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ink-n-shadowfiction · 1 month

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Reminder

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// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 2 months

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i don't have the mental capacity to write full oneshots so send in drabbles and/or smut prompts o_O (specifically ghost or soap or könig please omfg)

#call of duty drabble #call of duty smut #john mactavish smut #simon ghost riley smut #könig smut #konig smut #john soap mctavish drabble #könig drabble #simon ghost riley drabble #simon riley headcanons

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 2 months

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[ 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔨-𝔑-𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ]

— bury me to the sound of your name

hope | 22 | she/her | part time smut writer, full time oversharer

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currently writing for:

call of duty (ghost, soap, price, könig, keegan, gaz)

mcu (steve rogers, bucky barnes)

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 2 months

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[ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 ]

◖ ▨﹐♡🐻‍❄️ ➜﹒below are rules and regulations regarding my account, including request limits and more! ﹒˃o˂

- this account contains (and is mostly) adult content. minors (anyone under 18 years of age) are not allowed to interact with my account. if your age is not listed on your tumblr, i will block you - requests can be sent through my asks (i only write when i'm in the mood too, so sometimes I will take a while before writing your request) - requests/prompts for specific AUs/series are always open (you can also request prompts for AUs I'm already writing) - there are specific kinks i will not write. those are: underage/high school AUs, incest/stepcest, watersports, age play, lactation kinks, noncon (i will write some dubcon), and fisting - there are some topics i will not write. those are: SH/SI topics, adopted!reader, and family deaths/tragedies

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 2 months

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 3 months

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1k followers? all for lil old me?🥹

in all seriousness, thank you for all the followers and love for my work <3 (and maybe keep a look out for some new stuff coming out today?👀)

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 3 months

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so i may or may not be back? kinda crazy, innit o_O

but anyway-

send in some CoD requests? preferably smut... (:

(also maybe gimme some lil trope prompts? maybe about keegan? ;-;)

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #konig smut #konig x reader #konig cod #john soap mactavish cod #john mactavish smut #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 7 months

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"slut era", I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 7 months

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I'm not a Konig girly at all but your Moving Along story? I think I am now. I feel so bad for him omfg why would reader do that to him MY HEART

i didn't know how badly i'd broken some of you with Moving Along...

sincerest of apologies. wait until i write ghost angst <3

#iNs asks ✺#did i make everyone a könig stan #i'm not even that big of a könig girly

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 7 months

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it's one of those nights again </3

currently on my way back to my university (send help pls) so i won’t be able to post until tomorrow night :/

THAT BEING SAID: send in some request. these are the characters i’m wanting to write about

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley, König, John “Soap” MacTavish

Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, maaaaybe some Loki?

Shameless: Lip Gallagher, Gallavich

anything’s fine (but y’know i’m a sucker for some good smut prompts). go crazy😌

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #könig #konig #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #bucky barnes #steve rogers #loki laufeyson #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #requests open #request

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 7 months

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hear me out ghost smoking while doing backshots

the noise that left my mouth at this request was feral

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

word count: 370

warning: smut (minors—DNI), whiny!reader, slight spanking, slightly mean!ghost at the end (if you can't tell, i like mean!ghost)

"simon." your voice was nothing more than a high-pitched whine, sweaty face pressed into the black silk of simon's bedsheets with your back arched up to meet your hips with his.

trying to push yourself up onto your palms so that you could rock your hips back against him, you sputtered out a choked moan as simon pushed you back down with a hand between your shoulder blades, the cold metal of his zippo lighter digging into your flesh.

"easy, sweet thing." simon purred softly, his natural timber rough and husky as his hands left your body once more. "let me light my bloody cig first." you heard the flick of the lighter, the hissing of the fire spreading shortly after simon lit his cigarette, before the slow drag of his cock buried inside of you began to bleed up your spine. the smell of burning tobacco enveloped your senses as simon's hips snapped against yours over and over and over, slowly molding your insides around the shape of his cock.

your vision was beginning to go hazy, either from the cigarette smoke swirling around the room or from simon battering into that one spot that makes stars twinkle behind your lids. you could feel the heated flakes of ash and ember raining down along your spine from the lit cigarette, simon chasing away the brief burn with soothing sweeps of his thumbs along your body.

“stop smokin'—you always go too slow when you smoke.” you groaned quietly despite the way your body was rippling with each of simon’s precise strokes. your body was beginning to ache from being folded in half, but the pleasure jolting throughout your body and up your nerves was more than enough to distract from it.

simon chuckled around the cigarette dangling from his lips, pressing them down in a thin line and molding his hands around your hips to fuck you back onto him. a rough smack to the swell of your ass has your mouth dropping open, your further complaints dying on your tongue with a broken moan.

"that's it—shut the fuck up and take my cock, yeah? tryin' to smoke this cigarette and relax, but your lip is givin' me a bloody headache."

#iNs requests ⭒#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #cod x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #call of duty smut #cod smut #ghost smut #cod ghost smut #iNs over 1k ❂

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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i lovelovelove the way you write Ghost! (im not very good with requesting smut so sorry lol)

could you write smut about divorced dilf!Ghost and babysitter!Reader if thats okay? (legal of course) like.. y/n just babysitting simon’s kid and them simon gives them a different kind of payment

i just answered this here (:

#iNs requests ⭒#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #cod ghost smut

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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can u write something about ghost but if he was a dilf im going insaneee over this LOL

the way i would be such a whore for dilf!ghost o_O (i feel like he'd be kinda mean with a side of sweetness, so bear with me)

word count: 306

warning: smut (minors—DNI), dilf!ghost x babysitter!sorority girl!reader, slightly mean!ghost, simon covering your mouth, age gap (reader is in their 20s, simon is in his late 30s), obvious power dynamic, simon threatening your pay, unedited (mega apologies)

"god—you're a fuckin' whiny little thing." simon grumbled into your ear, forearms caging you in on the mattress as he speared you onto his cock and reveled in the mewl that fell from your mouth. "you this whiny for all the frat guys you fuck? or am i really just that special?”

your eyes rolled, at first in annoyance at simon’s degrading words and his arrogance—until the tip of his cock hammered into the spot deep inside of you that sent stars behind your eyelids, making another needy whine fell from your lips.

you hated the way it made simon’s mouth stretch into a smug smirk. almost as much as you hated the way simon's palm covered your lips, leaving your nostrils uncovered and forcing all of your pent breaths to rush to your nose.

"don't wanna wake the kid up, huh? you spent so long gettin' him to sleep—made me wait so fuckin' long to get my fuckin' hands on you, sweetheart." simon growled lowly into your ear, keeping himself propped up on one forearm as he drove his hips harder against yours.

you could've sworn that simon was battering bruises into the flesh of your upper thighs, the flesh becoming numb from the repeated smacks of skin bleeding up the nerves. your fingers dug into the muscles of his biceps, forehead careening down to smear lazily across his collarbone as you teetered along the edge of euphoria.

it was too much and not enough all at once, your body squirming at the contradictory signals firing off inside of your skull. simon noticed your obvious movements, pushing his body closer to yours while his hand disappeared between your bodies and his fingers pinched at your clit.

"go ahead, sweet girl—milk my cock. if you wake up the kid, though, i'm won't pay you for tonight.

#iNs requests ⭒#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #ghost call of duty #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost cod smut #cod smut #simon riley smut #simon riley #call of duty smut #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #iNs over 1k ❂

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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Gone Bad | Simon "Ghost" Riley

pairing: mafia!Simon "Ghost" Riley x police officer's daughter!reader

word count: 770

warning: alternative universe, mentions of police, tw! for creepy guy, allusion to dark!ghost (only if you squint)

note: new au, new ideas (don't hesitate to send me requests <;3)

⤷ ever since you were a little kid, your dad was a member of the police force in manchester. you were a daddy’s girl through and through. hell, you wanted to be just like him when you were little—catching bad guys and keeping people safe.

⤷ but something shifted when you were a teenager—and suddenly, the daddy’s good little girl was gone. you were sneaking out, partying with friends, skipping school to go smoke cigarettes underneath the crumbling cobblestone bridge by your secondary school.

⤷ it only got worse once you graduated and enrolled in university. this time, though, you weren’t under your father’s thumb anymore. you were in your flat, with your own roommates, doing whatever you wanted to do. that’s how you found yourself in some dingy new pub that opened up in the city.

⤷ you had dipped outside of the pub for a quick cigarette, stepping into a dimly lit alleyway and leaning against the cobbled wall to puff away at the tobacco stick. it was almost peaceful—that was until a group of drunken men stumbled by and one of them took a liking to you.

⤷ “aye, pretty thing. y’look lonely standing there all by yourself. mind if i join you? take a little puff of that cig?”

⤷ you tried to come up with some sort of excuse, eyes frantically searching for a way out—but the alleyway you were in was a dead end. the lit cigarette fell from your trembling hand, rolling across the wet asphalt. you thought you were goner until you heard an exit door from the pub behind you screech open, a hard voice rumbling like a thunder storm.

⤷ “what the fuck’s goin’ on out here? you botherin’ this girl, eh? at my fuckin’ pub? get the fuck out of here before i bury you underneath the concrete you're standin' on.”

⤷ you caught your breath as the man harassing you scrambled off quickly, turning your head to see who the gravelly voice belonged to. he was a looming figure, dressed in a steam-pressed three piece suit and tie along with shiny leather oxfords. his fingers were covered in tattoos and rings, his neck adorning two thick silver chains. His face, however, was obscured by a black mask with a slick skull face attached to the front. he looked menacing. the gun holstered to his hip didn’t help.

⤷ “you didn’t have to—”

⤷ “don’t sit there and tell me you would’ve handled it. that fucker would’ve torn you to bits if i hadn’t stepped in, lovie. too prideful to say thank you?”

⤷ having lived in manchester all your life, having listened to your father’s rants about the organized crime running rampant in the streets, you knew exactly who the man in front of you that night was: ghost, the faceless leader of the organized crime syndicate which ran manchester under an iron fist. you should’ve expected him to be here—this was his pub, after all.

⤷ you couldn't speak, but that was alright. ghost didn't mind—he was used to people keeping queit about him. that's why he felt so comfortable leaning against the wall of the alleyway, balancing a cigarette between his lips and igniting the paper.

⤷ "next time you're at my pub, make sure you stay with a friend. pretty little things like you have a tendency to get snatched up right quick out here. can't guarantee i'll be here to save you next time, lovie."

⤷ but after that night, ghost seemed to always be there to save the day. your car breaks down on the side of the road during rush hour traffic? ghost's suv just so happens to pull up behind you. you get a little too drunk out at his pub one night? ghost has one of his men drive you and your friends home. you know deep down that it's way past just coincidences now—but that added to the thrill of it, to the taboo nature of it all.

⤷ other than that, ghost might as well have been a figment of your imagination. he never gave you a phone number, never told you an address, never really stuck around much after helping you out time after time. he was almost unreal until he came out from the shadows. it took almost an entire year before ghost finally asked you to get drinks with him.

⤷ "c'mon—you gotta say yes. y'know how rare it is for me to ask a girl for drinks? usually, the girls come crawlin' to me. not you, though. that's what i like about you, lovie."

#mafia!ghost ☠#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley cod #simon ghost riley smut #call of duty smut #call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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this response just fueled my writer’s ego to the nth degree😌 appreciate it <3

Hello!

Could I request a Ghost scenario where his s/o struggles with over-sexualization because of past events that happened to them? S/o Would struggle with their intrusive thoughts and self-worth, feeling disgusted with themselves, and Ghost can relate to them and would help them through it. Mostly looking for hurt/comfort. If there's NSFW, It'll be very soft and wholesome, nothing rough.

thank youuu

PS: I really love your writing <3

this ask really hurt me and made me whole all at once ;-;

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

genre: mainly angst & fluff, a dash of smut (literally the last line)

word count: 908

warning: annoyed!simon at the beginning, mentions of past relationships/trauma, oversexualization, sweet!simon, hurt/comfort themes, unedited (so sorry)

“c’mon—si, please?” your words are a breathy whine, lips pouting out and eyebrows pinched taut in the middle of your forehead. you squirm in the position you have in his lap, fingers squeezing at his shoulders, desperate for his fingers skirting up your thigh and under the hem of your shorts.

simon lets out a loud groan, one full of annoyance and frustration. his fingers grip onto your shoulders, albeit not hard, and gently push you off of his lap so you’re standing in front of his sitting form on the couch.

“jesus, darlin’—i said no, ‘kay? not in the fuckin’ mood right now.” simon’s annoyance immediately melts away once he sees the tears in your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing for a split second as his lips purse. before he can speak, you’re already turning away with hot embarrassed cheeks and teary lashes.

you’re almost to the bedroom down the hall by the time simon catches up with you, gripping your wrist and pulling you back around to face him. “l-leave me alone, simon.”

simon scoffs at your petulance, removing his fingers around your wrist to take both of your cheeks into the palms of his hands. “what’s gotten into you, huh? why’re you cryin’ because i won’t fuck you right this second?”

“because—” a frustrated sigh rocks your chest, and if it wasn’t for simon’s gentle grip on your face, you would’ve turned away and tried to compose yourself before speaking. instead, you’re forced to pull steady breaths in to avoid the looming panic attack threatening to seize hold. “—it makes me feel…like you don’t like me anymore.”

everything in simon’s face softens at your words, his fingers twitching at your cheeks before he pulls you into a warm hug. he lets you bury your face into his chest, one of his hands finding solace in your mess of hair and the other tracing soothing patterns into the base of your spine. his chin nestles on the crown of your head, dipping against your skull with each syllable he spoke. “lovie…y’know that’s not true. what have we talked about before, hmm?”

you and simon had talked about this very thing many times before. and it was always good conversation. simon wasn’t like the other people you’d dated or messed around with in the past, and you knew that, of course. but that didn’t mean that those old feelings and traumas didn’t still linger deep inside of you, like a dying hearth waiting to be stoked back to life.

your sigh comes out warbled and muffled against simon’s chest, arms tightening around his muscled abdomen as you shake your head a bit. “i know but—”

“but nothin'. you mean more to me than just your body, ‘member? just ‘cuz i don’t want to fuck you right this second doesn’t mean i won’t want to fuck you later.” the way simon runs his calloused hands along your upper arms sends a calming wave through your body, just enough to combat the anxiety coursing through you.

an almost defeated whimper falls from your lips, one of the arms currently locked around simon's abdomen coming up to swipe at the sticky tear stains covering your cheeks. you don't muster up any words other than a wavering apology, the barest and quietest 'i'm sorry, si' you could speak, eyes fluttering anywhere but up at his eyes above you.

"none of that, yeah? nothin' to be sorry about. i get it, lovie—a hundred and ten percent." simon presses the gentlest kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and conditioner eagerly. "now—how about we put on a movie and have a little cuddle? maybe after you calm down a bit, i'll run my tongue between those pretty little thighs of yours and show you how much i adore you."

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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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Hello!

Could I request a Ghost scenario where his s/o struggles with over-sexualization because of past events that happened to them? S/o Would struggle with their intrusive thoughts and self-worth, feeling disgusted with themselves, and Ghost can relate to them and would help them through it. Mostly looking for hurt/comfort. If there's NSFW, It'll be very soft and wholesome, nothing rough.

thank youuu

PS: I really love your writing <3

this ask really hurt me and made me whole all at once ;-;

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

genre: mainly angst & fluff, a dash of smut (literally the last line)

word count: 908

warning: annoyed!simon at the beginning, mentions of past relationships/trauma, oversexualization, sweet!simon, hurt/comfort themes, unedited (so sorry)