossing your briefs to the hamper, he meets your unhappy look with a question.

“Pancakes?”

You blink at him, indignance still plastered on your face in a grumpy scowl as your brain struggles through the pain fogging your thoughts, and Simon just raises an eyebrow.

“Eggs ‘n toast? Take-out?’

A moment of bemusement passes as you think for a second, until your mouth drops into a little o-shape, and guilt tints your cheeks red. “Oh.”

Simon huffs affectionately, echoing your “oh” as he pulls his hand back, waiting for you to answer.

“Pancakes?” You mumble, looking up at him through your lashes. The corner of his lips tug into what you’ve learnt is a forgiving smile, and he leans over your figure to press a soft, unexpected kiss to your forehead. His lips are soft – good, he’s had a drink after working out – and the appetising, musky smell of his BO fills your mouth as he leans in.

“Pancakes it is, darlin’,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head as he moves out the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

Before anything can drip from you and create an additional mess you can’t be bothered with, you climb into the showerbath, making sure the plug is hung up to avoid any water filling the tub. He’s perfected the temperature, and you feel like just lying down in the empty tub as your body goes boneless, feeling water drizzle down on you from the showerhead. It’s just enough to soothe the way your body aches, but not enough to make you feel any dizzier. By the time you’ve finished in the shower, your skin feels red and tender, but the heat has temporarily worked your muscles into a sleepy stupor. Though you swear the scent of metallic fetor lingers on your skin no matter how many scents you use, any visible remnant has been washed down the drain.

Pulling the liner back, a towel sits on the vanity, folded neatly with two painkillers resting atop the fabric’s surface and a half-full glass next to it. On the other side, a pair of your boxers and one of Simon’s shirts hangs from the edge. You didn’t even notice Simon slip in to leave them there – despite how long you’ve been with him, it’s still unnerving that such a big man can move without a sound.

Scooping the pills up, you take them with a mouthful of water, before unfurling the towel to dry yourself off. The ordeal is short, pausing to pull on your briefs and a sanitary product of choice before you finish drying your tender legs, hanging the towel to dry over the rail nailed to the wall.

A whiff of sweet, buttery batter permeates the bedroom as you step back into it, mentally bracing for a brutal war of ‘how many sides can I get on before one pops off’ with your goddamn super king sized bed. However, surprise stops you in your tracks, feet stuttering as you find the floor empty of blankets. They’ve returned to the bed, which has been made with a rehearsed, militarized perfection, corners tucked tightly in with barely a ripple across the taut fabric.

With one chore covered, you grab the hamper from the bathroom, walking out into the living room to the source of the smell. Simon is hidden in the kitchen, his back to the entrance as he stands over the stove, but the sound of your feet padding around the corner raises his head.

His hair is light and fluffy, the tips still damp as he puts down the spatula, walking over to take the hamper from you despite your objections. The musky sweat coating him earlier has been replaced with the artificial, clean scent of shampoo and soap - you have no clue how he’s managed to change the bed, wash himself in the spare bathroom, and make a start on breakfast before you finished your own shower.

Resigning, you move to the stove and take up the spatula, patting the pancake as bubbles rise to its surface. Barely a minute passes before Simon’s arms slip around you, taking the spatula back and letting it drop to the counter to interlock your fingers.

“Independent this morning, pet?” He murmurs, carefully placing his other hand over your stomach, feeling as it rises and dips with your laugh. The warmth that radiates from his palm is ridiculous, seeping into the sore muscles that are starting to ache again.

“C’mon, you’d call me feeding myself independent.” You tease, leaning back until your head meets his chest. It shakes as he huffs a quiet laugh, bouncing you slightly before answering.

“When I could be feedin’ you? Don’t reckon I’m wrong.” He grunts, wrapping your hand around the handle, his own still encompassing yours, smiling into your hair as he helps you flip the pancake with a flick of your wrist.

You give his retort an overly dramatic groan, but his attention is captured by an electronic beeping that sets off. The moment he pulls away, your body misses his heat, watching him open the microwave door to pull out a very familiar, tear-shaped heap of fabric. You step away from the stove, reaching out to take it from him as he extends it towards you. The cartoon-ish looking figure of a little ghost heatpack is hot to the touch, emitting the faintest smell of lavender and chamomile, and he gives you a small smile as you wrap your arms around it, holding it against your torso.

“You think of everything, huh?” You laugh, heart squeezing as he answers you with a lop-sided grin and turns back to the stove, pouring in the last of the batter.

“Not everythin’ – how ‘bout you make a cuppa and sit down, hm?” He rumbles, gesturing to near the fridge. Two cups are already coupled together on the counter, and you skip boiling the kettle again as lazy tendrils of steam already climb from its spout. Grabbing a couple of tea bags, you tuck the heating pack under your arm, filling up the mugs as you listen to the sizzling of the pan. Simon gives you a quiet “thanks, love” as you set down his mug next to the stove, but when you reach for a plate to start dishing out the cooked pancakes, you’re interrupted by a chiding “ah!” and large hands turning you around. “Go sit down love, I got this.”

The look you give Simon over your shoulder does nothing to sway his rejection of your help, big brown eyes staring back at you with an expectant look as he gently nudges you to the exit. Though it’s tempting to ignore him and stay, the effort of staying upright is slowly sapping any hint of energy you recovered in the shower.

Bringing your drink out and flopping yourself onto the couch, your legs scream in gratitude when your weight is finally shifted from them. The small ghost sits across your abdomen, radiating a relaxing warmth that soothes the muscles cramping violently underneath it.

Though it’s barely minutes that pass, Simon comes out to find you curled in the couch’s corner, wrapped up around the heating pad with a slight frown in your brow. The gentle clink of the ceramic against the coffee table stirs you from your light sleep, cracking your eyes open as Simon sinks into the couch next to you, his plate balanced on his thighs.

“Sorry love,” he murmurs apologetically, raising an arm to let you bury into him. You jump at the opportunity, shuffling yourself to press against his side, and a content relaxation falls upon you as his arm covers you protectively. Without moving you too much, Simon leans forwards to grab your plate, resting it on your lap and tucking a fork into your hand.

Looking at the pancakes, he’s given you an extra one in your stack, drizzled generously with your favourite toppings. Your chest squeezes at the sight, each carefully placed topping another homage to the tenderness that your lover struggles to verbalise.

“You’ve done so much for me this morning, Si.” You start remorsefully, eyes downcast to your stack of pancakes. With a grunt, Simon reaches for his fresh mug perched precariously on the couch’s arm, using a spare finger to hit the on button of the remote sitting next to it. “Not allowed to give my special boy some love when he’s roughed up?”

You give him a good-natured huff, digging into his side playfully. “Make it sound like I’m wounded, Si.” Simon snorts, pulling his eyes away from the TV to shoot you an amused look. “With the amount of blood, y’could’ve convince me.”

You laugh at the comment, letting the light warmth fill your chest until it’s dampened by the unspoken guilt still sitting miserably on your conscience. “Sorry for bein’ grumpy earlier,” you mumble.

Simon hums, pulling you tighter as he cuts into a pancake with his fork, raising it to your mouth. “Kinda figured you wouldn’t be top shape after seein’ the blood, s’alright pet. Y’ve told me that this shit hurts more than normal.”

Taking the mouthful, you give him a small, grateful smile, reaching for your own plate and cutlery to share a piece back. The pancakes are light and fluffy, not heavy enough to upset your stomach, but enough to be filling for how insatiable your appetite can get. “Thanks, Si. Still appreciate you’re patient with me, though.”

He hums thoughtfully as he chews, gently rubbing his thumb mindlessly against your thigh. “Patient? Nah. Johnny said y’deserve a ring for bein’ patient with my shit after deployment – he’d take the piss if I told him you’re thankin’ me for being patient.”

The way Simon drops the idea of marriage is so calm and casual, a significant contrast to how it makes your heart soars in your chest. Reigning in your excited response, you take another mouthful, giving him a grin that can’t quite hide how much you like the idea. “Hope you told him how useful this little guy has been,” you gesture to the ghost on your lap, “because it’s definitely my second favourite ghost since he bought it.”

The narrowed glare that Simon gives the plush heating pad has you giggling around a forkful of pancakes, looking at him with light-hearted exasperation. “Oh c’mon, I said second favourite!” You chuckle, watching him roll his eyes with a grumble.

“Yeah, yeah,” his tone is low and playfully grumpy, rumbling through you. “S’long as it’s me you’re cuddlin’ at night, ‘m not havin’ a toy steal my man.”

Mindful of your plates, you wrap an arm across his chest and ignore how your stomach complains at the movement, squeezing him lightly. “Never, Si. My favourite ghost.”

With a satisfied noise, he looks down at you, a mischievous half-grin on his face. “Good, that thing couldn’t fuck you half as well.”

The cheeky remark gets him a deeper dig in the side, enough to pry a grunt from him as he squirms, though he’s still careful with how much he jostles you. Silence quickly falls over you, Simon watching the news with a protective arm around you. He sips at his tea as you finish your plate, running a hand through your hair every now and then, placing a few kisses to your scalp.

When you’ve finished your meal, you put the plate on the coffee table, reaching for Simon’s to stack them together. Reaching forwards has you wincing, a pulsating pain in your core that makes your tailbone ache, and Simon swoops in to stop you in your tracks.

“Sit your ass down already,” he grouches, pushing you back into the couch as he scoops up your plate. “Told you, you’re bein’ dependent today.”

[ghostsoapgirl]

Thinkin’ Bout You

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ghost x Transmasc!Reader

Word Count: 3600

A/N: I hope i did this fic justice. I haven’t written smut in years and as i am not a transmasc person I just hope i portrayed it okay. 

MINORS DNI!!!

Simon’s finger hovered over the call button. It’s been months, if not a year, since he’d heard from you last. What does he say? With out giving it another thought, he presses the button. It rings for only a second before it’s answered.

“Simon!” your voice exclaims loudly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the pure joy in your voice was definitely not it. “How are you? God, its been forever.” He allowed you to ramble a bit before he spoke.

“I was just thinking about you, about us, from before.” The soft sigh that leaves your lips has him breathless. God, he’d give anything to have you with him right now.

“Simon,” you speak softly, not sure where he’s going with this. “I always think about you too.” and it’s true. There’s not a day that goes by without him crossing your mind. Your lives were just too different, opposite sides of the spectrum. Your job keeps you in one place while his has him all over the world for indeterminate amounts of time. “How have you been?” He isn’t sure how to answer that so he just does.

“Stressed,” he lets out through a small laugh and your heart soars at the sound. God, you’d give anything to be next to him right now. “I’ve got a few weeks of downtime.” He let that hang in the air. He didn’t want to flat out ask to see you, hoping you’d take the bait and invite him.

“Don’t wanna spend time alone?” You knew Simon, you knew this. It’s how your situationship started in the first place. Simon wasn’t one to ask for things he wanted. Especially if that thing was you. “I’m sure Soap wouldn’t mind the company,” you teased. You’d heard plenty of stories about the duo back when you and Simon could have been considered something. Now though, it had been over a year since you’d even spoke.

“Don’t wanna spend time with Johnny,” he grumbled through the phone.

“What do you want, Simon?” You knew you were pushing your luck and after a long moment of silence, you had to check the phone to make sure he hadn’t hung up. When you saw the call was still connected, you made a humming noise in your throat, hoping it would urge his honesty. Honestly, you weren’t expecting an answer, so you almost missed the mumbled you when he said it. You hesitated briefly, unsure if he’d expand on it. When he didn’t you spoke up again. “Simon.” Spoken so softly he could have missed it but he didn’t. Spoken as an affirmation, an answer in just his name.

“When,” came his gruff reply. You knew you’d pushed him to his limit now so you took pity on him.

“Are you in the states?” When he confirmed he was in fact in the states, you went on the schedule a time for him to come out. You laughed when he told you he was already in your state, because of course he knew you couldn’t say no to him. You were still in the same apartment you’d been in the last time he’d seen you so you told him he could just head on over. After a quick goodbye you started the shower, trying to calm the nerves coursing through you. The last time you had seen Simon was prior to your top surgery. You admired the scars in the mirror before turning and hopping in. Your shower was methodical and quick, and when you emerged you headed to your bedroom to decide on what to wear.

Deciding on a nice tank top and some loose shorts, because hey, this was your apartment and you absolutely refused to get dressed up, you headed to the kitchen to try and decide on something to make. But as soon as you left your bedroom, there was a knock at your door. All the nerves you’d been holding back up until this point released a flurry in your belly. Before you could change your mind or doubt your choice of clothes, you walked to the door and flung it open.

Simon just sood there appraising you. You watched as his eyes took you in, from head to toe. His gaze passed over your chest quickly before finding your eyes again and you could see the crinkle of a smile through the balaclava he wore. You stepped back, allowing him entrance into your apartment. As soon as the door shut though you were pulled into a hug, Simon tucking his face into your neck, breathing you in.

“I missed you, too,” you said, because you did. You knew this was Simon’s way of saying the things he couldn’t so you allowed yourself to melt into the hug, smiling when you were chest to chest. There was nothing between you now, no uncomfortable mounds of flesh to hide behind big sweaters or side arm hugs.

“You did it,” was whispered against your neck and he didn’t have to specify for you to know what he’d meant. Your entire time with Simon, he knew how much you hated your chest and how you’d done everything you could to hide it. At his words, you melted further into him, tucking your face into his jacket.

“I did,” you laughed as he pulled away to look at you again. As his gaze raked over your form, you tried to fight the blush rising on your skin. Of course, that only made Simon grin even harder. God, how you’d missed that smile. You reached up and placed your hand on the bottom of his mask, asking a silent permission. When he nodded, you lifted the mask in one swift motion, needing to have his beautiful face bared to you. Your breath caught in your throat. Gods he was gorgeous. He wasn’t wearing his normal black eye paint under the mask so you got to see him in all his glory.

“Look at you,” you said through a smile. “Just as pretty as always.” It was Simon’s turn to blush now as he ducked his head. A finger under the chin and he was looking into your eyes again. “Why me?”

“You know why,” he spoke as he pulled away from you to drop his duffel on the way to your living room. You didn’t know, you hoped but there was a niggling of doubt in the back of your head so you needed to hear him say it. When you didn’t move to follow him he turned around and sighed. “I dreamt of this, you know. Having you to come home to after missions.” That shook you to your core. You’d had those same dreams of him coming home to you, of making a home with him. But things didn’t work like that. He refused to give up his home in the UK and you had refused to leave the job you’d worked so hard for. Every now and then, he’d visit and you’d enjoy your time together but both knew it could never be anything more.

That’s why a year ago, you’d been forced to end things for good. Your heart couldn’t take being with him but not being able to have him. You never labeled what you had and you never, ever dared to tell him how you truly felt about him. So you’d let him go. You’d fought the urge every day to call him, leave a message and beg him to come back to you. It had hurt but you knew it was the only way you’d heal. You didn’t though. You never got over him but you maintained your strength and never reached out.

And then he called you.

“I can’t leave my home, Si.” He visibly shivered at the use of the nickname you’d given him. “If you came here just to tell me I can’t have you, then I'm sorry but I can’t go through that again. I won’t recover this time.” HIs eyes widened at that.

“This time? WE ended things amicably.” You could hear the question in his voice. “There never was an us.” His voice broke at that but it broke you even more. You knew that, had always known that, but hearing him say that? You fought the tears back down, because you were not going to cry in front of him and you were about to ask him to leave when he continued. “Was there?”

“Of course there was! “ Your voice was louder than you intended so you took a deep breath to compose yourself. “You were my everything. But our lives were so different, in different countries, there wasn’t a way for this to work.” You gestured between the two of you, finally meeting his eyes. The sadness in them mirrored your own but you had to keep going. “I loved you. I still do, Si.”

He closed the distance between the two of you so fast your head spun. It was his turn to put a finger on your chin and force you to look him in the eyes. “What?” The disbelief in his voice was evident and it brought back a memory from so long ago. There’s nothing he to love, he’d told you once. You’d already loved him then but there was no way you’d ever tell him that. At least not then.

“Simon, don’t play dumb. I’ve loved you for a while now. I wasn’t going to say anything because you made it clear what we were doing wasn’t about love.” You managed not to spit the last word but you could feel your anger rising. As you were about to continue on your rant, Simon interrupted.

“I sold my place.” The absurdity of what he’d said forced a laugh from you. You stared at him trying to make sense of what he’d said. “About three weeks before I was granted leave, I sold it. It’s never been a home. I don’t have a home unless I have you.”

“What are you saying,” you managed to breathe out. Tears were threatening to spill. Home. You were Simon’s home. That means?

“I love you.” Simon stated it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to be here. With you. I want to come home to you.” His hands had moved to your waist now, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the skin of your hips. When had his thumbs moved under your tank top? You couldn’t remember as his words washed over you again and again.

The tears were flowing freely now and you didn’t even try to stop them. You had so much you wanted to say, needed him to know but instead of speaking, you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips into his. It took only a second before Simon was kissing you back, nudging you backwards until you were pressed against the wall. HIs tongue teased your lips and you melted, opening for him. He kissed you breathless for several minutes before parting for air, Both your chests were heaving, his forehead resting against yours.

“I’m saying,” he spoke between pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead, “that if you’ll have me, I’d like to come home to you. Here.”

“In the states?” you asked between panting breaths. Simon laughed, his mouth now on your neck.

“Where ever you are.” And yeah, okay you could work with that. Before you could answer, your tank top was pulled to the side and Simon nibbled on the space between your neck and shoulder. A moan was pulled from your throat and your hands found their way into his hair. His thumbs were still rubbing circles into your hips and between his mouth and fingers, you were going crazy, You didn’t know what you wanted, just that you needed more.

Tugging on his hair, he got the hint before releasing your neck and lifting his head to look at you. The adoration in his eyes made your knees weak. You pushed against his chest and he stepped back from you, eyeing you curiously. What you were about to do had your skin tingling with nerves but if anyone was going to see you like this, it was going to be him.

Simon watched, enraptured, as you hands went to the base of your tank top and lifted it. It was over your head and on the floor in a moment, and you stood there bare before him. Even without breasts, this was intimate for you. Sharing your bare chest with someone in this way was something you were never sure you’d get to do. HIs eyes raked over your now flat chest and the fire in his eyes lit a fire in your core.

“Can I?” he asked as his hand reached for you, seemingly of its own accord. He stopped, waiting for your answer. You simply nodded and that was all the permission he needed. He ran his thumb softly over your scars and a sigh left your throat. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” you laughed breathlessly, “just sensitive.” “In a good way?” His eyes were alight and your heart melted a little more at the thought.

“I don’t know. No ones ever.” you allowed your voice to trail off and the look on his face had you pause.

“No one else has seen you like this?” The possessive tone in his voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. Instead of answering you shook your head no. “You’re mine, you hear me,” he practically growled out as both hands came to squeeze your pecs. “Lets find out how sensitive these are?” Before you could question what he meant by that he was ducking his head and licking a wet stripe over your left scar.

Your knees went weak at the sensation but one of Simon’s hands were on your hip, helping to hold you steady. He proceeded to lick and kiss every inch of your scar from one side to the other before taking your nipple between his teeth. You knew from others that sometimes sensation took a long time to come back but thank fuck that wasn’t the case for you. Your hips bucked, looking to get any sort of friction and Simon slotted his thigh between your legs, giving you something to grind against.

He rolled your nipple between his teeth, switching between biting and licking, before moving on and paying the same attention to the other nipple. When he finally has mercy on you and releases your nipple from his teeth, his lips find yours again. Its you who breaks away this time, begging or pleading, you’re not sure, but Simon seems to get the hint as the next thing you know he’s guiding you to your couch.

He lays you down upon it gently before his hands find the waist band of your shorts. You nod, giving permission without him having to ask, and he pulls your shorts and boxers off in one fell swoop. He takes a moment to just step back and admire you before you make a hand motion telling him to get on with it. He laughs, a breathless laugh that makes your head spin, before pulling his hoodie and shirt off in one go.

It’s your turn to stare now. As Simon undoes his pants, you watch the muscles in his stomach ripple from the movement, cataloguing the new scars that weren’t there the last time you guys were in this situation. There’s a new one on his hip your eyes trace and as it reaches his thigh you realize he's completely bare before you, his cock hanging heavy and red between his legs.

“Gods’ I’ve missed you.” Its out of your mouth before you even know your saying it and you blush again. It seems to be the right thing to say because Simon is crawling onto the couch with you, slotting his lips with yours before grinding against you. Every drag of him has your cunt throbbing, his head catching your clit on every thrust.

“I would love to take my time with you,” you say when you break the kiss. Simon just kisses your neck and collarbone, not seeming to be able to keep his mouth off of you, “but please for the love of god, fuck me.” He laughs into your neck before leaning back to look in your eyes.

“Condom,” he asks, just as breathless as you feel.

“No, there's been no one since you.” That fuels the possessiveness in him and he leans back in for a kiss as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Just go slow, Si, you’re not a small man.” He laughs against your mouth and pushes forward the smallest bit. You groan together as his head breaches your cunt, the stretch causing your head to spin. He allows you to adjust for just a moment before he’s pushing himself further into you.

You can tell he’s holding back, only moving an inch or so at a time and your patience is wearing thin. You wrap your legs around him, lifting your hips at the same time, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go. A moan rips from your throat, a groan leaving him at the same time. Gods, you forgot how big he was. He allows you a moment to adjust to the full size of him before pulling out just a bit and rocking back into you.

You moan together at the fullness, the feeling of him and you plead for him to just move already. With a light nip to your collarbone, he listens, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. Your eyes close as he sets a slow and steady pace, pulling all the way out before fucking back into you, the rhythm not enough to push either of you over the edge, just enough to let you feel all of him.

You allow him this, the slow fucking for a few minutes before your grabbing at his shoulders, begging for faster or harder, you’re not sure, probably both. With a nip to your collar bone, he leans his weight back onto his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulder before slamming back into you. The change of position, the speed and the depth at which he's fucking you pull a moan from your throat. Simon laughs, that beautiful noise, before it breaks off in a choked grown as you squeeze your walls around him.

“Please,” you beg, needing to be touched. Simon understand your pleas, running his hands all over your stomach, your chest, fingers lovingly tracing your scars, before his hands rub down your sides, one holding your hip firmly as the other reaches between you too. The first flick of his thumb over your swollen clit forces a hiss from you. “Just like that,” and so he continues to fuck you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You can feel the heat building in your core, that familiar tingle in your limbs letting you know your close. You tell him as much and he redoubles his efforts, applying just a bit more pressure to your aching clit.

“Tell me where love, I’ll pull out,” before he can even finish his sentence, your answering him.

“Inside, please, I wanna feel you.” With that, your orgasm rips through you pulling a shout from your throat. You feel his hips begin to falter before you feel him twitching inside of you, and the feeling of him flooding your insides pulls a few more twitches from your body before he collapses on top of you, bracing his weight on his elbows.

It takes you both a few minutes to catch your breath and you open your eyes, not even sure when you closed them, to see Simon watching you. You want to say something, anything to let him know that you want this forever and he seems to read your mind, because he speaks up first.

“I know we have a lot to discuss, but please tell me to stay.” The question in his voice causes your heart to break just a little. Simon, ever the doubter, still thinks you're going to turn him away.

“Forever,” you whisper against his lips as both of your hands find his cheeks. You kiss like that for a few moments, before he slips out of you and climbs off the couch. He returns a moment latter with a warm washcloth. After he cleans you up, he hands you a shirt and your boxers from the ground. You slip on your boxers and as you slide the shirt over your head your realize its his.

“Staking your claim, are you?” He laughs before pulling his own boxers on, slipping the shirt over your head and rejoining you on the couch.

“I’d like to think I already did that.” You laugh together before finding a blanket to pull over both of you, finding your remote and turning on the tv for some background noise. Before you know it, Simon is drifting off into your side and you feel your own eyelids get heavy. You fall asleep just like that, curled into Simon’s side before you allow your own eyes to close.

For the first time in a year, you feel content. Safe. Loved. And you’ll do anything to keep this feeling for the rest of your life.

[arcade-writing]

Tag Team

Nsfw 🍋

Pairing: Ghost x trans male! Reader x König

Warning: Double penetration, dominant ghost, switch reader, submissive switch König, heavy dom-sub relationship, oral, blowjob's, degrading, manhandling, creampie, polygamous relationship, dirty talk, rough sex with fluff, König has a praise and degradation kink, sir kink for Ghost, mask kink, size kink, fem and masc description for reader , nipple play (König), punishment kink, edging, overstimulation

All parties are consenting and have an established dynamic. There are mentions of safe word being established

Pre warning - I am using Austrian German instead of standard German. Though use of this will be minimal. Feel free to correct me if there are incorrect terms!

“Lieutenant.” König greeted, saluting him as he stood stiff. He waited for the command ‘at ease’ but it never came. Riley just glared up at him with his arms crossed.

“My room, stat.”

Turning on his heel Ghost walked out only sparing the poor man a glance before he was scrambling behind him. Trying to remain somewhat composed as he followed. Endless worries and thoughts frantically filling his mind as he tried to figure out what he did wrong.

But as soon as he entered the room and saw you there, shocked expression and undressed he understood.

“Tell me, why was he coming to me like a bitch in heat when you were the one supposed to be taking care of him.”

“I was busy, sir.”

“And that’s stopped you before?”

“Nein sir.”

It hasn’t. There’s been many times where you’ve been curled up under his desk, cock down your throat as he read or was looking over files for a mission. Melting everytime you hummed and kissed along it. Trying his best not to jerk his hips.

“Simon ….” You looked over to the giant man before you, fiddling with the torn skin around his nail. As soon as he met your eyes he glanced down to his hand, giving you a thumbs up. A breath of relief came out of you seeing he was okay.

“I think he owes you an apology.”

He grabbed the back of König’s neck, practically dragging him to your side of the room and with one harsh press the giant was on his knees. Ghost leaned down, whispering something in his ear you couldn’t catch. Only hearing a soft ‘understood’ from your lover. König’s mask was above his nose, folded over so it would stay showing his lower face. Scars going up from his lip to under the cloth, his mouth was almost cat like due to the wound he has. A apart of his higher gum exposed.

“Lay down.” Ghost’s eyes snapped to you and you immediately did as he demanded. Your legs crossed as your face was flushed. No matter how many times they’ve seen you like this you couldn’t help but get embarrassed.

König’s hand twitched as he waited for his next demand. Eyes glued to your form as he gulped. Riley forced your legs open making you whine as he presented you before your shared boyfriend. You were absolutely soaked from the man’s treatment only a few minutes ago. Cum still dripping down to your ass.

König couldn’t stop the breathy whimper that left him. His hands mindlessly snapping to your hips but Ghost was able to grab them before he could touch you. You both let out a noise of disappointment as the Lieutenant kept the other man’s arms pinned behind his back only using one hand. The other still holding the back of his throat as he pushed his face closer to your sex.

You gasped as he licked a long strip up your core. Still sensitive from your round with Simon . König was always a pleaser; your pleasure was his pleasure. Learning everyway to make you come undone just by his mouth. He could be clumsy with it due to inexperience but he made up for it with eagerness. And that’s exactly what he was doing; sucking and licking up you and Simon ’s mixed juices. Gulping down what he could as he moaned. Nuzzling his face closer so he could taste more of you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Riley sneered under his mask as he looked down to see the visible tent in König’s pants. “You like tasting our cum, you filthy slut?”

The other man could only let out a whine as he nodded. Lapping up every last drop before turning his attention to your dick. A moan was ripped out of you as he swirled his tongue around the bud. Your hands flying to his head as your back arched.

“Atta boy, keep doing that and he’ll forgive you.”

You wanted to retort; you were never mad at him in the first place, frustrated sure but you know when he was focused on something he put all his energy into it. But as soon as he locked eyes with you didn’t dare speak. His eyes were completely glazed over as he hummed around your clit. Drowning In your pleasure; his lower half completely covered with your juices.

König sucked harshly onto your clit before going back to your hole, letting his nose nudge and graze against your dick. He kept switching between them without mercy. Whimpering and gasping as he devoured you. You were panting at this point as you kept tugging his head closer to you. Needing more and more when it already felt like too much. That familiar knot already tight in your stomach.

“P-please- I’ma cu-“

Just like that, your sweet boyfriend was pried off you. The high came hurdling down as you whimpered and whined. “So close- please sir.”

“It seems he’s not learning his lesson at all, are you?” The taller man was forced back up. Stumbling backwards and leaning against the smaller man, his knees buckled making it easier for Simon to keep his grasp on him.

You gasped as his pants were yanked down along with his boxers, revealing his weeping cock. Cum dripping to the floor as he hissed at the air nipping at his flushed skin.

“Nein… sir…” König breathed out, his words slurring as his eyes stayed trained on your sex.

“Look at you, did you really think I wouldn’t of noticed?”

Did he seriously cum just from that-? You felt as if you just developed a fever. Sticky and boiling from the rushing heat flooding through you. Your thighs rubbing together as your eyes remained pinned to König’s cock. Simon wrapped his gloved hand around the other man’s cock. Roughly jerking it, in slow tight strokes. König’s lips were trembling as he bucked into his hand. Cum splattered onto the floor as he was rode through his high.

Envy nipped at you as you pouted. Your boyfriend meeting your eye as he continued his treatment to the man’s cock. “Go on, touch him, since you wanted it so desperately.”

Your body felt heavy with every movement. Kneeling on the edge of the bed and grabbed at his thighs. Ghost pushed him forward, still keeping his arms locked behind him. The first thing you did was lap up his slit. He already started whining as he bucked. The head of his cock pushing against your parted lips, smearing his cum on your mouth as you continued to lick.

It didn’t take long for you to finally give in and take him in your mouth. Instantly your eyes were rolling back as you hallowed at your cheeks. Ghost’s hand found its place, holding the back of your head as he kept your pace steady. Pushing you harder and harder onto König’s cock until you were at the base. Tears pricked your eyes as you tried to not gag. No matter how many times you did it, he was still massive.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Was it really so hard to let him do this?”

“Ah- Öha Hase-“ (ah- Sorry Bunny-) He struggled to keep his composure as you sucked and licked all over his shaft. Ghost bobbing your head up and down as you clutched at the giants bunched up trousers.

König was already reaching his peak. You could feel his cock twitch and ooze on your tongue. You tapped his thigh and Simon immediately let go of your head. You licked a long strip from the base to the tip before giving it a kiss.

“Not yet.” You smiled, giving his cock a warning squeeze.

Ghost chuckled as he patted the bigger man’s arm. Letting go of him as he stood back. “Get on the bed.” His finger swirling before pointing.

König instantly followed the command. A grin twitching on his lips as he tried to conceal his excitement. Laying down on his back as he chewed at his torn lip. You awaited your own command and Ghost just nudged his head towards your boyfriend. His large arms crossed as he stood at a distance.

“Get ontop.” Was all he said and you happily obeyed. Straddling König, with a slight strain as you kept your hands on his chest. Your sexes rubbing together as you both moaned.

“You can put it inside.”

You reached back and grabbed it, struggling to wrap your head around it as you guided it to your entrance. Slapping it against your clit with a mewl. Hearing Simon let out a small growl you finally began to sink yourself down. Whimpering as your walls stretched around his girth. Both of your boyfriend’s had monsters down there but König had abit more width whilst Simon beat him in length.

Every part of you wanted to start bouncing; a new found energy surging through you but you refrained. Instead distracting yourself by lifting up the giants shirt, revealing his scarred body. You loved it. Leaning down to his perked nipple and began to suck.

“That’s it, Pet, keep doing that.” Simon began to unbuckle his pants. Stalking towards you both as he freed himself from his boxers.

Your teeth grazed and nibbled at the bud whilst König grabbed your hips. Rutting against you as he groaned. Simon placed his hand on back as he lined himself up to your hole. “I’m gonna go in slow.”

You nodded, you three have done something like this before but it was already a big stretch. You did your best to keep your breathing steady as the head of his cock pressed against your hole. Slowing pushing himself in as the cock already inside you twitched.

You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as you pried yourself away from the man’s nipple. Pressing your forehead into his chest as he rubbed circles into your hips. Ghost reaching his hand between you and rubbed your dick. Helping you ease him inside as you mewled.

He finally was in and gave you time to get adjusted as you twitched. Removing his hand from your clit. Legs trembling as drooled dribbled down your chin as your eyes fluttered. Completely stuffed. Your brain turning to mush as he began to move. A snarl leaving him when he felt König also move.

“Don’t move, I’m going to show you exactly what I did to our pretty slut without you.”

With that his hips snapped against your ass. Pounding into you as he grabbed the back of your neck, keeping your face buried into König’s chest. Fucking you exactly how he did before he arrived. Brutal and giving you everything you need.

König was struggling not to move, unable to stop the noises coming out of him. The duel sensation of your walls hugging him and Simon ’s cock rubbing against his was too much. Both of you gasping and whining as you pawed at his chest. Simon was nice enough to lighten his grasp on you as you stretched upwards. Kissing the man beneath you. Open and sloppy. Neither of you capable of staying quite as you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hand found König’s nipples, tweaking and playing with them as his head was thrown back.

“Who’s making you feel good?”

“You sir-!”

“Who’s fucking you like this?”

“You sir!!”

Tears were streaming down your face as you gasped and choked on your moans.

“That’s right, remember this next time you come whining to be fucked like the desperate slut you are.”

“Scheiße-!” (shit) König cursed as you clenched around them. Simon hissing as you squeezed their cocks tight. The bigger man was still desperately hanging on the edge of his second orgasm. Gritting his teeth as felt that knot get tighter and tighter.

“You cum when I say.” Your lieutenant barked. His order going to both of you as you pulled König closer to you. Thrusting into you harder. The room was filled with thunderous slapping and wet squelching.

“Feel so good- König-! Please – move!” You rolled your hips. “Please sir- need you both-!”

With Simon’s nod of approval, König instantly adjusted him as Much as he could with your position. Hugging you tight against him as he began furiously pounding up. Both cocks knocking into that special spot. Moans only getting louder as you collapsed against your boyfriend’s chest. Unable to do anything as they both used you to reach their climax.

Ghost groaned deep and husky as he finally spilled inside. His hips stuttering as he fucked his cum in deeper. König was sent spiraling as he let out a high pitched moan. His load sputtering out, you came as soon as you felt it. Shuddering as they both continued to fuck into you. Their pace becoming more lazy as you milked every last drop.

“That’s it, good boy.” He soothed, rubbing down from your neck to your shoulders.

Both men helping you off of them and onto the bed. You couldn’t tell who was who from your blurry vision. Feeling rough hands touch at you and move your tired limbs. A warm cloth collecting your combined juices as you mewled. Far too sensitive.

Words of praise were cooed into your ears as you grabbed at them. Letting them lay with you as you held König’s shaking hand. “So good to me.” You slurred out, smiling. Eyes fluttering shut. Enjoying their warmth as you slipped to slip.

[iceman-soup]

FELLOW ACE!! Could I get some physical (but non-sexual) intimacy w/ Ghost? Thanks :D

YES OF COURSEEE ENJOY!!!!

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Sometimes all anyone needs is a good nap, no matter how much they deny it or huff or grumble or say they've got "more important stuff to do". Sometimes it's necessary to drag them away from their endless tasks that they really don't have to worry about right now anyway, when instead they could be sprawled across their partner and forced to just rest.

Which is exactly how you have Ghost now. Sure, he'd resisted and complained and tried to dart back off to his office, but the moment you shut the door to your room, clicking the lock in place, he was entirely compliant in letting you step him out of his boots, slide the t-shirt over his head and swap out his work trousers for much more comfy joggers. He still huffed and rolled his eyes, yet when you started changing yourself he was quick to drop your shirt to the floor, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his nose into your neck.

"C'mere, love," you murmur, kissing the shell of his ear and guiding him to lie down on the bed, his tired frame blanketing over yours, grunting as he gets comfortable. He starts to get all whiny, grumbling incoherently and rubbing his masked face on your bare shoulder until you hold him still and gently ease away his balaclava, putting it - still in reach - on the bedside table. He meets your lips in a soft kiss, then pecks them around your face, targeting first the cheeks, then nose, then eyelids. It makes you laugh and he loves the sound; loves the feel as your chest rumbles against his, your hands holding his waist and his in your hair and over your heart. He settles down and his fingertips carry the bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum from your body to his.

You ask him about his day, a question anyone could present, but rarely will he answer properly like he does with you. Scarred lips curl into a tiny smile as he recounts each detail, talking quietly so that nobody could listen in if they tried. If you commented on that, he'd say it wouldn't matter anyway; there was no importance in rambling about the "incompetence of some recruits" (as he so elegantly put it). And of course, you would be inclined to disagree; hearing him go on and on about something as mundane as how had his day been - that was the favourite part of your own day, as you trace invisible patterns into his skin, running a finger over the ridges of his spine and feeling him just melt into you.

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If Ghost found out you were doing this, he'd probably kill you. He'd definitely kill you. Strangle you with his bare hands. Those massive, sexy hands with his calloused palms-

You're pulled out of your daydream by the sound of Ghost groaning. Right, you remember where you are. You're in Ghost's closet, phone in hand as you record the delicious moans coming from Ghost as he touches himself.

You can hear the slick sound of his hand moving up and down and you watch as he flicks the tip of his cock, his body jolting and eyes widening beneath his mask as he moans loudly.

What you wouldn't give to wrap your mouth around him. You've seen his dick before, in passing glances in the shower room, or that one time in Berlin where Ghost's fatigues caught on fire and he had to discard everything from the waist down.

It would've been funny, if not for the fact that you couldn't stop staring at Ghost's dick. That man is hung, fat and long, heavy balls, a gorgeous happy trail leading down to thick pubic hair.

You can see those things through the slats of Ghost's closet door, you can see the way Ghost's head falls back against his pillow as his hips fuck up into his hand, his fingers sticky and covered in precum.

"Fuck. Yes, just like that." Ghost groans, clearly in the middle of a fantasy. You wonder who's he thinking about when your phone suddenly slips out of your hand, clattering to the floor.

Ghost shoots up in bed, grabbing his knife off the nightstand with his wet hand and storming over to his closet. The door swings open and Ghost yanks you out by the collar, pressing his knife to your throat.

You half expect him to just slit your throat right then and there. Leave you to bleed out in the middle of his room. But he doesn't. He pulls the knife away from your throat, still gripping your collar tightly, and he slams you against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ghost growls. You swallow nervously at the sharp weapon near your throat, along with the fact that Ghost's hand, covered in lube and his precum, is so close to your face. You feel something touch your leg and when you glance down quickly, you see that Ghost's cock is still out of his trousers. And he's still hard.

You splutter out a weak apology but Ghost silences you by moving his hand from the collar of your shirt to your neck, squeezing roughly as he pulls you back and bashes you against the wall again.

"Fuckin' freak. You like this, don't you?" Ghost pulls you back from the wall and stands in front of you menacingly, his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at you.

"Strip. Now." Ghost commands as he gives his cock a few rough tugs, watching you undress for him. He smirks once you're naked, your body on show for him to see.

Ghost shoves you in the direction of his bed, stalking over to you as you stumble backwards and fall onto Ghost's mattress. You watch his cock twitch at the sight of you sprawled out on his bed, eyes wide with fear (and arousal), your cock leaking precum where it rests on your thigh.

"Slag." Ghost spits. Instead of walking towards you like you thought he would, he walks over to his closet and grabs your phone that you dropped. He types in your password (which you have no clue how he knows) and scoffs out a laugh at what he sees.

"This is what gets you off, eh? Filmin' people without their knowledge." Ghost walks back over to you rather leisurely, scrolling through your camera roll and finding hundreds of pictures of himself in various positions.

Sleeping, eating, working out, showering. The sleeping photos disturb him the most and he tosses your phone at you, not caring if it hits you or cracks. He climbs into the bed, crawling on top of you as his heavy cock brushes yours, making you shiver. He sits himself on your lap, his thick thighs encompassing yours and the weight of his body holding you down.

Ghost stares down at you, his arms crossed over his chest. He seems angry, but it's hard to tell with his mask on. Suddenly, your head is whipping to the side as Ghost delivers a harsh slap to your cheek.

You groan, reaching a hand up to rub the red mark on your cheek. Ghost grabs your hand before you can do anything, lifting it above your head along with your other hand as he holds them down. Ghost's hand not pinning your arms down slaps your face again, another groan escaping you as your cock twitches against Ghost's.

Ghost raises his hand again and you shut your eyes in anticipation, expecting to be hit again but no hit ever comes. You open your eyes, peering up at Ghost to see him staring right back at you, his hand over his cock. He grasps your cock and his in his fist, giving them a firm stroke.

Your back arches as you moan, the feeling of Ghost's calloused palm squeezing your aching cock against his has you squirming in Ghost's hold, thighs twitching as Ghost strokes the two of you roughly.

Ghost seems unaffected, his eyes staring down at you lazily. It only fuels your arousal more, the sight of Ghost looking so bored, as if this is a chore for him and he wasn't the one who wrapped his big hand around the both of you.

His strokes speed up, similar to how he was stroking himself when you were watching from the closet. Clearly, Ghost likes it fast and rough as he squishes your cock against his and jerks his hand up and down quickly, making you cry out and arch your back once more.

You attempt to get Ghost to slow down, struggling in his hold and bucking your hips, trying to squirm away but you only end up fucking into Ghost's fist, rubbing your tip along Ghost's shaft.

"Ple-please," You breathe, thighs twitching as you moan and look up at Ghost with pleading eyes, his emotionless ones gazing right back at you. "Slow- mmm, slow down, I- I can't... too fast." Your words come out jumbled, sentences unfinished.

"Shut up." Ghost hisses, speeding up his strokes even more just to be cruel. Tears form in your eyes, the intense sensations proving to be too much for your sensitive cock. You try to plead with Ghost again, begging him to slow down.

Your begging annoys Ghost, you can tell by the way his left eye twitches beneath his mask and his fist tightens around you two. You cry out, Ghost's grasp on your poor cock is bordering on painful. "Please, please, I'm s-sorry! I, ah, I won't do it a-again."

A huff can be heard from Ghost at your words, he obviously doesn't believe you. "Lyin' little shit." He growls, leaning down to shut you up forcefully. His lips press against yours through the fabric, the cotton of his mask sticking to your wet lips.

The kiss is rough and intense, and Ghost's tongue tries to slip into your mouth, forgetting about the barrier blocking your mouth from his. Ghost quickly tugs his mask up to his nose, revealing a strong jaw and plush, slightly chapped lips.

You don't get a lot of time to admire that part of his face before his lips are on you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His tongue licks inside, tasting you as he grinds his hips forward, his tip bumping yours and leaking precum over it.

Ghost moans into your mouth and lets go of your hands to cup your jaw intimately, his thumb rubbing over your jawline as he fucks into his fist and kisses you with fervour.

"Close." Ghost murmurs. He leans impossibly closer to you, trapping your cock against his between the two of you. You whimper into Ghost's mouth and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on the little tuft of hair peeking out from under Ghost's mask.

Ghost groans at your actions and tightens his fist again, making you whine. "You better cum with me or you're not fuckin' cumming at all." Ghost tells you as he pulls away from the kiss, chuckling as you lean up and try to chase his lips.

"Down, boy." He says mockingly. His lips move to your neck, sucking hickies along the underside of your jaw. All of a sudden, Ghost's teeth are sinking into your neck, marking you with a growl as his cock twitches and spurts his cum over your cock and your stomach.

When Ghost comes down from his high, his eyes looking at yours he sees the need and desperation in them. He glances down, confirming his suspicions. You didn't cum when he did.

"Please, I just need a little bit more, I promise." You say quickly, hands reaching in between you and him to get a hand around yourself. "No. You heard me. You didn't cum, tough shit. Out." Ghost nods towards the door as he sits up, wiping his cum stained hand on a tissue.

You try to plead more, begging Ghost as he moves off his bed and cleans his cock with a towel. "Please, Ghost, just let me touch myself. I'll be quick, I swear."

Ghost shakes his head, grabbing your clothes off the floor from when you took them off earlier and tosses them at you. "Get changed and get out... We'll try again tomorrow." Ghost says softly, seeing your eyes light up at the possibility of doing what you just did again.

"Yes sir." You nod, your tone shows just how excited you are, as if your still-hard cock hanging between your legs doesn't do that.

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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!