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norah-posts · 9 months

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Husband Ghost pt. 3 - Ghost confesses his feelings about you and he asks you to show him yours

Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley is trained for kill and he is cold-hearted, but as your husband? He is perfect. He is kind, funny and caring.

And what does it feel like to being Ghost’s wife? You’re alone a lot, you get only small moments from his life and sometimes he is too dominant with you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

NSFW - marriage, smut,p in v, pet names, dirty talking, fingering, dominant!Ghost, submissive!reader, spanking, angst, phone sex, oral sex, emotions, angst, choking, sex in public, murder

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You and Ghost were laying on the sofa, he was on top of you. He smiled and nuzzled his head into your neck, when he heard your soft voice.

“Forever.” He breathed out.

You were his person. You were the one who made him feel alive and full of love. You were his love, his partner, his wife, his everything.

Two of you were in your own little world, happy and content.

“I wish things were different.” Ghost said quietly. “I wish we weren’t separated by everything… duty, responsibility, our job.”

You kept being quiet and Ghost sighed, letting out all of his frustrations.

“But you know what? Regardless, I’m still going to make you mine whenever we get chance.” He whispered.

“I’ll always be yours, love.” You murmured.

“And I always want to be yours.” He said. “You’ve always been so understanding. You never get mad or frustated with me, or tell me that I’m spending too much time away from home.” He kissed your neck. “You respect my work, my obligations to Task Force 141.”

He kept kissing your neck. “And it’s because of that I want to spoil you and make up for the times I'm not with you."

"You do such a good job in it." You smiled.

"I try, for you." He whispered in your ear, his voice soundig as sincere as ever. "You deserve it. You deserve someone to love you and care for you. To show you how much you mean to them." He carresed your face gently. "That's why I want to make you mine." He told you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ghost didn't say these things to you, because he wanted something from you. He was honest with you. That huge man shared with you his feelings, and it made your eyes tearful.

"Hey, don't cry." He said, kissing your forehead, when he saw your tears. "You're my world, honey. My heartbeat. My reason for waking up in the morning."

It didn't help to you, it made you cry harder. Ghost brushed your hair aside, caressing your cheek and your neck.

"Don't you ever doubt my love for you." He whispered. "You know how I feel. I've proven it multiple times, haven't I? And I'll prove it to you again, and again, and again."

Ghost was right, he really proven it to you even if he wasn't at home too much. Small suprises, phone calls, and he made those times perfect, when he was with you.

"Our moments like this." He continued. "These are what keeps me going, what keeps me working, what keeps me stay alive." He said, smiling at you.

He kissed your tears away, hoping that he could help comfort you.

"You made me cry." You whined.

"I know." He said, kissing your neack, leaving behind trail of little kisses. "And now, I want something back.I want to make me yours." He whispered in your ear.

You burst out in laugh. He was teasing with you. Ghost always did that, he always made you smile after those emotional moments.

"Do you think this is funny? This is love, baby." Ghost chuckled and kissed your lips, a little bit more passionately. "And now, I want you to show me how much you love me. Take me, dear. Make me forget about everything else."

He rolled off of you and laid next to you. "Come on... I'm waiting." He said, his voice slightly demanding but still soft enough, so you know he wasn't being serious.

You sat up and got on top of him, and that was exactly what he wanted. He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes gleaming with passion. He felt your thighs next to his hips, and he knew what you were going to do with him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, caressing your thighs, when you didn't move. "Do I make you nervous, love?" He asked playfully, and he was waiting for you to respond and for the moment you would dominate him.

You rolled your hips against his erection while he watched you, and you felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt you on him.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, watching you with a grin.

"I'm waiting." He said, his voice firm and demanding.

You positioned yourself, lifted up a little your hips and slowly sank down on his thighs. He looked up at you, didn't let out any noises, he just smiled, eager to see what you would do next.

You started to roll your hips, slowly and passionately. Ghost kept smiling, but his eyes closed in pleasure as you teased him. He kept quiet, as if he was at your mercy. But when you clenched around him, his lips sealed and couldn't hide the moan that escaped from him. Finally, you were doing something to him.

"You like it?" You teased.

"Oh, is that the best you can do?" He teased back and opened his eyes.

He moaned again and looked up at you, still smilling. "Come on, baby." He whispered.

Ghost was challenging you, he was trying to push you to your limits. But you knew what made him weak.

You leaned closer to his ears, kept moving your hips up and down on him. "You know..." You started, left a kiss on his neck. "I was thinking about having a baby, making you daddy."

Ghost was completely shocked by what you said. He was lost for words for a moment.

"I... er..."

He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. "So that's what I've been missing out on when I've been away?" He asked with a smirk. "Maybe I should come home for that reason... for you."

You nodded in agreement, and you felt it turned him on. Ghost wanted a child from you a long time ago. He always talked about this dream, but now, hearing that you want it too, made him want you even more.

He bit his lip and looked up at you. "I like that idea." He whispered, grinning at you. "A lot."

"You want that? You want to get me pregnant?" You asked back, rolling your hips on him.

"Mhm. I would love that." He breathed out. "Imagine us, together, having a child... A family." He whispered.

"You wanna... You wanna see me get pregnant with your child?"

"Yes." He whispered, and that was the moment when he took the control.

He was pushing you as hard as he could, grabbing your waist to keep you still on him, because he knew if he let up ever for a moment, you would want to dominate him again.

Ghost lost his mind, he wasn't thinking straight. He wasn't thinking at all. All he could felt was the pleasure, the passion, and he didn't want to stop.

He didn't care about your whimpers, your nails in his arms. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he could feel his breath quicken.

He wanted it. He wanted you. He wanted a family with you. And he fucked you until he finished himself in you with a groan.

He was panting, his heart racing and his breaths being taken in shallow gasps. You put your head on his chest, and he hugged you, caressing your back gently.

"Oh God." He groaned, his voice still a bit husky. "That was something." He whispered.

You giggled and kissed his chest. "I did it well?

"You did well, honey." He said, squezzing you slightly with his arms. "You were a good girl." He whispered as he pull you closer and pressed his lips to your cheeks. "Now, I want you to lay next to me. No more moving."

You nodded and you layed next to him. Ghost wanted to hug you again, when his phone started to ring on the coffe table.

He sighed as he was sitting up and grabbed his phone. "What a time to get a call." He said, picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello? This is Ghost. Can you make this quick? I'm with someone."

You laughed quietly, when he mentioned you as 'someone' and he grinned at you. He always did this, he kept in secret his personal life. That was what the reason why no one knew your name, only Ghost. Everybody called you Mrs. Riley or Ghost-girl.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there as quickly as I can." Ghost said into the phone and it grabbed your attention.

"You have to go?" You asked sadly, when he put down his phone and turned to you.

"Unfortunately, yes." He replied and started to dress up.

You hated it when he had to leave for work, but you understood it. It was his life.

"I know, I always say it, but when I get back, we'll pick up where we left off, okay?" He asked as he put on his shoes. "I'll make it up to you." He promised.

"You will be back in the morning? Can we have breakfast together?" You asked hopefully as you sat up.

"Absolutely." He said, while he collected his stuffs. Phone, wallet, keys. "You'll hear from me in the morning, and we can have breakfast together. We can do whatever you want to do."

Ghost kissed the top of your head and gave you a hug.

"Now, I have to go. But I love you, and I'll see you soon." He gave you one last kiss as he started to walk out of the room.

"I love you!" You spoke after him and smiled, when Ghost turned to you and sent a playful wink.

"I love you too!" He waved as he closed the door behind him, heading out to get to work.

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Part 4 ... here ...

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bunny-pastel · 11 months

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he won’t stop being wholesome help ;-;

#elias gallagher #The Groom Of Gallagher Mansion #yandere #yandere male #yandere visual novel #charater.ai #ghost groom #Ghost Husband #memes #meme

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bettylunaowo · 1 year

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💙Obviamente no puedo dejar de lado a este lindo hombre fantasmal, amo su diseño y su personalidad dulce💙

#elias gallagher #fanart #thegroomofgallaghermansion #elias gallagher fanart #ghost husband #ghost groom #ghost

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tokillamockingbird427 · 6 months

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Elias is sure as hell so attracted to danger, with doing what he's doing, but also obv. With Rorke and so i bet that his wife could've also kick ass. People at school being more scared of her than her army officer husband

Yes, someone else who's also on the "Mrs. Walker kicked ass" wagon. Elias 100% has a type and it's boiled down to "would be fun to fight" weather that be in a literal fight or some brain teaser bullshit. Rorke AND Mrs. Walker hit both categories so you can imagine just how hyped Elias was about them.

I'm also a firm believer in the Elias "Love my fuckin' partner look at them they're so cool" Walker agenda.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #gabriel rorke #elias walker #ghost husband #beloved anon

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randomlygenerateddaisy · 2 years

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Till the Magnolias Bloom

As morning sets in reality makes itself painfully known. There's no hiding my dread as I rise to find him right where I expected. Clothed with a glass of Scotch in hand. To think I actually let myself hope. Hope that he'd wake next to me. Hope that he'd reassure me in last night's admissions. Hope that he'd actually want me.

My gaze lingers as last night's memories rush back.

"When we started our little arrangement I never expected this" I whisper. "The passion?" he lets himself grin. "The heartbreak" I counter. A look of confusion quickly replaces his cocky demeanor. "In the knowledge that you have ruined me. Ruined me in a way all I know is you. Ruined me in a way my soul aches knowing I have to give you up!" A sob rakes through me at my confession. "My dear," he coos. I only sob harder.

Completely lost in myself I barely register the dip in the bed until i'm being cradled in his arms. We sit in a familiar silence, neither of us wanting to break it. "Who ever gave you this notion that you had to give me up?" he questions. "I did!" I sob. Hurt shadows his features. "Cecilia I don't understand. I made it clear to you the kind of man I was when this all started. And even then I've grown to love you." I scoff. "Love? You don't love me. No you just like the idea of love. You haven't a single bone in your body capable of loving me. Not it the way I deserve!" I'm practically fuming at this point.

"How can you claim to love me when we know nothing of eachother?" I demand.

"Bunny you speak nonsense, I know more than you think-"

"Other than what a background check can tell you Vladimir. I wish to know of the livelier things such as all our favorites, our shitty childhoods, and all our wants and dreams. So what can you tell me that a slip of paper can't."

Without missing a beat he responds. "You could live in the color pink and buttercups are your favorite flower because they remind you of your grandmother. You clean when you're stressed and bake when you're happy. I could tell you how I know you still love cartoons and would rather have your nose stuck in a book over reality. You favor whiskey to remember your mother and despise Scotch in memory of your father. Shall I go on?"

For once in my life I can say I've been left speechless.

"You actually payed attention." I can't help but tear up.

"Bunny I breathe to gather every detail that you might offer me."

I've finally found someone that cares for me like I've dreamt of. Yet I don't feel all that comforted. So I do what I thinks best.

"Vlad this doesn't change anything. You still can't give me what I want. I’m ending the deal."

When he propositioned me I promised him 'till the magnolias bloom.' Even if I knew that no time would be long enough.

He looks at me with pain that I am all too familiar with and on a broken whisper he asks, "Is it spring already?"

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thecelestiallegacies · 1 year

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Flint explaining the situation. Marisol took it... as well as she could. Hello ghost husband.

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oceantornadoo · 1 month

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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #ex husband ghost #fluff

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wombywoo · 3 months

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"smile!" 📸

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #my art #johnny's camera roll is just selfies with various barnyard creatures btw #and the occasional cursed image of his bloker husband 😌#anyway--he has no right looking this cute #it's condemnable behavior really

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wintersongstress · 6 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley | Modern Warfare III (2023)

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internettoday · 9 months

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Today's new episode of Weeky Weird News, this time covering

A woman, her ghost husband, and their tumultuous relationship

A man claiming to be the king of Ireland

Gay manatee incestuous murderfucking

Plus the weirdest headlines from around the world

#james carey #internet today #youtube #weekly weird news #news #brocarde #ghost husband #king of ireland #manatee

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norah-posts · 9 months

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Husband Ghost pt. 1 - You want Ghost's attention

Summary: Simon "Ghost" Riley is trained for kill. He is cold-hearted, but as your husband? He is perfect. He is kind, funny and caring. And what does it feel like to being Ghost's wife? You're alone a lot, you get only small moments from his life and sometimes he is too dominant with you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

NSFW - marriage, smut, dirty talking, fingering, dominant!Ghost, submissive!reader, spanking, angst, phone sex, oral sex, emotions

Part 1/?

Ghost was home with you.

He was focused on his work, but when you splashed him with water from the pool, he looked up at you.

He was taken aback at first, but he didn't mind you getting his attention, when he saw you standing next to him. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

He put down his laptop and turned around in his seat to face you, placing his hands gently on your knees. He looked into your eyes and smiled.

"How about I put down my laptop for now and give you my full attention?" Ghost said, his voice softening as he kept rubbing your knees softly.

He moved his hands up your legs and onto your thighs. He began to caress your thighs, slowly and gently, feeling the warmth of your flesh beneath his hands.

He wanted to make you feel good, to bring you pleasure. His hands moved, teasing and caressing your most sensitive part. He liked to tease you, to make you want more.

He looked up into your eyes, his breathing becoming heavier as he continued to touch you.

"I've missed being close to you." He whispered as he made small circles with his finger on you.

You leaned down to kiss him and as your lips met his, he felt a rush of emotions.

He pulled you closer, you began to kiss more passionately, your tongues exploring each other's mouths.

He kept moving his finger on you, he made you moan in pleasure. He wanted to drive you wild.

Slowly he slided his thick finger in you, he made you groan as he found that sensitive spot.

He continued to kiss you, exploring your lips with his tongue. Your breath was heavy, and he could tell you were enjoying this as mush as he was.

"That feels good." You moaned as he was moving his finger.

"Oh yes, is that good?" His voice was slightly husky, and you nodded. "Good. That's what I want." He replied, breathing heavily.

He kept pleasuring your body. He took his time, enjoying every moment. He wanted you to lose all control, to give in completely to the pleasure he was giving you.

"Dont stop, please!" You whined. "Keep going!"

"Oh I will, don't you worry." He said, his voice dripping with seduction.

He kept touching you, getting you more and more aroused, until you were a shaking mess of desire. He was watching you, a mishievous smile on his face. He had you right where he wanted you.

"No, please, stop!" You wimpered and squirmed under his touch.

"No, I think you can take more." Ghost whispered. He knew you couldn't resist him, so he continued rubbing that small spot.

He kept touching and teasing you, but only enough to keep you excited. You couldn't do anything, just whined and moaned loudly.

"Looks like I broke you." He chuckled, when your legs started to shaking.

Ghost knew he had control. He wanted to make you feel good, to leave you breathless and gasping for more.

"Oh God..."

"That's right, let it feel good." He said, his voice low and husky.

He kept touching you, he wanted to take you to the edge and push you over once again.

But his phone interrupted it.

"Damn it." He muttered under his breath, but he kept rubbing your sensitive spot. "Shit." He groaned as the phone kept ringing.

He let you go, he picked his phone up and he saw it was a call from work.

"Hello? Is this really the best time to calling me?" He asked, irritated, and you stepped back.

He kept a straight face and continued listening to the phone call, trying to ignore the fact that his fingers were wet and probably tasted of you.

He listened and nodded his head, thinking to himself that you could pick up where you left off later, when he could give you his attention again. But he was a professional, and he had to prioritize his duty right now.

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Part 2 ... here ...

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