#ghost oneshot | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

titlemewickedwonderland · 10 months

Text

Our Beloved (Nameless Ghouls)

Summary: During an abusive relationship with a Brother of Sin, Y/n finds she had no strength left to fight; little does she realize there were 5 fighters who would tear the world apart for her.

Triggers: Mention of abuse, mention of blood, pissed off ghouls, fluffy ending

Support My Work!

If you love my work and would like to show support you can share, tip, and follow for more content! Love you all!

He should have known better. Should have seen the signs; he should have acted sooner, should have spoken up quicker in her defense. But the past could not be reversed and she was so much better without that fucker. But the regret was strong within his chest that left him sleepless for days riddled with worry for her. How many times had he found her crying alone in a corner trying to hide from the world only to put on a smile for others to see so that they would not know the dark truth? How many bruises did she hide and make excuses for clumsiness he damn knew she did not possess? Far too many. He should have pushed further, asked more questions, said something to her or his bandmates in favor of her safety! All those nights she'd come knocking on the Ghoul's wing with makeup smears as dark and messy as the bruises and marks on her precious skin! He wanted to murder the man - no, a boy. Because that is what he was! A boy who knew nothing of the sacredness of a woman's body and soul. Did he know the damage went deeper than the marks he left on her body could not heal as the bruises on her flesh would over time?

Phantom hated him. Kenneth. The boy who dared lay a hand on the most precious human being in the Ministry. For tainting her view of love and for using her body as much as he abused her heart. It made his blood boil and turned him into a version of himself he didn't recognize. But what could he do? Nothing that would not make her hate him. Y/n was too kind to others. Too sweet for this world…too forgiving of those who wronged her because her heart was just too big; she forgave with the hope things would change. But how many black eyes, hand marks, and split lips will it take for her to realize she didn't deserve any of that; that this show of 'love' was not love at all and a monster could not change his ways with a forgiving heart like hers?

"You have to tell Papa, he can't keep doing this to you. You don't deserve it, angel." Phantom was fuming but he kept his voice calm as he watched with attentive eyes as Mountain wiped at the blood on her brow.

"You don't understand…I just made him lose his cool a little bit. I knew he was busy with work; it is very important to him. I just…I thought he might have wanted to take a break. I should have seen the signs sooner that he didn't want to be bothered. Sometimes he more inclined to take breaks but…I-I suppose he was just overworked today." Y/n murmured, her voice adamant as she defended Kenneth.

"More important than you?" Dewdrop growled cracking his knuckles.

"That's him losing his cool a 'little' bit?" Swiss waved a hand at the girl with an incredulous look on his face. "That's not losing his cool, darling. That's full-on rage mode! What did he do, hit you with a window?!" he snorted at the audacity.

"A mug actually…The handle broke and cut my eye." Y/n replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world, it was to her because this wasn't the first time.

"A…mug? A mug?" Phantom blew up; hands tightening where they were placed on his hips so that he didn't lash out. But the damage was still done; Y/n flinched at the sound of his raised voice and he blew out a slow breath to calm down. He didn't need to add to the damage.

"Honey, that's not normal. It's not okay." Rain murmured gripping her hand that rested in her lap as the Water ghoul sat beside her on the sofa.

"But it-" she began to protest only to hiss when Mountain pressed a cloth to the cut on her eyebrow.

"But it is, blossom. He has the ability to control his own reactions and emotions. He did not have to lash out at you. Not now and not any of the other times." the Earth Ghoul said softly as his attention left the damage on her face to stare into her eyes that were starting to well up with tears.

"We would fucking go to war for you, woman! Why can't you just let us help you?!" Phantom added and Rain glared up at his packmate.

"Not helping Phantom!" he snapped

"We can't keep turning a blind eye to this, babes. We have to tell Papa." Dewdrop added gripping Phantom's shoulder as a silent warning even when his gaze was on the injured girl.

"You can't!" Y/n replied back throwing her hands in the air. "He's the nephew of a politician! He has money, power, and influence in this town! If something like this comes out in the tabloids what do you think will happen?" she looked around at the ghouls with a pointed gaze.

"Ruin his reputation." Swiss snorted crossing his arms.

"No!" the girl snapped. "It would be brushed under the rug just like all the other altercations he has ever had. People will be paid off for their silence, and he goes scot-free!" she explained. "It's just…it's better like this until alternative I have. If I leave him things will get worse…and I don't want this ministry and all of Papa's hard work to get bashed because of one man. I won't allow it." she shook her head and rose to her feet.

"Y/n…" she sighed and hung her head as she wrapped her arms around herself as if for protection.

"It's okay…"

"No, angel it's not. It's never okay." Phantom wrapped his arms around her and cradled her against his chest feeling his heart constrict with pain; but it was nothing compared to the pain she must be feeling and he felt helpless. "We'll fix this…I don't care what it takes, but we're going to fix it."

"A shattered vase is already broken. No matter how many pieces you find you'll never put it back together whole again to make it look perfect." Y/n gave a sad smile before pulling herself away from him and wiping under her eyes.

"I have to go before Kenneth realizes were I went. He's not a fan of you guys." her smile was weak as she headed for the door.

"Trust me, he'll have a whole new reason not to be a fan of ours." Dewdrop growled from behind her but just before she closed the door she paused and peeked back inside looking at each of them with worried eyes.

"Please just…don't say anything." and then she was gone.

It had been a week, a long week that ground on every Ghoul's nerves. Y/n had been avoiding them like the plague, if they were in the same room - even so much as the large mass during eating hours Y/n would pick up her things and leave. It was even worse when Kenneth was with her, that boy had nothing but ill intent; they could already see it. From the glares and sneers, he sent their direction to the way he would have a possessive hold - just a little too tight, around Y/n anytime the Ghouls were within eyesight. Kenneth wasn't stupid, he was simply entitled. He knew the Ghouls knew despite how much makeup Y/n used to try and cover up the marks he left on her. The other Siblings turned a blind eye whether out of ignorance, lack of actual concern, or from fear of what Kenneth would do if they spoke up and said something. Y/n's life was literally hanging on a thread here and no one wanted to try and help the poor girl out - nobody but Papa's ghouls.

Y/n was special to them; anybody could see that. With how closely she worked with them it was a given a sort of friendship would form and it was obvious as well how Kenneth absolutely abhorred their existence; he hated them because he knew they posed a threat. Like staring a lion down from outside the enclosure but knowing if he ever left the safety they'd tear him apart limb by limb, and each day that fence was slowly growing smaller and smaller.

Today was the straw that broke the camel's back. The funny thing about egotistical entitled people like Kenneth was eventually, they'd slip up; too confident in what they think they have they believe they could do anything without repercussions. That was essentially Kenneth's downfall.

They found them by following Y/n's voice; her scared and shaky voice that rose the hairs on their backs and made their tails bristle. Kenneth and Y/n were in the garden. The pair had been assigned to weed the flower beds along the garden paths that day after it had rained the night previous. The ghouls did not know what had caused the brutality but they sure as hell weren't going to stand there and do nothing. They came upon the scene that froze them for a moment, the boy Kenneth was holding Y/n by her throat; a sneer of nasty intent on his face as he said something to do before he suddenly turned and shoved her face first into the pillar that held up the garden's archway and causing her to cry out as the intricate stone dug into her face. But he did not stop there and with a face red pulled her away by his hold on the back of her neck only to shove her face harder into the stone.

He was seething; saying something into her ear as her breathless pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to rage on the innocent girl. The ghouls saw red. Racing over the pathway and jumping over flowerbeds as a shortcut to reach her in time. Phantom's grip was like iron as he gripped Kenneth's shirt and yanked him off of Y/n and threw him to the ground before pouncing like a feral animal.

Y/n sobbed as Swiss's arms wrapped around her and pulled her against his chest while he sank to the ground when Y/n's knees wouldn't keep her up any longer. Curling her small body into his lap as he tried to shield her face by hiding it against his neck while Mountain crouched beside her trying to assess her damage. Rain hand to pull Phantom off of the boy who was putting up a fight but losing badly - Dewdrop yanking the boy off the ground and pinning him face first into another pillar; arms bent at an uncomfortable angle to keep him still but Phantom wasn't finished, he was beyond pissed and if he had the ability he would have been spitting fire from his mouth and nose at this point.

The commotion brought a racing sibling over with Sister Imperator and Papa Copia right on their heels. "What in Satan's name is going on here?!" Sister Imperator demanded when she took in the crying female tucked away within the embraces of two of Papa's ghouls while the others were actively trying to keep a beat down from happening; not that it did much. Kenneth looked like a mess with blood smeared and leaking from multiple wounds.

"Those lunatics attacked me!" Kenneth spat blood out from his mouth and bared his blooded teeth at Dewdrop when the smaller ghoul; despite his small stature was inhumanly strong, snarled in anger at his words.

"Fucking liar!" Phantom growled struggling against Rain's hold.

Copia looked over at Y/n and his eyes widened; rushing over to her he knelt in the wet grass to assess her - ignoring the rumble of warning from Swiss and Mountain, they would not hurt their Papa. They were just protecting what was theirs. He understood that so he was very careful as he reached out to the girl; a gloved hand stroking along her messy locks and seeing she had blood from a few open wounds smeared across her skin.

The pieces were starting to click into place. He knew his ghouls would never harm a sibling without warrant and they adored Y/n; she was one of the most precious things they held dear so this was not of their doing. His face grew grim and his eyes darkened a bit as he looked over at Kenneth. The belligerent look that was on the boy's face slowly fell when he met his eyes when his brain registered the fact that Papa knew. He was not as stupid as he often made people believe he was.

"My office, now." Papa rose sharply and turned on his heel; Dewdrop yanked the boy from his position and frog-marched him across the lawn after the man.

"Oh, don't you worry, honey. I'll be coming back for you; just wait." Kenneth sneered as he passed Y/n and Mountain had to grip the back of Swiss's neck to keep him from launching at the stupid mortal who was laughing his psycho ass off as he was marched away and out of sight.

Rain released Phantom once they were out of sight and the guitarist shook himself off trying to calm his jittery nerves; he really wanted to beat that little shit into tomorrow until he was facing the gates of Hell but he was thankful his pack intervened when they did; he didn't know what he would have done if he had killed the boy or what it would have looked like to the Clergy or Papa. Once he was sufficiently calmed down enough he was at Y/n's side in an instant. Kneeling in the wet grass and pulling her out of Swiss's hold and into his instead; straddling her across his lap as he burrowed his face against her neck and holding her tightly by her waist.

Y/n sniffled as she wrapped her arms around his head and held him close; her body still trembling from the shock and pain. "I-I'm sorry." she whispered nuzzling her head against his mask. "I'm so sorry…"

"Shhh, angel. It's okay…You are safe, he won't ever hurt you again. We won't let him. He's caught red-handed; there's not way he'll be able to touch you ever again." Phantom muttered whether more for her comfort or for himself he wasn't quiet sure.

"You were right though, I should have spoken up sooner…I should have had more faith in myself and not been so weak." she sniffled

"Aw, sweetheart it's not your fault. You were in a tough spot…" Swiss tried to soothe as he rubbed a hand down her back.

"No, you guys were right. I should have acted sooner…But I had hoped-" She began pulling away to look at the others.

"You have a good heart, Y/n." Rain smiled through his mask and crouched beside them. "A good heart who believes in humanity and kindness. It's no fault of yours if others choose to be a dick."

The girl gave a watery laugh and shook her head but she knew it was true. "Yeah…"

"Mind if we ask what brought that on?" Mountain asked as he idly examined the flex of scarlet on the otherwise pristine green of the lawn.

"He was jealous. Accused me of being a whore because I spent too much time with you guys…because I talked to another brother…because I helped a sibling out with chores instead of helping him. Who knows? Kenneth didn't need a reason." she mumbled

"Oh, honey." Rain murmured squeezing her shoulder. "You're a saint you know that?"

"Saint or a fool. Doesn't matter, if it wasn't for you guys…I probably have been fertilizer." Y/n shrugged a bit and played with the tubes of Phantom's mask.

"Let's go inside, the scent of blood is giving me the jitters." Phantom grumbled as he began standing up; keeping his hold on the girl at all times as he rose and carried her like a little koala bear from the garden, really it was just an excuse to hold her and a reminder that she made it out alive breathing and still warm.

Y/n did not argue as she clung to her ghoul and allowed them to lead her back to the safety of the Ghoul wing which not even Kenneth could reach from. She allowed herself to be taken from Phantom to be given to Rain as the Water Ghoul helped her into a warm bath that smelled of lavender to soak in as he took care to clean off the grime and blood, but it was more for her mental state of mind - as a physical representation of wiping and scrubbing Kenneth's touch and influence from her body. He was gentle with his touch when he bathed her and he helped her dry off with a soft towel; she had little shame at this point that she was naked.

She was helped into a pair of sweatpants that were slightly baggy on her that she knew was Dewdrop, an oversized shirt that practically fits like a dress on her - a tribute of Mountain that smelled of lemongrass and sage. A heady scent that reminded her of her time out in the Greenhouse with him. A pair of fuzzy socks belonging to Swiss were soft on her feet when Rain helped her into them and she felt enveloped by the love of each of her Ghouls. After her bath Rain helped brush her hair and braid it back for her before leading her to the game room where the others waited.

Mountain took over her care while he patched her up. Using specially made ointments and gels that he had made with her in mind to heal her. Wrapping up and bandaging her injuries with the utmost care and tenderness. While this was going on Swiss had put on a record that was one of her favorites to play low in the background while Dewdrop who had returned sometime during her spa treatment had helped Phantom create a large mass of pillows, comforters, blankets, and a few stuffies of Rain's to throw in a pile on the carpeted floor in front of the TV that had one of her favorite movies paused and ready to play.

She laid herself out amongst the softness of the nest they created and sighed in relief as her aching muscles that had gone lax from her bath earlier just seemed to turn into jelly. Her was soon crowded in by the others as they settled in; claiming her attention and space as if they owned it. They owned her heart so might as well! Phantom took possession of her as he slipped beneath her and allowed her to use him as a body pillow; masks and uniforms have now gone from each of them as they too got comfortable for the day. Rain took one side while Dewdrop took the other; crowding against Phantom and Y/n's sides as arms draped across waists and shoulders. Mountain and Swiss took the outer age; content to hold their packmates while their tails looped around Y/n's limbs that they could reach as a way to let her know they were there.

"Thank you, for what you did today…and thank you for never giving up on me even when I gave up on myself." Y/n murmured as she nuzzled into Phantom's chest.

"Aw, baby girl you know we'd always fight for you." Swiss cooed shooting her a smile

"What you do not see in yourself, others see in you." Rain murmured sleepily as he nuzzled against her hand as it lifted to stroke along the etchings on his features.

"A butterfly cannot see how beautiful it's wings are but others can and appreciate it; perhaps one day you'll look in the mirror and see just how special you are, little dove." Mountain rumbled

"That's so cheesy." Y/n laughed and the others let out chuckles of amusement.

"Maybe it is, but we hope one day you'll realize just how amazing you are. You are worthy of all the love this world has to offer you. Kenneth was a dick and he abused a beautiful soul; but I promise you, you'll heal in time and we hope someday you will see yourself through our eyes." Phantom sighed reaching up to stroke her hair.

Y/n closed her eyes feeling the sting of tears burning them and she could do nothing more than tighten her hold and nod. "Thank you." she whispered.

"Nothing to thank us for, darling." Dewdrop yawned "We got your back, always."

Taglist: @strawberry-moonpies, @darklylucid

#ghost #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost band #rain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #phantom x reader #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #ghost oneshot #ghost band oneshot

850 notes · View notes

stillarat · 1 year

Text

Lovers on a Sunday

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! reader

Word Count:638

Warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, no use of y/n

Synopsis: Helping your boyfriend settle into his leave.

Your face pushed deeper into your pillow while your alarm blared, feeling around for your phone on the nightstand to silence it. A warm hand comes over top of yours, rough and warm and all too familiar. You lift your head up from the crook of his shoulder, his overnight stubble scratching your cheek when he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I'm back love." You could hear the grin in his voice before you had even turned over.

You wrap your arms around him– tight, like it was the last time, just like every time he came home to you. Cradling the back of his head, your fingers brushed the soft baby hairs at the base of his skull. Returning the gesture he let his hands wander your back– memorizing every bit he could. Nose pressed to your shoulder as he breathed you in, you smelled like home and he couldn’t get enough.

“God, it felt like years.” He only pressed you closer, while you mumbled into his skin.

“It always does love, always does.”

“Can we just stay here all day?”

“Mm, you could persuade me.”

“That so?” You looked up at him, eyes still heavy as the sun that shone through the blinds hugged your bodies between the covers and blinded you, falling back onto your pillow. Simon’s elbow rested next to you holding him up– staring at you with those puppy dog eyes he could only muster for you with those big brown eyes.

He shifted himself off his arm coming crashing down onto you. The bed creaked, and the air left your lungs.

“Fuck, Si!” His face was already buried into your belly, holding either side of your hips, grinning into your shirt.

“Hush.”

“God you’re heavy.”

“You’ll live.”

“Not if I can’t breathe.”

“Fine then.” He pushed himself up to the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above his head all the while, you watched as his back tensed and flexed–pushing against the grey shirt stretched tight over his shoulders.

“Breakfast?”

You rolled over to your bed’s sunken center.

“No, it's too early.” Your voice stretched through your yawning.

“Hun, s’already eight.”

“I know what I said, you madman.”

“What you in the mood for anyways?”

“Since when can you cook?”

“I try.” He pressed a soft peck to the top of your head before he eventually pushed himself up, your shared mattress creaking from his weight.

“You know where to find me.” He gave a soft tap to the doorframe, leaving you in your pillowy bliss of a bed.

Your nose woke you up not too long after, with the smell of toast and eggs promised in your kitchen. The cold chill of the morning’s air rose goosebumps across your legs when you pulled the sheet from yourself. Lazily pushing yourself up, you made your way onto the chilled tile of your shared kitchen. You snaked your arms around his waist while Simon scraped the eggs from pan to plate.

“Smells great baby."

He returned you a grunt of approval, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“Go sit down, I got it.”

“So bossy.” You chuckle to yourself, stealing a chaste peck from the corner of his lips.

You had insisted on being the one to wash the dishes after you had both eaten. While Simon sat on the couch reading, while he waited for you to set them out to dry. Listening to him leisurely flip page through page as you went to dry off your hands. Wrapping your arms around back of him, peeking down at his book he’d been steadily working through while he away.

“C’mere.”

He slung an arm around you as you cuddled in next to him. Reading page over page with you, while you helped him settle into his leave, with something besides an empty house waiting for him when he came back home.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #cod mw2 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #mw2 #mw2 x reader #ghost fluff #simon riley oneshot #ghost oneshot #gn reader #mw2 oneshot #simon riley fluff #simon riley #ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod

726 notes · View notes

vhsgoghs · 2 months

Text

similar (Simon Riley one shot)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC

Summary: Ghost has to receive a new recruit who coincidentally has the same name as him.

TW: none

note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.

★ masterlist here

★ spanish ver here • también disponible en wattpad (vhsgoghs)

Simon was not exceptionally good with people. He was, if he wanted to, but that particular day he hadn't woken up in a good mood, nor did have the mood to socialize with someone new and although he asked with all his might for someone else to take his place, any force of nature seemed to abandon him that day.

The arrival of new soldiers could be considered a positive thing; extra help always sounds good, however, he hated being responsible for receiving the new soldiers, he didn't mind being there as a kind of silent support, but he would prefer that someone else handle it.

When he arrived at the main entrance, he only found an empty van and two persons who seemed to be waiting for someone, was it them? was unlikely, the boy leaning against the driver's door looked familiar, but the small girl next to him looked anything but a soldier.

Why were all the girls he knew are so short? Or maybe he was too tall.

"Ghost!" The boy approached, shaking his hand, a greeting that he accepted almost immediately. "Price told me you were coming, so she's all yours." he spoke with a laugh before walking away, he seemed desperate to leave.

"Hey, wait, where's the new soldier?" he asked, turning to look at him. The boy stopped and pointed to the person behind him.

"Good luck, she talks too much."

Ghost turned around with a confused expression on his face and was slightly surprised when the girl was close to him. He took a step back, feeling like she were invading his personal space.

"Are you the new recruit?" The girl nodded without hesitation, excited for this new stage in her life. "Aren't you too... young?" Ghost raised an eyebrow, although the girl couldn't notice it due his mask.

If someone had told him that the girl was ten years old, he would have believed it without thinking. He felt a pang of guilt as he noticed her smile fade and her brow furrow. Without a doubt, he had said something wrong.

"I'm twenty-four" she said, pointing to the clipboard in his hands. Ghost looked down from her to read the basics in her information, only to confirm that the girl was indeed twenty-four years old. He couldn't complain; she was several years older than him when he entered the army.

"So..." He paused looking at her name, and now it was his brow that furrowed as he noticed the girl's name. "Ghosty?" The girl nodded, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders. "Your name is Ghosty?"

She nodded again without understanding the problem, it was not her first transfer, she did not understand why it was taking so long. Usually, someone arrive, quickly introduce her to the new barracks and barely explain what she would have to do there.

"Is there a problem?"

Ghost shook his head. He was not a person who frequently made fun of others, but at those moments, he wanted to laugh because of the enormous coincidence.

"Sounds fake, did you change your name?"

"No" She denied, swaying gently from side to side, desperate to finish with those questions that didn't seem to be part of the routine.

"Is that some call sign?"

"No, it's my name." That people doubted that her name was real was nothing new, but they had never doubted her name after seeing her papers; It was something obvious. "Why?"

He remained silent for a few seconds, that morning he had decided to behave in the best possible way, he might not have woken up in a good mood, but it was his job. He couldn't be rude or something.

"Nothing... I'm Ghost, by the way." He extended his hand in greeting, but the girl did not respond.

She brought one of her hands to her mouth, clearly expressing surprise.

"Oh god, is your name Ghost?" He nodded. "That means we're like... namemates."

The girl giggled and Ghost tried his best not to pay attention to the churning in his stomach. It wasn't the first time he saw a new recruit excited to be there, as time went by, they had gotten used to waking up in the same place every day and that happiness eventually disappears.

"Of course not, someone forced me and that's why I'm here." He shook his head and put one of his arms around the girl's shoulders, forcing her to walk next to him.

He wasn't a fan of physical contact, but for some reason, he didn't mind feeling the girl lean in slightly and cling to him. He was amused by her height and it was curious how happy she seemed, he knew it wasn't going to last long, or at least that's what he wanted to think, that he found her happiness funny and not something more.

"But we're going to work together, right?" She asked with a frown.

"Yes, but you don't have to act like we're best friends."

"Why not? We're Ghosty and Ghost." They both walked through the hallways; the girl didn't seem to want to walk on her own, so he kept his arm around her shoulders. "Maybe they can call us Ghost boys."

"You say that again and I swear you'll never see me again in your life." Ghost wanted to sound intimidating, but for some reason, his voice softened.

Ghost was fast. He explained the basics thinking that someone could explain the rest later, he didn't want to spend more time than he should with her.

Ghosty met her new room about ten minutes later. It wasn't too different from the other rooms she had had in the past; but, she felt a strange vibe inside her, she had deduced that this man did not want to spend time with her.

"Wait!" She spoke when noticed Ghost was about to leave.

Strangely, he didn't ignore her, he didn't seem like someone rude, but without a doubt, he looked like someone completely reserved who didn't make many friends and from his attitude, she thought that she wasn't someone who would soon be part of his group of friends.

"You want to eat something?" she asked. Those words came out of his mouth without thinking, it sounded stupid; why would she take him out to lunch when they had a cafeteria? He didn't need her invitation to go eat.

Ghost remained silent for a few seconds, his first instinct was to reject the invitation, remembering that he had not woken up in a good mood that day, but that seemed to have vanished when he looked at her.

"Sure, I'll show you where the cafeteria is." He nodded, motioning for her to leave the room with him.

Ghosty smiled triumphantly; the plan to make friends with him seemed to be working, at least that man with whom she shared name had not refused to accept her proposal.

Ghost felt something inside him as the girl joined him. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have someone so cheerful around him.

It wouldn't be the last time Ghosty and Ghost were seen together.

#call of duty #simon riley x oc #simon riley headcanons #cod headcanons #cod fanart #simon riley imagines #simon riley oneshot #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost oneshot #ghost #simon riley fanfic #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #ghost imagine #cod oneshot #cod fanfic #cod mw2

67 notes · View notes

sillystargirll · 1 year

Text

Mission gone wrong ✧

ghost fucks the information out of you~ (dub-con warning)

The room smells like cigars, your head was pounding and your vision trying to come back clearly . After a few minutes of trying to get together , you noticed your hands are tied together over your head as a rope is to the rings of the ceiling leaving your body to hang from the wrists and your legs are spread apart to top that off your naked.

The last thing you had remember was sneaking onto the base breaking into the captain's office of 141 to steal documents but failed due to begin caught by a masked man who wants to be a wannabe Michael Myers and causing a rucks with you before begin knocked out cold by him.

you began to freak out and begin to struggle and squirm your way out the ropes.

you hear the door open to find Ghost smirking darkly while holding to what looks like some weird clear pinkish drink in a bottle .

"So what now your gonna kill me, naked?" pure silence follow after you said that as you stare him down not afraid of what's he's about to do he had the upper hand in this situation since he's not the one naked.

he looks at you amused and comes closer to you. you keep yelling and calling him names until he shoves the small bottle of the pink drink. you refuse to drink it and move your head away .

"Drink it or ill kill you." He says sternly and with no choice you drink it obediently playing by his rules and what's to come next.

He then leaves the room leaving you by yourself.

just after 10 minutes of drinking the weird pink elixir, you start to feel aroused and you feel your self dripping and soaking through your pants and panties.

"Fuck this can't be happening ." You curse to yourself and rub your thighs together to try and get some friction out of it but it doesn't help.

your breathing becomes more heavy and it becomes more harder for you to breathe.

Ghost then comes into the room and smirks at the sight he found himself in and comes closer to you .

" What the hell did you do to me !"

"Just gave you a bit of Aphrodisiac to loosen up, After all you have some important intel to tell me."

you clicked your tongue In anger he comes closer to you and hovers over you to your horror he begins to grind on you.

"P-please," you plead. "Just let me go. I w-won't tell anyone, I promise." You cringe at how pathetic you sound, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle not to collapse into a blubbering mess since the effects of the aphrodisiac hit harder then before.

"Where's the fun in that." He smirked darkly The feeling of his leg pressing between yours, his knee grinding against your core sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain finally stops processes what he says and you stop struggling when the heat becomes too much, it becoming difficult to breathe.

"I've read that aphrodisiacs are effective for integrating on enemies during integration because the pleasure they experience drives them insane and compels them to submit.

you clicked your tongue In anger he comes closer to you and makes his way over you to your horror he begins to grind on you.

"P-please," you plead. "Just let me go. I w-won't tell anyone, I promise." You cringe at how pathetic you sound, your voice barely above a whisper not mention your dignity out the window as your there naked. as you struggle not to collapse into a blubbering mess since the effects of the aphrodisiac hit harder then before

The feeling of his leg pressing between yours, his knee grinding against your core sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain finally stops processes what he says and you stop struggling when the heat becomes too much, it becoming difficult to breathe.

"There we go. Much better."

The hand Ghost has on your hip slips past your inner thighs. Your lip trembles as his fingers find your clit and rub in slow small circles. Your hips slowly grind in response, . you hoped As much as Ghost didn't notice your movement, his dark smile says otherwise.

Oh, have I kept you waiting? too bad im the one making the moves "

"f-fuck y-you-, g-get the fuck off me~

You want to adamantly deny him but you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, scissoring slowly and he thrusts them in and out. you've never felt this good in your entire life .

You cut off as a moan escapes you. Ghost's fingers curl as he finds your g-spot with ease, moving them faster. You whine at the pleasurable stimulation, pushing against Ghost's chest in a feeble attempt to get him to stop. His fingers shouldn't feel this good; no one's should! Not even your own do.

"Come on, darling. You'll feel much better if you relieve a little tension. just tell me who you work for"

"g-go fuck yourself ahh~ ."

You sob as you desperately try to stave off your orgasm. You know it's all in vain as your hips keep raising with every thrust of his fingers. Ghost grins at your flushed expression and enjoys the sounds he's eliciting from you.

"You look so beautiful with your lewd expressions, But you gotta give me a name sweet heart"

" Stop! ugh i won't give in to you "

"Well see how long you can keep that up."

Whatever comes out of Ghost's mouth next you don't hear due to the ringing in your ears. Your orgasm is intense to the point it borders on painful which only perpetuates your orgasm further. as you finally come down, Ghost slowing down before he stops.

"That's a good girl. Feel better now?"

"F-Fuck you."

" I don't blame you for being a needy pet, though. Now you gonna tell me who you work for?"

Ghost releases your throat and you're finally able to breathe properly. He hums as he pulls his hand from your pants, licking his fingers to taste you. You blush heavily at the action but say nothing.

"You taste delicious."

"y-your insane."

"to the extreme baby. the things I want to do to are coming true."

The way your eyes go wide make the soldier laugh, your expression mortified embarrassment. Looking up at him, the color drains from your face as you see he's freed his cock from the confines of his pants and is stroking himself. You feel the haze of your post-orgasm fade and you slowly attempt to move. Ghost's quick to catch on.

"Stay still"

"No, you psycho!"

That was probably not the right thing to say to your executioner. Especially since you're in a very vulnerable position. He's no longer smiling through his mask, his eyes glowing softly.

"You know. I shouldn't reward a brat for such bratty behavior, but you seem like you'll feel better after you get your brains fucked out."

Ghost grips your hips, rubbing his length between your folds. You whimper softly; partly because you don't want this and partly because the aphrodisiac is making your body still warm up.

"You're so fucking wet. You keep acting like you don't want me when you really do."

"You fucking- "

A choked groan escapes you as Ghost thrusts in completely in a full nelson position. Why is he so fucking big?! Your tied hands fist into your palms.

"F-Fuck, it hurts!"

You feel as good as one hand cups your cheek and wipes away a lone tear.

"too big, please."

"You'll be fine. You like a little bit of pain, don't you?"

"No, I-"

Ghost cuts you off by thrusting harshly, It's a reactive response. Ghost growls lowly before he presses his lips to yours. As much as you want him to stop, the kiss is a welcome distraction from the pain as you adjust to his size.

There's a fuzzy feeling at the edges of your mind as you dance back and forth between pain and pleasure.

It's also a result of not having enough air as Ghost kisses you breathless. You can already feel a second orgasm building. Never would you have anticipated you would get off to this, but, for some reason, every ounce of pain is converted to pleasure.

Especially when Ghost's hands become too hot on your hips. You're able to break the kiss to breathe, Ghost trailing his lips down the column of your throat.

"Please, I can't take anymore. Please, stop."

"Tell me who you work for, just give me a name and ill give you what you want"

"I- Your cock's too big."

"Aww, too much for my sweet girl?"

" Y-yes. "

" Good. "

Ghost releases your hips which gives you some relief, only for them to find their home back around your throat. your eyes widening in panic as you can't breathe.

"You can breathe after you give me a name. I can feel you're already close. Be a good girl and answer me"

Ghost's harsh and punishing pace, his tight hold on your throat, and your sensitivity has you on the edge. You whimper softly as you finally reach your almost orgasm, spots dotting your vision.

"f-fuck! Graves!"

Ghost smirks and relaxes his grip you gasp harshly as you gulp down air desperately. His breath fans across your face as his forehead rests against yours. It takes you a minute to come out of your haze as you realize his rhythm is faltering.

"P-pull out."

"You don't tell me what to do, darling. If I wanna knock you up, I will. "

" No-! "

He groans as he climaxes, filling you. It's quiet, or so you think. You realize you're sobbing quietly, feeling dread wash over you. Ghost rolls his hips upward to grab your attention, a whine escaping you.

"Thank you for the intel darling, now that wasn't so hard."

You don't say anything. You don't even look at him, facing towards the wall. Ghost gently noses your cheek and jaw.

"I'm keeping you, and your gonna be my fuck doll forever."

#mw2 smut #cod mw2 #mw2 spoilers #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley smut #mw2 fanfic #mw2 ghost #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost oneshot #ghost mw2

280 notes · View notes

konigschitzo0 · 5 months

Text

#ghost fanfiction #modern warfare fanfiction #simon ghost riley #cod #ghost headcanons #ghost oneshot

2 notes · View notes

asph6lt · 5 months

Text

gentle giant.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem reader.

↳ warnings: none

↳ tags: fluff, domestic!simon (?), soft!simon, sharing a bed, just a short drabble bc i love him sm

↳ a/n: hi hello! this is my first-ish post on tumblr, i’m still trying to figure out how it works so don’t flame me pls :’) enjoy!

big palms are kneading into the flesh sitting atop your hips, fingers digging gently as you’re pulled to burrow further into the huge expanse that is simon’s chest. you stir from your sleep, even with the slightest of movement you sink deeper into the arms that cage you in. you’re not leaving this bed under his watch.

a cool breeze flutters through the open window, a stark contrast to the warmth of simon’s breath caressing the nape of your neck, the light pressure of his lips nuzzled in a lasting kiss against your skin. you don’t want to leave the bed, anyway.

a content hum rumbles deep from his throat as you reach behind you and knot your fingers in his hair, nails scratching his scalp and dragging down to the base of his ear. it’s like being held by a cat in the form of a 6’4, broad-shouldered hunk of a man with the way simon is borderline purring at your touch. his arms around your waist wring impossibly tighter, almost knocking the breath out of you at some point you have to pat his arm to loosen a little.

“i know you love me, si, but i can’t breathe,” your breathless chuckle is like the pleasant song of a hummingbird in his ear, and he all but obeys your command. he always does. tight arms relaxing into a lazy hold around you, but still pulled flush against his bare chest.

“don’t want you leavin’ me ‘ere in the cold, love,” he grunts hoarsely in return, deep voice muffled against your skin as he’s practically shoving his entire face into your neck. all that’s left for him was to slip under your skin and become one with you. “not when you’re so warm and cozy, i jus’ wanna live in you.”

you huff, an amused and endearing sound; it’s hard to think that the man most feared on the grounds filled with violence and blood, a looming shadow that seemed to follow his enemies and unsheathes his knife to rid them of their lives—is reduced to a gooey, mumbling mess of cuddles and affection the moment he’s with you. a man that holds command over soldiers gets on his knees with his heart on his sleeve as he clings onto your words like they are prayers.

he’s so in love with you, it hurts.

you shift under the covers and turn to face him, slotting yourself perfectly in the midst of his arms as if you are made to be there. as if he is made to hold you like this. you see flecks of blue peeking through his lids as he cracks them open to gaze at you—even through the sleepy haze, you could see the hearts in his eyes as he stares.

pressing a warm palm on his cheek—uncharacteristically rosy—he brings his lips to graze the tips of your fingers. “y’look lovely in the morning,” he utters lowly, as if it was a secret only made for the two of you. his eyes scan your face—the way you remain half-lidded as sleep still has you in its clutches, the way your eyelashes flutter with every blink, the way your lips part slightly with every breath—burning the image of you in his mind. he can never forget this, forget you.

you feel a warmth bubbling in your chest—with the way he’s staring at you, you feel like flames are licking at your insides. always so intense, always so full of love and admiration. a burning that rivals the sun, a depth that rivals the seas.

a smile pulls at the corners of your lips, only growing wider as you survey his face this time—the same drowsy expression mirroring yours, but ever so content and calm, the scars weaving through his cheek and lips, the way his eyes never leave you; you intend to imprint the sight in your mind as well. “you look lovely, too. my lovely simon.”

#call of duty #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod fluff #fluff #drabble #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #i love this man sm it’s crazy #ghost fanfiction #ghost oneshot

2K notes · View notes

hayleybarnesx · 4 months

Text

Simon with Independent and easily irritable reader who can’t sleep without him after an argument over something small and silly- but she would rather die then ever admit it.

She storms into the dark bedroom, arms crossed tightly over her chest and a scowl on her features.

Simon smirks in amusement, knowing exactly that this would be the outcome. She was too much of a cuddler to stay alway for long.

She tugs on the covers harshly, and for a second Simon is genuinely questioning whether she will tear the damn thing.

“Be quiet.” she hisses to him, getting under the covers and pulling them right up to her neck, laying as far away from him as possible with her back turned to him.

“This means nothing. I’m still pissed at you.” She storms.

“I know lovie.” Simon replies, not wanting her any more irritated then she is already.

He attempts to cuddle her but she swats him away with a grumpy exhale, Simon has to restrain himself not to chuckle at her. God she was adorable.

Unsurprisingly she wakes up wrapped tightly in Simons arms, his hold on her so tight she couldn’t escape. His soft breathing lulling her back to sleep.

Sleep for now, argument later. She thinks to herself, closing her eyes again as her head remains on Simons chest.

As usual, not proof read and unedited. Sorry for any mistakes.

7K notes · View notes

themoti · 9 months

Text

RPG SQUAD

6K notes · View notes

midnightarcheress · 1 month

Text

cowgirl

a little bar challenge characters: simon 'ghost' riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price cw: nsfw, fem!reader, tf141 lusting for their teammate, idk there's nothing much

"i'm not going on that!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms at the man in front of you.

the buzzing of a bar after a successful mission was a familiar sound for the task force. the glasses clinking, the chatter of old and new friends, the horrible background music, and the abhorrent pick-up lines would, weirdly enough, calm your nerves after days covered in heavy gear and harboring pent-up stress. or maybe the source of your mind's serenity was just the alcohol already flowing on your bloodstream, courtesy of the three tequila shots you were - willingly - forced into drinking.

"come on, bonnie, it will be fun!" Soap said, pointing at the sign propped above the mechanical bull, "besides, ye can win the hat for us."

you scoffed, glancing at the direction the scot referred, right after seeing another contender fall to the bouncy mat under the bull, followed by a string of boo's from the watchful horde. bold red lettering stated 'break the bar's record and win a cowboy hat!', tempting drunk custumers into fooling themselves for a measly prize.

"i bet she's scared," Gaz prompted, adding fuel to Johnny's pleas, "don't wanna be mocked by the crowd."

you rolled your eyes in response, "i'm not scared, Gaz, i just don't see what all the fuss is about. why don't you do it?"

"nuh-uh, don't turn this on me, missy. you're the one being challenged here," he retorted, earning a soundful hum from Soap, "tell you this, if you manage to stay there for a full minute, i'll pay you a twenty. don't even have to stand the whole three minutes of the record."

Ghost and Price stayed quiet during the whole exchange, unimpressed by the trio's shenanigans. they had endured too many drinking competitions, bets, dares, arguments and blatantly stupid ideas coming from the youngsters of the squad over the years, so nothing fazed the two superiors. underneath their apathy, however, lied a real sense of entertainment, illustrated by discreet smirks after particularly dumb comments - usually dropped by Soap's mouth.

"make it a fifty and we have a deal." you smirked, sipping from your beer pint. if you were gonna humiliate yourself in public, it better be for real cash.

"fifty if you break the record, how does that sound?"

after a second of pondering and a few too many glances at the machine's movements, studying it meticulously to engrave how to properly react when the controller jolts the apparatus from side to side, you uttered a hesitant yes, winning a cheerful chant from your friends and some whistles from the audience.

you stepped on the mat and quickly hopped on the mechanical bull, adjusting your legs around the fake saddle. it shouldn't be that hard, right? the initial movements were easy - just holding on the chord and letting the laws of motion do the work. you didn't want to admit, but it was actually pretty fun.

eventually, the controller decided he was being too gentle and started picking up the pace, making your body rock back and forth on bull, decision that knocked the air out of your lungs for a split second, before you composed yourself and tightened your grip on the handles like your life depended on it. the crowd shouted gleefully, encouraging you to push through, despite a few snarky comments preying on your fall, just the expected.

what you didn't expect - and neither realized - was the way your teammates were reacting.

Gaz stood there with his jaw almost reaching the floor, being impressed not only by your sturdy grip, but mostly by the way your back arched when the machine tilted forward, defining your muscles through the skin-tight fabric of your shirt. even if you didn't endure the whole minute from the initial bet, he was willing to give you his entire wallet, just to watch you ride it again, and definitely not to imagine you bouncing on his lap for a little longer.

Soap, who has always been aware of your beauty, suddenly had to sit down after feeling his pants tighten at the sight of your plump ass jiggling due the repeated impacts on the bull's back, in desperate attempts to grind yourself. in addition, the tiniest bit of your lacy underwear peeking out of the dark jeans that hugged your hips flawlessly wasn't helping with his situation.

the daring smile that painted your lips, juxtaposing the concentrated frown of your eyes as you tried your best to not fall during an exceptionally wild movement, only supplied Ghost's cock with an overflow of blood, twitching at the view of your plush thighs clenching around the bucking machine whenever it defied your determination by leaning too much on the sides, shaking to make you collapse on the mat.

Price, however, acted as gentleman the whole time, just admiring your ability and strength to stay clutched to the unpredictable machinery. that, of course, was only until he got a view of your perfectly round tits, taunting the edges of your low-cut top and threatening to spill out at any given minute, ready to give him a real show. the adrenaline-filled flush that gave your cheeks an innocent pink hue, felt very similar to the sudden rush on his shaft that made your captain almost choke on his scotch.

three minutes and forty-seven seconds.

"that was so much fun!" your giggly shout and stumbling figure getting closer to the group was enough to snap the men out of their trance. they quickly took notice of your wide grin and the brown cowboy hat placed on your head, followed by the loud screaming of the public that just witnessed the bar's record being broken.

"come on, pay up, Gaz." you said, sticking your palm to receive your well deserved money in a contained victory dance.

the four men glanced at each other, gathering the courage to speak up after your little performance that had them weak on the knees for a colleague.

"didn't think you had it in ye, bonnie." Soap stated as Gaz reached for the wallet in his back pocket, almost considering giving you a fat tip for the spectacle. the sergeants were certainly doing a poor job in hiding the blush on their cheeks and small beads of sweat on their foreheads, consequence of trying to ignore the tent formed on their trousers.

your superiors, on the contrary, remained quiet and seemingly undisturbed by the previous scene, silently sipping from their glasses but still watching the chatting trio. only now, they wouldn't dare to get up and risk the others - specifically you - noticing their throbbing cocks marking their pants, yearning for the touch of your silky flesh.

after collecting your gains, you rapidly swayed to the bar counter, ordering a new drink with your sweet, sweet money, while the task force members ultimately etched the sight of you riding the mechanical bull in the deepest corner of their brains - saving the images for the great release when you all get back to base.

okay this is my first official thingy i feel so silly. also english is not my first language so...

#cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #tf141 #tf141 x reader #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #fem!reader #cod mw #cod mw2 #oneshot #nyx writes ☾#midnightarcheress

2K notes · View notes

midnightcrw · 4 months

Text

"What does that even mean?" Simon asked himself as he sat on the couch looking at his phone with a frown on his face.

Gaz and Soap really love to use abbreviations and Simon was more than struggling to find out what it even meant as he slowly typed it into the search list.

Normally he would have asked you what it meant, but you were out buying groceries, so he was all alone trying to figure out what nonsense Gaz and Soap were typing into the group chat.

Simon was more than sure that Price didn't know what they were talking about either, but Price never even typed into the chat unless Soap was awake in the middle of the night out of boredom, asking them all sorts of stupid questions.

As Simon struggled to find the meaning of the abbreviation, he heard faint cooing.

Not really paying attention, Simon was sure Daisy was just playing with one of the stuffed animals the TF141 had given her.

But as the seconds passed, the cooing got louder as he slowly looked away from his phone until he found two big doe eyes staring back at him.

Seeing Daisy, Simon just relaxed, but looked up abruptly when he realized she was crawling towards him.

The phone was immediately put down as he grabbed Daisy and held her up to give her kisses all over her tiny face as she giggled, "Learning to crawl, Daisy?"

As if understanding what her father had just said, she began to squeal in glee, her arms and legs moving up and down in excitement as Simon chuckled.

With an idea in his head, Simon carefully set Daisy down, her eyes following him as he backed away until he was far enough away from her.

With that, Simon crouched down as he held his arms out to her, "Come here, Daisy," he said in a loving tone as Daisy seemed to get excited as she crawled towards him.

Seeing her move made Simon's face light up with happiness and as she slowly approached him, Simon pulled Daisy towards him and embraced her in his big arms "I'm so proud of you," he told her as she cooed.

Simon was more than eager to show you what Daisy had learned in such a short time.

2K notes · View notes

moi5t-fk-fruit · 4 months

Text

✩ Ghost Fucking You in a Alleyway ☾

Oneshot ⋆⁺Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader⋆⁺

⋆⁺₊⋆ Summary: While trying to avoid shadows, you and Ghost get stuck in between a tight alleyway. And sure Ghost’s gun is hard but not as hard as his dick pressed upon your ass. All your Lieutenant needs is a quickie!

⋆⁺₊⋆ Warning: Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Unprotected p in v, Creampie, Multiple orgasms, Semi Public Sex, Groping, Rough Sex, Praising, Breeding Kink, Gagging, Cummm. NSFW! SMUTTT! After Care? :3

⋆⁺₊⋆ A/N: This shouldn’t have taken me so long. Just enjoy plz and thx 4 reading cuties <3 Plz support by reposting ;3

Nsfw below the cut

Imagine…

Ghost and you sneak through houses and alleys, taking down any shadows in your way. Rain splashing with every footstep taken.

“Come here-" Ghost grips your forearm and pushes you against him as he leads you through the allyways.

You follow trying to pick up your feet to his speed.

Feeling your back on his armed chest as he tries to keep you close to him. He slows down and lowers his head close to your ear, you can feel yourself almost trip when his hot breath is on your bare neck.

“Trying to find somewhere secure. There's too many of them. Better to wait it out.“ he whispers close so only you can hear him. As you’re still trying to comprehend the situation, he brings you both to a stop and slides into a narrow alley.

He waves you over and you both try to get deeper where the street lights won’t expose you.

Running on adrenaline you both didn’t realize the alleys becoming tighter. Only when it was too late and you shuffle against him.

“No stop-“ he breaths out, you’re pinned against him and can feel him all around you.

“Fuck m’sorry sir.” you’re more than embarrassed, your hands are in front of you on the bricked wall.

“Just stay still.”

“Can’t stay still. Your so-hard against me-“

“What?” You can sense his eyebrows curling and even his lips forming a smirk but it quickly vanishes as your embarrassment got the best of you. You began to arch away from him and shuffle off of him.

“Y/n stop” He almost growls out. You ignore and try again, this time he’s had enough and his gloved hands grip the sides of your waist. Though the timing could’ve never been worse.

As he pushes you down you accidentally grind onto him, assuming the hardness on your ass to be a gun. Letting out a cut whine of discomfort.

Out of your sight, Ghosts head shoots back to the wall behind him, biting his lip to the point where blood could be drawn. Keeping quite.

“You mind moving your fucking gun lieutenant.” You stutter out.

“That’s not my fuck’n gun sergeant.”

His voice is somehow deeper and his accent thicker than you’ve ever heard, he’s desperate.

He’s hands are still on your waist as your eyes widen due to feeling the large imprint of his crouch on your ass. If your cunt wasn’t already wet from him being all over you, it’s soaked now. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck. Your bodies fuming together. In defeat you let your head fall to his chest you can now see his balaclava and skull mask, his eyes are shut.

“Told you to keep still.”

Silence falls, you look up to the starry night. The storm now soaking you both more, feeling rain droplets fall on your face. Ghost focuses on your breathing and his hands that still grip on your waist loosen. Not wanting his gloved hands to leave your body you grab them, moving them lower to create a space in between the warmth your thighs. Your eyes flutter as he leads himself, his large hands squeeze and kneed your inner thighs. You turn your head close to his ear. Softly praising him to continue, he boldly moves his hand towards your clothed cunt and gropes you, you whimper and arch into his hand. He also turns his head to face you, admiring your slightly illuminated scrunched features as the pleasure gets to you. Ghost shuts his eyes when he grinds his dick against your ass again, much rougher, his lips parting open from the friction. You moan into his covered parted lips.

“Tha’s it. Jus like that pretty girl.”

He kisses you, it’s sloppy and full of hunger. You begin to kiss him back and his balaclava becomes wetter with the rain and the way both of your saliva starts mixing. He groans softly when you catch his bottom lip in between your teeth through his mask. Detaching after a slow tug.

“How about we speed this up-huh pet?" His other hand taking a hold of your throat and giving it a squeeze. You nod and with your own hands you unbuckle your cargo pants. Ghost takes his hands off your body and helps by pulling your pants down, below your ass. A short hiss leaving you as you feel the coldness of the night.

"Been wearing these along. Who could've known you were such a slut on the battle field." He says while soothing your cunt through your laced panties, his thumb applying pressure to your clit.

"Wear'em for you"

"Really?" He lets out a low cold chuckle, sliding your panties down to your pants. Moaning when he gives your ass a squeeze.

"hands on the wall sergeant"

You obey and hear him unbuckling his own pants, listening to him groaning when pumps his shaft a few times before tapping his wet tip on your cheeks. Ghost lifts you and slides his dick back and forth through your wet folds, feeling the girth and length as he humps you from behind.

“You okay with this doll? You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes. I want it, please Ghost-”

“Fuck’n hell. You’re going to be the end of me.”

Ghost slides the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly lets himself in and out. Your mouth agape and his hot breath bleeding through his mask into the cold air of the night. Thinking of the sight someone could catch you both in. Bent over and holding yourself against a bricked wall, the storm coving the lewd sounds carried with heavy breathing while your lieutenant fucks you from behind.

You both holding in the satisfaction of him inside you but failing as he slides his tip back out of you and slams his lengthy dick fully into your pussy. His heavy balls making contact with your ass and a splash occurring with the rain. Your loud moan cut out from Ghost coving your mouth with his gloved hands.

“Let’s keep those pretty moans for my ears only. Don’t want the whole city knowing I’m fucking you like this.”

Ghost continues fucking you, his dick deep inside your pussy, his balls splashing and hitting your ass with every thrust. You can feeling yourself at the edge of your climax.

“Need to cum Ghost- can’t go any longer…”

“Come on then pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, need to feel that fuck’n cunt tighten.”

He fucks you harder, until you moan ‘Ghost’ out, loud enough for him to take one of his gloves off and shove into your mouth. You cum hard onto his cock, tensing when tasting the metallic in your mouth as you whine into the his glove. Ghost shutters behind you, his cock twitching inside you as your walls tighten and your juices cover him.

“Gonna let me come inside you doll?”

You gag on the glove and he takes it out.

“Please Lieutenant, I need you.”

Ghost groans in the crook of your neck.

“Want me to breed your pretty pussy badly, huh-doll?”

“Yes-!”

You’re cut off with a hard slap on your ass and Ghost’s thrusting becomes unrhythmic. You listen to his hushed moans and heavy breaths as he stuffs his balls on your ass and coats your walls with his seed. You whimper from the feeling of his cock pulsing.

“Good girl, take it all in for your lieutenant.” Ghost continues riding out his high and doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He pulls your head back to see your face, only to find you practically drooling.

“You’ve gone cock dumb sergeant.” He chuckles and slows down, his cock softens inside you. Wiping away the drool with his one glove. He takes a hold of your chin as you both lock eye contact. From just the sight of him, your eyes shut and you cum on his soft dick. Ghost praises you through your second orgasm. You both feel the mix of cum dripping from your pussy down his shaft, undoubtedly staining Ghost’s pants. He groans while he pulls out carefully and you whimper from discomfort.

“You alright love?” He holds you, taking your now rough and wet hands off the wall, he begins to slowly massage them with his own calist hands. Until their back to their soft form inwhich he loves.

“Yes sir” You give him a warm smile that makes his pulse quicken. You rest your head back on his chest and begin lifting your pants up.

“Let me take care of you love-” You blush harder as he calls you that again. “-promise I’ll get you properly cleaned.” He slides your now drenched panties back up and pants. Buckling your belt for you, adjusting to the right fit. With the space you have you lean forward for him to slide his briefs back around his waist and pants. Giggling quietly when you hear him trying to rub off the cum that got on his pants with the rain. He wished you could see the smile that spreads on his face as he listens to your sweet giggles.

“We should get going y/n.” You hum, remembering where you really are. He helps you shuffle off him, trying to avoid anymore physical contact. You both begin to retrace your steps, now knowing the shadows are far gone. The street lights becoming more visible.

Before you get your gun out and focus back on the task at hand, you’re halted by Ghost turning you over to face him. He traps you against the cold wall with his large arms. You look up to him. Rain droplets failing from his skull mask and helmet. His eyes not leaving yours.

“Lieutenant?”

He detaches his skull mask and slowly lifts his balaclava up to his nose. Revealing the bottom half of his face. You observe his stubbled beard and slightly chapped lips, scars scattered around his face, one larger one extending across his lips. He looks down to your lips and his hands find the sides of your head. Ghost smashes his lips with yours. You both finding pleasure with his controlling mouth. Though he backs up and slides his balaclava back down, along with attaching his skull mask on.

“Let’s finish this mission and continue this later eh-sergeant?”

“Yes Lieutenant-”

“Atta girl.”

#simon riley x you #cod smut #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #call of duty smut #simon riley smut #cod one shot #call of duty mw2 #oneshot

1K notes · View notes

titlemewickedwonderland · 11 months

Text

Mask Off (Nameless Ghouls x Reader)

Summary: Nothing hurts more than never being able to see the people you love ever again. Death hurts even worse. So when Y/n, a sister of Sin within the folds of the Clergy gets word that her best friend back in her hometown is dead; she reacts in unexpected ways. The Ghouls know something's up with their favorite sibling and when they find out the truth behind her odd behavior they can only follow their instincts.

Prompt: "Let yourself fall apart, just for tonight. I'll make sure to hold you together."

Triggers: Mention of suicide, grief, angst, cursing, and comfort.

Support my work!

The beautiful thing about the Clergy was its vast diversity. Its range of ethnicity, personalities, and sexualities was large and accepting of those who wished to join the cause. Some siblings joined because they believed in the cause, others were fans who were recruited, and then there were those like Y/n who didn't have anywhere else to go because their family ties were severed or strained.

Y/n had always been the black sheep of the family; that weird sibling or cousin in the family that people would smile at and then talk behind their backs about her while she wasn't listening. She never really had friends; not really. Not those who would do almost anything for her or have her back in a spot of trouble. Except perhaps one. Y/n's best friend since middle school had been her strength for the longest time when she was still living with her parents and the closest thing Y/n had experienced as a family. While everybody else turned their backs on Y/n when she'd chosen to take part in the Clergy her BFF supported her despite both their struggles as outcasts.

Even when her best friend stayed behind in their small town while she went to join Ghost the two stayed in contact. Y/n often worried about them; knowing that they would get picked on and hounded because they were friends with 'that weird girl who left to join a satanic church'.

What Y/n didn't expect though was what would happen next. It'd been a year. A long year apart from her best friend but they kept in contact. Bff never once hinted at something being wrong. Y/n never even sensed the change or felt the brewing storm ahead. That was why the news came as a shock to her. No, perhaps not a shock more like a wrecking ball to her heart, which she'd left unguarded the past year as she'd gotten closer and closer to the Ghouls of the Clergy and made friends with other Siblings of the Church that had helped her break loose from her shell.

She should have known better. She should have seen the signs. And now it was too late to fix things. No one could talk to the dead or bring them back. Not even Papa.

The news came not from a phone call from family or even the police. The news came from Sister Imperator herself after the director had gotten a call from Y/n's best friend's uncle who her best friend had been living with at the time.

Y/n had woken up early that morning unable to sleep and decided to take on the tasks of chores she was supposed to do later that morning after breakfast when one of the older era ghouls came up to her while she was sweeping the corridors.

The girl had been idly sweeping while her earbuds rested in her ears blasting music when she'd looked up at the appearance of black boots she nearly swept some dirt and dust over causing her to jump backward and look up.

"Shit!" she yanked the buds from her ears and breathed a sigh when she noticed the familiar figure of the bulky ghoul in front of her. "Ifrit! I'm sorry I hadn't heard you. I was just listening to music and doing some chores a little earlier than usual...is everything okay? Can I help you with something?" she asked flashing him a warm smile.

The ghoul was silent for a moment; a feat that was not like Ifrit at all. He usually was joyous and loud, always physically affectionate and welcoming. But the way he stood there staring at her was unnerving making her think perhaps she'd gotten Ifrit and Alpha mixed up; they were similar in build after all but the notion was thrown out the window when Ifrit's voice spoke through the silver mask that covered his entire face.

"I'm sorry Sister. Would you mind following me? Sister Imperator wishes to see you."

Y/n blinked at him a moment in confusion. Had she done something wrong? Usually, when you were summoned to Sister Imperator's office it meant you'd done something wrong and that was exactly what Y/n thought happened. Had she forgotten a chore the other day? Did she do it wrong? Had she missed something important like a meeting or a ritual? She had been feeling awful tired recently for unknown reasons even to her so she'd been out of it a lot but she swore she hadn't done anything wrong, right?

"I-is...everything okay? Am I in trouble?" her eyes widened a bit fearful now.

Ifrit's head shook as he reached out in his usual form of physical affection to wrap a bulky arm around her shoulders. "No. You're not in trouble. Don't worry. Come on, let's not keep her waiting."

Comforted a little by the fact she wasn't in trouble and the familiar affection from the older ghoul Y/n followed along; leaving the broom leaning against the wall with the dustpan in the hall in favor of walking with Ifrit down the halls toward the director's office.

When they arrived at the office Y/n walked in a bit wary but curious...when she came out her face was utterly blank and her eyes dull. The words still bouncing in her head as she walked almost in a daze back to the broom and dustpan she's left out...continuing her work as if nothing had happened. But her movements were slow and sluggish; her mind not where it should be as she wracked over the news.

She didn't even realize when the siblings began to come out of their dorms for breakfast and greet her with a wave and calls of 'good morning' which were not returned as if they hadn't even been heard. She didn't even realize when the figures of a few familiar dark-clad figures came walking down the hall.

An arm was slung over her shoulders and her body was yanked playfully against a chest at her back as Swiss' voice boomed in greeting somewhere above her bent head.

"Y/n! Morning sweetheart! I heard you were up early-"

his words halted when her head raised and he had a glance at the glisten that coated her eyes before she ducked from beneath his hold and grabbed her cleaning supplies.

"I'm sorry Swiss. I'm very busy right now. I'll hang out another time." she didn't even spare the others a glance as she brushed past Rain and Sodo with her head bent out of view as she went back down the hall to put away her supplies.

"What was that about?" Rain murmured tilting his head and watching as the sibling raced down the hallway as if hell itself was at her heels.

"Something's not right..." Sodo muttered as he too watched before turning to look at Swiss who was staring after the girl with wide eyes behind his goggled mask stock still and frozen in the position he had been in with his arm hovering in midair as if he too couldn't believe she'd just brushed him off like that.

"She...."

"What? What's going on? Hey, do you know what's going on with Y/n she just completely ignored me when I said hi." Aether spoke up as he walked up with Mountain at his side.

"She was crying..." the ghouls turned to look at Swiss who dropped his stance and shook his head. "Y/n never cries..."

"She had a loved one pass away." The ghouls all turned to see Ifrit leaning against the wall behind Swiss; his silver mask leaned sideways against the stone wall as he studied the empty hallway.

"What?" Rain murmured suddenly feeling sad for their favorite sibling.

"Got the news this morning. Her best friend I think. Suicide from the sounds of it." Ifrit murmured before pushing himself up off the wall. "I'd be very careful around her for right now; she's fragile."

"Fuck, man." Sodo blew out a breath as he turned to look at his packmates.

There was a look that passed between them that clearly spoke volumes more than words could as they seemed to speak telepathically.

"Good luck." Ifrit waved to them as he turned knowing damn well Papa's ghouls wouldn't just sit back and do nothing while Y/n suffered alone at her loss.

You never know how strong a person is until they lose everything yet still keep going. To have the strength to get up in the morning and simply live. Y/n didn't feel strong. Even when she woke up day after day for the next week; sleep not coming to her so she'd often find herself finding ways to keep herself occupied. By cleaning, organizing, and even going so far as to pick up the work for others so that she didn't have to think about the pain in her heart.

But no one could be strong forever. To act immune and to carry on like nothing happened after such a loss. Whether family or friend; if someone has an impact on you and you lose that person it's one of the hardest things to endure. But just like a cup, it can overflow; there is just too much emotion going on that eventually it'll just combust.

The ghouls could sense it. The irritation, the lack of sleep, and the avoidance of everybody around her. Y/n was breaking and she'd stopped taking care of herself. So when she was in the kitchen preparing some food for the clergy for her morning shift as a cook with a few others and she'd dropped a plate with clumsy hands causing the porcelain to shatter into fragments on the floor they realized it was her breaking point.

Aether who had been helping in the kitchen with her (more so to keep an eye on Y/n than actually to help) was quick to rush to her side as Y/n dropped to the floor to pick up the shards and grasp with trembling fingers as she gripped the sharp pieces without care to safety.

"Hey! Hey hold on. I got it, it's okay -" Aether rushed to reassure the girl as he saw her tremble.

Y/n shook her head as she fought off his hands while trying to snag the pieces off the floor. "I-I got it Aether. It was my fault. I dropped it. I can clean it up. I have to, it's my fault and-" The quintessence's hands engulfed hers when she suddenly hissed and yanked her hands away from a bloodied piece of porcelain that had sliced her finger; stopping her movements and causing her to look up at him with teary bloodshot eyes with the dark circles from lack of sleep.

"Sweetie you look awful. How long has it been since you had a proper night's rest?" the ghoul murmured feeling his heartbreak at how awful she looked.

Y/n only shrugged and looked back down. It wasn't as if it was a secret anymore; it had spread like wildfire of the news. Starting from where she didn't know. But everybody seemed to know about her friend's death but no one seemed to know how to comfort the sibling.

"Come on, let's get your finger cleaned up and get you to bed okay? You need some rest. I'll have some tea made for you and-"

"I don't need to be fucking babied Aether!" Y/n voice rose sharply as she yanked her hands away and went to the sink to rinse the blood off.

The other sibling helping her cook for that morning looked over wide-eyed but Aether merely shook his head silently telling them not to interfere as he rose to his feet and walked over to the girl.

"I know, sweetheart," he replied softly as he came to stand beside her with watchful eyes. "But enough is enough...it's time you start taking care of yourself again. If you keep this up...you'll-"

"I'll what, Aether? Die? Maybe I deserve it! Maybe I fucking deserve to die! Maybe then I'd be able to see them again!" Y/n turned swiftly and stormed out of the kitchen moments after her outburst.

But Aether wouldn't let her get away that easy. Everybody else avoided her; afraid of her anger and her irritation. Afraid of what she would say when she broke. Not him, not him or his packmates. They wouldn't let her fade away or slip through their fingers because nobody wanted to help her.

So he chased after her; catching her in the hallway just as Sodo stepped into her path to block her. He'd smelled her blood. Aether knew. Sodo was the most sensitive to the scent of blood and he'd honed in on it like a shark. But not to devour her instead he blocked her path from escaping as Aether blocked her back.

"Come on baby doll. It's time to stop running." Sodo murmured holding his hands up as she shifted as if she was going to run around him.

"You won't let me go. Will you?" Y/n stared daggers at the two of them.

"Aw, sweetheart you know we'd fight for you to the end. Even if it means we have to fight you to save you from yourself." Swiss sidled up beside Sodo in the hall blocking her in even more; caging her from escaping.

She stared at them for what felt like an eternity before her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay..." she finally whispered. "You win."

A pair of arms slipped under her knees and her back before she was suddenly pulled up into Sodo's arms; despite being such a small fellow he had some strength in those lithe muscles as he carried her down the hall. But not towards the sibling's quarters but further past into a hallway she rarely went into - the Ghoul wing.

Swiss opened the door into the common room and Sodo slipped inside followed by the Multi-ghoul and the quintessence ghoul at his heels. Y/n leaned her head against Sodo's shoulder; feeling the rough frill fabric of the shoulder pads of his uniform as he stalked inside and placed himself on the big couch with her on his lap. She didn't protest while she soaked up his heat.

She didn't fight when Mountain came around the couch to sit beside her and grab her hand; examining the cut finger before he began to apply ointment and bandage it. She allowed her eyes to stay closed and her mind go foggy as she lulled herself into Sodo's chest for once feeling as if she wouldn't fall apart - wondering why she had been so afraid of someone trying to comfort her. Because she was scared of looking weak. Of allowing herself to be weak after being the one who always smiled and comforted other people.

When Sodo began to shift off the couch her eyes opened in startlement only to find that while she had been zoned out the others had rearranged the common room; The furniture had been shoved aside and a pile of blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and other articles of comfort lay in a pile on the floor like some kind of hurricane had gone through the rooms.

Her body was placed onto a soft comforter and she looked up at the towering figures above her in confusion. She didn't have long to wait as the lights were dimmed to their lowest settings and the sound of clanking helmets began to be unfastened. She was surprised when a warm body dropped down beside her on the comforter and she turned her head to see the familiar glow of orange from Sodo's eyes as he pulled her into his side.

She hadn't seen the ghouls without their masks before and even though the dimness prevented many of their features to be hard to see she still sensed a form of vulnerability from them as the others came to the makeshift nest on the floor. Mountain ended up as a cushion for the others as he lounged and stretched out against the pillows. Sodo's head rested against the Earth ghoul's thigh while Y/n rested on the Fire ghoul's chest. Swiss' body came to curl around Y/n from behind and rested his head on Mountain's stomach. Aether draped himself behind Sodo and his arm draped over Rain who'd slithered his way between Sodo and Y/n; resting his dark curly head on her stomach and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She was bracketed and pinned beneath and between the ghouls in a form of a ghoulish cuddle pile but she couldn't find it in herself to feel the irritation and anger of being smothered. Instead, she felt the soft rumbles of her friends like a physical thrum vibrating through her from all sides while clawed hands stroked parts of her they could reach in ways of comfort while tails curled around limbs. She'd never felt so supported and safe then she had in such a long time that it actually made her tear up.

Aether seemed to sense it as he gently stroked his knuckles along her temple. "Hey, it's okay. We're right here sweetheart."

"Take your mask off; just for today," Swiss added as he nuzzled her shoulder.

Rain tipped his head up to look at her; his blue eyes gazing at her with a sense of acceptance instead of pity - glittering with tears of his own as he seemed to feel her pain. "You don't have to put up a brave face with us, love."

"Let yourself fall apart if you have to." Mountain added from above her as his large hand petted her hair.

Y/n felt her lip tremble as her throat closed up with emotion. They were so kind to her. Always even when Sodo pranked her or when Swiss would flirt with her. When Aether dragged her into some kind of mischief when Mountain and Rain would help her with her chores or teach her about nature. They had always been there for her so why had she pushed them away when she needed them the most? Because she was stubborn and hot-headed...too independent. Or maybe because growing up she'd learned love didn't come easy and lies could be deceived through honeyed lips and false smiles.

The first tear slipped down her cheek and she closed her eyes. No one had been there for her except for her friend. But that didn't mean she was alone anymore; because even when her friend was gone from this world. Losing a battle that no one helped fight with them; Y/n's best friend gave her these ghouls to her to show her she didn't have to be alone anymore.

And so she cried. The tears came like a torrent rain as the oceans of emotion, grief, and sadness...of acceptance and love pooled inside of her and escaped through her eyes. She cried for her lost friend who'd been her everything and she cried for herself; of the memories she had and would forever cherish - of the opportunity she realized she had to make more memories with the people who truly cared about her like her best friend had.

The arms around her tightened and Sodo pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead; whispering against her skin as he felt his own throat close up with emotion as he listened to her sob.

"You'll be alright, baby girl. We promise to hold you together."

#ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost oneshot #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #angst #oneshot

171 notes · View notes

cherryredstars · 5 months

Text

You love going to the pub with Simon Riley.

He doesn't go often, only going when the lads force him to. But he always brings you along, mumbling something about how you make it more tolerable. But your brain always gets so fuzzy when you're out with him, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol.

It's the way he throws his arm around the back of your chair without much thought every time. How his warmth soaks through your skin from behind your head as he leans the mass of muscles overtop the back of the booth you share. How his large hand grasps the lip of the stool you're on in a tight fist, hiding the view of your ass from unwanted eyes.

It's from the way he looks at you. He has that lazy, bored look in his half-lidded eyes. He keeps his gaze stuck to your face, only looking away to roll his eyes at something one of the lads say. He's always looking for your reaction, eyes glued to you as the boys tell a story or make a joke. An aching pressure forms between your legs from the way he studies you when it's your turn to speak. His eyes are dimmed from the low lighting, looking down at you from the edge of his glass of whiskey as he takes a slow sip.

Your mind goes blank from how close he gets. It's loud and rowdy at every pub. The sound of drinks being made, the lads talking, and the loud blaring of the tele's rugby game making the environment deafening. Even with Simon's trained ears, he has to lean down to hear you. His neck cranes down, his upper body bending forward slightly so you can talk directly into his ear. You almost forget what you needed to say, the mix of his cologne and whiskey filling all your senses.

Don't even get yourself started with when he needs to speak to you. His hand moves from behind you, cradling the back of your neck as he pushes your body close to him. It's completely unnecessary seeing as you're practically glued to his side already, but you can't help the dazed look on your face as you give him your full attention. His breath is hot against your ear and cheek, hand massaging the nape of your neck absent-mindedly. It carries the smell of alcohol and a bit of tobacco, but you find it way more attractive than you should. Most of the time, you don't even process what he said, making him squeeze the back of your neck slightly to draw out your response. You simply nod along, clearly clueless. It makes Simon chuckle out a scoff, reaching into your side pocket to grab the lighter he was asking you for so he can go smoke outside.

In all honestly, it's probably from the smoke breaks he forces you to come along for. He refused to leave your side, even if it's to go to the bathroom or to the bar for a refill. He'll stand outside the door or behind you at the bar, waiting patiently and observing the terrain until you're ready to go back to the guys. So you pay it back by leaning against the cold brick wall, watching as Simon flicks the flame over the end of his cigarette before taking deep drags. You're completely mesmorized, watching the way the moonlight makes his side profile glow as puffs of nicotine smoke leave his mouth.

His nose is slightly pink from the cold, and he shrugs in his jacket in an effort to keep warm. Orange bits of burnt tobacco flake from the end of the cigarette as he breathes in the addictive chemical, eyes watching as scarce cars drive past. When he gets to his last inhale, he pulls the bud away but keeps the smoke trapped in his mouth. He turns to you, expectedly, holding the cigarette end away and to the side as you walk up to him. His other hand, warm from being in his sweater the whole time, grasps your chin as he opens your mouth with the slight pressure from his thumb. He takes a second to readjust your head, tipping it slightly up at him in the perfect angle. He leans in real close, tilting his head slightly to the side as he stares into your eyes. His lips are centimeters away from yours, parting and blowing the smoke into your awaiting mouth.

You desperately try to breathe it in before the winter wind can take it from you. Simon hums, rewarding you with a quick peck to your lips before he’s turning away and crushing the cigarette between the cement and his heavy boot. He doesn't wait around in the cold, walking back to the entrance of the pub. He presses his back against the open door, letting the cold wind in as he waits for you to enter first. You already know his smoke break means the end of the night out, not a bit surprised when Simon mumbles as you walk past him to finish your drink and gather up your shit so the two of you can finally go home.

And the whole way home, you find that you can't think past the dizzying fog in your mind as the masculine figure besides you drives back to the flat.

2K notes · View notes

vhsgoghs · 2 months

Text

similar (Simon Riley one shot)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC

Resumen: Ghost tiene que recibir a una nueva recluta que casualmente se llama igual que él.

TW: none

nota: también disponible en wattpad (vhsgoghs)

★ english ver here

Simon no era excepcionalmente hábil con las personas. Lo era, si se lo proponía, pero ese día en particular no se había levantado de buen humor, tampoco tenía el ánimo para socializar con alguien nuevo y aunque pidió con todas sus fuerzas que alguien más tomara su lugar, cualquier fuerza de la naturaleza pareció abandonarlo ese día.

La llegada de soldados nuevos podía considerarse algo positivo; una ayuda extra jamás debía ser rechazada, sin embargo, odiaba ser el responsable de recibirlos, no le importaba estar ahí como una especie de apoyo silencioso, pero preferiría que otra persona manejara las presentaciones.

Al llegar a la entrada principal, solo se encontró con una camioneta vacía y dos personas que parecían esperar a alguien, ¿eran ellos? Era poco probable, el chico recargado sobre la puerta del conductor le resultaba familiar, pero la chica pequeña a su lado parecía todo menos una soldado.

¿Por qué todas las chicas que conocía eran tan bajitas? O tal vez él era demasiado alto.

—¡Ghost! —El chico se acercó estrechando su mano, un saludo que él aceptó casi de inmediato—. Price me dijo que vendrías tú, así que es toda tuya —habló soltando una risa antes de alejarse, parecía desesperado por irse.

—Oye, espera, ¿dónde está el nuevo soldado? —preguntó, girándose para mirarlo. El chico se detuvo y señaló a la persona detrás de él.

—Buena suerte, habla demasiado.

Ghost giró confundido y se sobresaltó ligeramente cuando la chica estuvo cerca de él. Retrocedió un paso, sintiendo que estaban invadiendo su espacio personal.

—¿Eres la nueva recluta? —La chica asintió sin dudarlo, emocionada por esta nueva etapa—. No eres algo... joven. —Ghost levantó una ceja, aunque la chica no podía darse cuenta debido a su máscara.

Si alguien le hubiera dicho que la desconocida tenía diez años, lo habría creído sin pensar, sintió una punzada de culpa al observar cómo su sonrisa se desvanecía y su ceño se fruncía. Sin duda, había dicho algo mal.

—Tengo veinticuatro —dijo, señalando el portapapeles que tenía entre sus manos. Ghost bajó su mirada para leer lo básico sobre su información, solo para confirmar que, efectivamente, la chica tenía veinticuatro años. No podía quejarse; era varios años mayor que él cuando ingresó al ejército.

—Entonces... —Hizo una pausa mirando a su nombre, y ahora fue su ceño el que se frunció al notar el nombre de la chica—. ¿Ghosty? —La chica asintió, acomodando la mochila sobre sus hombros—. ¿Tu nombre es Ghosty?

La chica volvió a asentir sin entender el problema, no era su primer traslado, no entendía por qué esa vez estaba tomando tanto tiempo. Usualmente, alguien llegaba, la introducía con rapidez a su nuevo cuartel y apenas le explicaba lo que tendría que hacer ahí.

—¿Hay algún problema?

Ghost negó. No era una persona que se burlara con frecuencia, pero en esos momentos, deseó reír debido a la enorme coincidencia.

—Suena falso, ¿te cambiaste el nombre?

—No —negó balanceándose en sus talones, desesperada por terminar con aquellas preguntas que no parecían ser parte de la rutina.

—¿Es algún nombre clave?

—No, es mi nombre. —Que las personas dudaran de su nombre no era nada nuevo, pero jamás habían dudado de su nombre después de ver sus papeles; era algo evidente—. ¿Por qué?

Se quedó en silencio durante algunos segundos, esa mañana se había propuesto comportarse de la mejor manera posible, podía no haberse despertado de buen humor, pero era su trabajo. No podía darse el lujo de ser grosero.

—Nada... Soy Ghost, por cierto. —Extendió su mano en señal de saludo, pero la chica no respondió.

Llevó una de sus manos a la boca, claramente expresando sorpresa.

—No puede ser, no puede ser, ¿te llamas Ghost? —Él asintió—. Eso quiere decir que somos como... compañeros de nombre.

La chica soltó una risa y Ghost hizo su mayor esfuerzo por no prestar atención al revoltijo en su estómago. No era la primera vez que veía a un nuevo recluta emocionado por estar ahí, con el paso del tiempo, él se había acostumbrado a despertar todos los días en el mismo lugar.

—Claro que no, me obligaron y por eso estoy aquí. —Sacudió su cabeza en negación y pasó uno de sus brazos por los hombros de la chica, obligándola a caminar junto a él.

No era fan del contacto físico, pero por alguna razón, no le molestó sentir a la chica inclinarse ligeramente y pegarse a él. Le causaba gracia su altura y le resultaba curioso lo alegre que parecía, sabía que no iba a durar mucho, o al menos eso quería pensar, que se trataba de burla y no de algo más.

—Pero vamos a trabajar juntos, ¿no? —preguntó frunciendo el ceño.

—Sí, pero no tienes que actuar como si fuéramos mejores amigos.

—¿Por qué no? Somos Ghosty y Ghost. —Ambos caminaron por los pasillos; la chica parecía no querer caminar por su cuenta, así que él mantuvo su brazo alrededor de sus hombros—. Tal vez nos puedan llamar "los chicos Ghost".

—Vuelves a decir eso y te juro que no me vuelves a ver en tu vida. —Ghost quiso sonar intimidante, pero por alguna razón, su voz se suavizó.

Ghost fue rápido. Explicó lo básico pensando que alguien podría después explicarle el resto, no quería pasar más tiempo del debido junto a ella.

Ghosty conoció su nueva habitación cerca de diez minutos después. No era demasiado diferente a las otras habitaciones que había tenido en el pasado; sin embargo, sentía una vibra extraña en su interior, había deducido que ese hombre no quería pasar tiempo con ella.

—¡Espera! —habló cuando notó que Ghost estaba a punto de marcharse.

Extrañamente, él no la ignoró, no parecía ser alguien grosero, pero sin duda, lucía como alguien completamente reservado que no hacía muchos amigos y por su actitud, supuso que ella no era alguien que pronto formaría parte de su grupo de amigos.

—¿Quieres ir a comer algo? —preguntó. Aquellas palabras salieron de su boca sin pensarlo, sonaba estúpido; ¿por qué iba a invitarlo a comer cuando tenían una cafetería? No necesitaba su invitación para ir a comer.

Ghost se quedó en silencio durante algunos segundos, su primer instinto fue rechazar la invitación, recordando que aquel día no había amanecido de buen humor, pero eso parecía haberse esfumado cuando la miró.

—Claro, te mostraré dónde está la cafetería. —Asintió, haciendo una señal para que saliera de la habitación junto a él.

Ghosty sonrió triunfante; su plan de hacer amigos parecía estar funcionando, o al menos ese hombre con quien compartía nombre no se había negado a aceptar su propuesta.

Ghost sintió un revoltijo cuando la chica se unió a él. Tal vez no sería demasiado malo tener a alguien tan alegre a su alrededor.

No sería la última vez que vieron a Ghosty y Ghost juntos.

#call of duty #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley oneshot #simon riley imagines #ghost one shot #ghost oneshot #simon riley x oc #cod fanfic #cod ghost #cod oneshot #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #simon riley fanfic #simon riley

24 notes · View notes

sillystargirll · 1 year

Text

Give and Take

your always ghost late booty call~

Ghost had always done what he wanted. And you had always done what he wanted. Letting him use your body to take out his anger, allowing his rough hands around your throat, whatever it was you did it. You made each other feel better. Feel good .

You knew he frequently he was always away in deployments. It didn’t matter. When he called or told you to come over, you always answered. You always humored him. Time and time again. You watched him indulge himself in self destruction.

Using meaningless alcohol and sex in a futile attempt to distract from the pain of his past. It didn’t help, He would come drunk after a night in the bar with his team banging on your door at 3:15 in the morning begging for a quick fuck.

Deep down you knew his bad habits were spreading to you like a disease. You’d even begun to have a cigarette or two when the stress of life became too much. The feeling of the smoke filling your lungs reminded you of his touch.

Your phone buzzes indicating a text.

Ghost types, sending an attached address of a nearby hotel.

A second text.

The room number and room passcode.

It shouldn't be like this.

Every time he comes calling, those words relentlessly echo in your mind.

But you always end up together again and you know you shouldn't

Ignoring him, you hop in the shower. The hot water trickling down your body feels like a warm cleanse from his bullshit. You let yourself sink down to the shower floor, releasing a pent up sob of frustration and pain. He can’t keep having this ruthless control over you. It’s exhausting. And it fucking hurts.

Looking up into the streams of water emitting from the shower head, they feel like strings. Silk strings sewn into your body by his hands. With tugging and pulling, he could get you to do anything he wanted. As if you were his personal little puppet. The water keeps pattering down, each drop adding to your sorrow. None of it fucking matters anyway. His touch feels too good to let go.

After slowly rising from the floor, you finish washing up. Stepping out of the shower and letting the steam surround you feels like a warm hug. Drying off and getting dressed is a blur. You know what will happen once you leave this bathroom. Once you leave this room. This apartment.

You’ll be his again.

It's been two and a half hours since he texted.

You swipe on some eyeliner hoping it will be enough to ease his unhappiness when you show up late. Although it was unspoken, you knew Ghost loved it when you wore eyeliner with mascara. He loved seeing it run down after he was done with you. After he’d made you his mess.

Sitting in your car in the parking lot of the hotel as you light a cigarette, the dashboard clock glows faintly, displaying the time 2:20 AM.

You step out of your car, hearing it’s familiar beep as you click the keys, signifying it has been successfully locked. The stars messily scattered across the night sky seem to frown down upon you. Disappointed and disapproving of the choice, no the same fucking mistake, they’ve watched you make over and over again.

Fidgeting with the lighter in your pocket and taking a deep breath, you walk inside the hotel. Almost as if on autopilot your body seems to move on its own. It feels like it doesn’t belong to you. Entering the elevator and pressing the button for the third floor you can almost feel his pull, drawing you into his arms.

The hotel door is slightly ajar. The scent of smoke oozes out, along with the faint sound of feminine laughter. Prying the door open you can finally see him. With the room in full view you suddenly notice.

You open The hotel door is slightly ajar. The scent of smoke oozes out, Prying the door open you can finally see him. With the room in full view you suddenly notice closing the door.

Ghost sits in the sides of bed that faces your way, His eyes pierce you as Ghost takes a long drag on his cigarette before exhaling.

you Shoot a glance down at his crotch, you notice the growing bulge in his pants.

"Get on your knees and blow me."

Fuck.

Thinking to yourself you can already feel the weight of the regret of what you’re about to do.

I could put an end to this.

I could go home.

you slowly walk to him approaching him and you get to your knees in front of him. He gently pets your hair.

his hand slides down to cup your face. Thumb smudging your eyeliner, he asks, “Did you get all dolled up for me?” You slowly nod your head, pulling down his boxers.

"you never cease to amaze me."

As expected he’s already slick with pre - cum. You kiss his dripping head, then move your way to his shaft, licking your way from the base up. Using your hands to work your way up and down, you slowly stroke his wet cock.

He groans when you finally put your drooling mouth on him, working your tongue around to increase his pleasure. With his fingers tangled in your hair he looks down at you, “Fuck, you look so pretty like this doll.”

Any discomfort fades to the back of your mind as he groans again and manages, “Shit, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your head throbs as his grip tightens on your hair, pushing you down.

“Harder.”

You start to fully take him in your pretty mouth, one inch at a time, fighting the urge to gag. He thrusts his hips, forcefully pushing further into you.

“I said harder.”

Your tongue swirls around his blushing head, saliva mixing effortlessly with his pre - cum. He starts to twitch and you can tell he’s close. With his hips rolling, he hits the back of your throat, making your eyes brim with water and causing you to gag.

He grunts and lets out low moans as he releases into your small mouth. Chest heaving with each breath, he strings out swears, letting the pleasure surge through his body. You look up at him, mouth full of his warm cum. Stroking your hair once more he breathes,

“You did so well.”

You can tell he’s still coming down from the high of his orgasm based on the way his cock twitches and the way his breathing stays labored. Brushing the tears from your eyes with his thumb, he lets the saltwater mix with your eyeliner and streak down your face.

Then he takes another hit of his dying cigarette, letting the smoke slowly trail out of his mouth and into the hotel air. Looking down at you, his free hand moves its way down to your throat. He holds your neck, asking, “Have you still not swallowed yet?”

You shake your head. He teases, “Waiting for my permission?” You nod. It had become a force of habit. Waiting for his next order, his next command. You were aware it just furthered his power over you, furthered the control he had, but it was the way things had always been and the way they would continue to be.

His fingers continue squeezing at your throat. Ghost liked to feel you swallow, to feel his seed go all the way down. “Well then, go ahead swallow.” Cum trailing down your throat, you swallow, his hand keeping its grip. Once you're done, it moves to cup your cheek. Smoke seeps into the air as he asks, “How come I never see you being selfish?”

The question catches you off guard.

“What?”

He scoffs, “Don’t make me repeat myself, you’re not fucking deaf last time I checked. Why is it that I never see you doing things for yourself?" You’re taken by surprise as his lips suddenly meet yours, but nonetheless you melt into his touch.

“Why don’t you ever make yourself feel good, hmm?”, he hums.

You pull away from him, “I-..”

“What, you don’t know?”

You watch as he takes yet another hit, smoke leaking out of his mouth.

“Well do you want to try?”

Looking up at him with confusion you ask, “To make myself feel good?”

Stroking your cheek, he puts his mouth close to your ear and whispers, “Use my body to make yourself cum as hard as you fucking can. Be selfish for once.”

He smells like smoke.

A shiver zigzags down your spine, then runs its way throughout your body. He grabs your face, giving it a firm squeeze before getting up. Taking a few steps, he puts his cigarette out on the ashtray that lies on the table next to the bed.

“Are you up for it?”, he asks.

"I think so."

He sets his back against the beds headboard. “Come over here then.”

You rise from the hotel floor, ignoring the soreness of your knees and jaw. Sitting beside him you begin to tug off your shirt. As the fabric covers your eyes when you pull it over your head, his rough fingers catch you by surprise, trailing the skin of your chest.

Once you’ve removed your bottoms you sit in front of him exposed, wearing only your undergarments. He moves in, kissing at the crook of your neck, letting his hands wander down your body. You let yourself do the same, feeling his toned out body beneath along with the hardness in his pants. He lifts his balaclava he whispers while biting at your ear, “Get on top of me.”

He positions himself with freeing his cock from his boxers as you move into a position where you are perching on top of his lap, your legs straddling him. His fingers then pull down the fabric that separates your skin from his, sliding your damp panties away. You feel the head of his dick graze your dripping entrance.

With your arms draped over his frame, you lower yourself onto him, gasping as he fully sheaths himself inside of you. Remembering what Ghost told you earlier, you attempt to move your hips, trying to find the angle and rhythm that will give you the most pleasure. After a couple fleeting attempts you look at him with an expression of sexual frustration and exasperation.

“Fuck you’re bad at this”, he chuckles darkly, “This is why you need me to do all the work. You’re helpless without me.” You can feel the tears threatening to spill out from his harsh words.

He frowns, “C’mon now, don’t cry doll..” Wiping your eyes he says, “I’ll make you feel better don’t worry,” You sniffle, nodding your head. He places both of his sturdy hands on your hips. You know they'll be bruised in the morning. He begins moving you in a slow and deliberate circular motion.

“Back and forth just like that..”, he says, “You think you can manage?”

You nod. Ghost keeps you in a steady position, squeezing harshly onto your sides. One of his hands moves further down, thumbing your clit. Varying the pressure, he strokes in small circles. A familiar warmth starts to build in your stomach. He’s starting to feel good too, his breathing getting heavier as he commands and works your body as if it’s his own.

“Focus on getting yourself off."

You oblige, slowly moving up and down his length, following your body's response. Alternating your pace, you grind down your hips onto his, movement feeling like an elaborate art. Your hands claw at his back and your jaw slacks to let out satisfied moans, as your movement finally starts to lead to pleasure.

You gasp when his grip on you tightens and he starts to help you work towards your growing climax, slowly thrusting in and out. You pant as the friction, along with the heat in your stomach, starts to build. His hips relentlessly buck against you, hands never stopping torturing your clit. His lips brush against your chest, and you feel his hot tongue swirling on your nipples. He bites and sucks at them, forcing a moan out of you. It all feels so overstimulating.

Yet so fucking good.

You lightly bounce on his dick, insides gripping him desperately.

As you whine and pant, nearing your climax, he continues to feel your whole body, admiring his claim over it. How he knows it’s his. The dam of pleasure building in your stomach feels like it’s about to burst. And you want it so badly. Your nails dig into his skin with desperation, searching for something to hold on to as you approach orgasm. You call out his name. “Ghost, I’m gonna-”

The words fail to come out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air as waves of heat and pleasure seep into your body. Feeling your back arch, you let your mouth fall open slightly, setting free a sound between a moan and whine, all that you’re capable of saying as you come hard onto his dick. Just as it feels like you're about to slowly descend from your high, you hear a low growl rise from Ghost's throat .“I know you can do better than that.”

Issuing a challenge, he suddenly presses harder into you

All sound coming from your mouth falls short as he thrusts harder and deeper than before. The pleasure is almost unbearable. Your fingers grip desperately at the headboard and tangle in Ghost’s hair. It feels as if your entire body can feel nothing but pure pleasure, mind completely blank. Your walls clench around him, twitching and pulsing.

Your moans and pants fill the room as you ride out the strong sensation. Holding you tight, he groans and tries to catch his breath, steadily coming down from his own orgasm. He then pushes his palm on your stomach, admiring how deep he is inside you, and how good he made you feel.

His free hand soothes your hair as he pants, “You look like a mess sweetheart. ”

Ignoring his comment on your disheveled appearance you take slow controlled breaths. Exhausted from the mess he’s made of you, you let your eyes slowly close, savoring the feeling of his skin on yours.'

The sound of a door slowly being opened wakes you up from your sleep. Faint light shines through the cracks, showing Ghost’s black leather jacket as he makes his leave.

You sit up from the hotel bed, your sudden movement causing him to stands still for a moment not turning back to you, you can feel tears threating to spill from your eyes. after a couple of seconds he gently closes the door from behind him leaving you in complete darkness, you sulk and tears stream down your face.

#mw2 ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost oneshot #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost fanfiction #ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #mw2 smut #mw2 2022

242 notes · View notes