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Happy New Year Ghouls✨👻
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Falling stars 🌟🌟
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i love you i love you i love you
these violent delights - micah nemerever / songbird - fleetwood mac / queen of air and darkness - cassandra clare / pink in the night - mitski / this is how you lose the time war - amal el-mohtar & max gladstone / i capture the castle - dodie smith
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So were all in love with Ghost? I feel like part of the family🎀
UNTOUCHABLE
𖥾 ゚ ࣭ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY | &. — fem! reader, you’re angry with simon, teasing, smoking, clitoral stimulation, thigh riding, dry humping | wc 1.3k words
simon riley is a stranger — it’s a thought you can’t ignore anymore.
he doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t smile. not enough. now that you think of it, you’ve never heard simon riley laugh. it’s not his thing. it feels impossible, utterly unrealistic. the idea itself is laughable. it’s always a smirk and it’s almost invisible. too sardonic. too sarcastic and not sincere enough.
you ache for a reaction, a crumb of the real him, but he doesn’t give it you. his caustic attitude is so maddening. exasperation grows inside of you, you’re frustrated and somehow feeling closer and closer to an imminent defeat.
simon riley is too much of a stranger. but ghost isn’t. you’ve seen his face before, but it feels like he constantly hides something; himself, away from you. he’s always on guard. his skin, his deep, visible scars, his every pore, his mouth, his nose, you’ve felt them all under the touch of your very own fingers. he didn’t run away, he stayed, but touching ghost like that simply doesn’t do it anymore.
and how can that be enough when simon is not far from being a complete stranger? his humanity itself is buried somewhere deep inside, it’s a secret hidden behind a annoyingly high wall. simon is there, but is he, really?
this evening is unusually silent, the air is crisp and cold, you wonder where soap went, he swore to defeat you in a poker game yesterday. he wouldn’t have, but still, enthusiasm got ahead of you. captain price isn’t here either. in fact, it’s just you and simon.
you find yourself lazying on a timeworn couch next to him, but he’s too busy. he’s thinking, smoking. acting like you’re not there. you wonder what could go through the mind of a man of his caliber.
“want a cig?” with the pack in his hand, simon breaks the silence, he waits for you to make up your mind.
“no, thanks. why don’t you put that away anyways? that’s your third cig.”
“why?”
“fuck off, simon.”
his gaze shifts away from you for quite some time, the cigar rests between his lips and he inhales the burnt tobacco, smoke drifts away and dissipates in the air. the smell persists and you’re used to it, ghost carries the scent of heavy smoking with him. it’s a constant thing.
“why?”
“i said fuck off. if you don’t wanna, just don’t.”
how stupid. it’s not the cigar, nor this situation in particular. maybe you’re too clingy — you worry. he’s not into that lovey-dovey shit. naturally, he’s ghost after all.
“fucking hell, why are you so angry over a cig? tell me.”
“you don’t… touch me. this… this shit we’re doing isn’t enough. you’re not even talking to me.”
“i don’t touch you?”
simon’s beginning to become self aware. he throws the lit cigar on the ground and crushes it with his boot. “come here,” he meant his lap.
as soon as you make yourself comfortable, his muscular arms begin to move, big, gloved hands linger on the fabric of your shirt and fall on your hips. they stay there, firmly, the lieutenant pulls your body towards him, as close as possible. “relax.”
he’s too attractive.
his body is strong, that of a man who’s seen and fought it all, built for survival and warfare. his mental wounds are yet to be unveiled, but you know simon hides them and it’s beyond you. his forearms thick and veiny, his left arm tattooed, his thighs sturdy, big.
but the man known as ghost treats you like you’re a piece of glass threatening to be broken. he doesn’t think you’re weak— how could he? that’s insanity. how could he think you’re fragile and unskilled when you carry out the missions so well. ghost fears he’s the one who might push you away, and he dreads the flaws of his own being.
“gloves off, simon.”
“gloves off...” he repeats. or rather whispers to himself mindlessly as if you’re giving him instructions. he follows them immediately.
“you’re not funny.”
you grind against his thighs, but there’s some sort of hesitation in your act. he looks untouchable. he’s ghost, not simon, with his mask still on and covering most of his face, except for his mouth and eyes — he follows your movements closely, his eyes wander all over you body, the exposed crook of your neck, your shirt, the waist his hands are holding too tightly. but you don’t complain.
you could’ve made it less obvious that you’re trying to get off on his pants at least. it’s experimental, you’ve never done this before and not with simon. you’re testing the waters. your heart beats annoyingly fast, your chest is heavy and breathing gets harder - it’s almost impossible to resist simon when he touches you like this, even if you tried to hide it, your body would betray any attempt to conceal how much be turns you on. from his body to his voice, everything about him arouses you.
he’d fuck you right here and right now. just tell him and he will. he’d unzip his pants, fill your pussy up to the brim with his cock and make you orgasm in every corner of this room. but for now, he won’t. simon gets some sort of pleasure out of watching you make a mess out of yourself.
it takes a huge amount of self-restraint to oppose whatever is happening right now. he’s well aware and he’s more than used to it.
“come on, i know you wanna do it. i thought we got past that stage.”
“what stage, simon?”
“you shying away from me. i’ve been inside your pussy too many fuckin’ times and you’re still doing this.”
“i hate you.”
“i’m sure you do. now focus, love.”
the feeling of elation comes almost instantly with the friction. you grind your clothed pussy against his pants like you’ve never felt the touch of a man before and you don’t know how to behave. or what to do with yourself. it’s truly embarrassing, a mix between arousal and curiosity.
you’re soaking wet, so, so impatient and you’re filled with a primal urge — to use his body to reach climax.
“say my name, love. louder, don’t be shy.”
“simon!”
it doesn’t take him too long to find his way to your jeans. he unbuckles them and slides his index and middle finger inside, “so wet.”
you feel heavy, your body grows tired and your head falls on his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck. he pulls you quickly, a prompt don’t escapes his mouth.
“i can’t do this! i’m getting tired.”
“you can. look at me.”
that’s such an easy thing to say coming from a man who’s been sitting and doing nothing but watching you humping his thigh. ghost doesn’t give you a break. he’s merciless, he rubs your clit just fast enough to get a sudden moan out of you. it’s like his fingers were made to play with you pussy and not for what he does out there. they’ve been resting too much under those gloves — they’re warm, but you’re burning.
“feels good? you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you moan my name. say it again.”
“simon…”
“fuck, i could cum in my pants only by looking at you. such a brave girl.” there’s a sarcastic note in his voice, but you ignore it.
simon looks at you the entire time. his gaze pierces through every layer, it’s worse when he wears the mask. your body temperature goes up, you’re close, too close, it’s an explosion, a firework show you’re obsessively craving like nothing else. and it’s here, finally, you’re thankful he stopped you from dry humping his thigh. warm juices drip on his fingers and inside your panties when you orgasm.
“you said i don’t touch you.”
“i wasn’t talking about sex.”
“i know.”
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𖥾 ゚ ࣭ &. — TAGGING : @touyyes @suget @itachislut @boyfrwenz @xiiaoww @stoner-with-a-boner @pinheadswhore @cherryppick @qrtmin @cosmicfairygirl @introloves @acc-cal
𖥾 ゚ ࣭ &. — NOTE : this i was supposed to be shorter, but i got sooo distracted </3 i plan to write a second part… maybe !!
#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#call of duty x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley fic#cod x reader#cod
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#mine#nycgo#thinking out loud#new york#new york city#nighttime#aboutlastnight#fall in love#alt black girl#black girls of tumblr#me
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To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
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It was a pleasure🥀
#black creators#alt black girl#black girls of tumblr#black tumblr#me#mine#beauty#blackout#black girl art
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Jay with a solid point
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She was
She is
And she will always be
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Why are you obsessed with your own misery?
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What do you fear?
Is it truly irrational?
Or is that what you tell yourself
To help you sleep
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you don’t have to wait until you’re 100% ready. it’s okay to be scared and maybe a bit unsure. if you wait until you’re ready, you’ll be waiting your whole life and you’ll miss a lot of opportunities in the process
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Don't defend me, you'll be next
#black creators#alt black girl#black girls of tumblr#black girl art#love#beauty#beginner artist#black tumblr#mine#romantic shit#me#blackout
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