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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Triggers: ooey gooey love

Chapter Five: Sugar

One Week Later

Mind. Blowing. Sex. You savored the moments between the three of you like a decadent chocolate melting on your tongue. But you also craved the intimacy of one on one time, truly the best of both worlds when it came to König and Ghost. They were still figuring each other out, the dynamics they forged working together helping the process along, but you were a much needed reprieve for both of them at the end of the day. One whole week of sharing each other in every way felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end and hopefully, if you were reading the situation correctly you would never need to worry about that.

König shuffled through the front door and dropped his bag on the floor before rushing over to you and pulling you up and into his arms. You wound your legs around his waist and hugged him back, loving the intensity with which this man showed you affection. “Did the bed get delivered, Schatz?” His sweet voice was muffled against your neck. You nodded against him. You realized his height combined with two massive men sleeping in the same bed as you made no sense in your small king - so you sprung or rather they sprung on a custom bed so everyone was more comfortable. You had to get creative altering your sheets to fit but at the end of the day it was a small price to pay to have them both with you at night. You slept so deeply in the middle of them, you had no idea how you were going to cope the next time they went on a mission.

He walked over to the couch and settled you comfortably on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face. “König, can I kiss you?” He nodded and you lifted his mask off, setting it on the back of the couch and smoothed your hands through his hair. His gorgeous eyes closed at the contact and he let out a soft sigh. You loved touching his hair, the silky strands made you slightly envious but it was the sheer vulnerability he showed you that really made your heart melt. You leaned in to kiss him gently, which then turned steamier when he nipped your lip. He slid his tongue between your lips and you opened, granting him access to plunder you. You kissed him back with abandon and started a gentle rock of your hips on his lap.

“Nothing better than coming home to your partners making out on the couch.” Ghost huffed with feigned irritability. “Sure wish poor Simon over here got an invite.” You laughed against König’s lips. “Get over here, then.” Ghost pulled off his mask and rushed over to the couch - ever the eager one for affection these days. You pulled his face toward you and kissed him deeply. König pulled him away from you as soon as he could and gripped the back of his neck, kissing him with a sensuality you felt voyeuristic watching. Ghost sat back with a dreamy look on his face. “Now that’s the way I want to be greeted everytime I come home, loves.” König shook his head and smiled, you just looked between them with enough love pouring out of you to blanket all three of you.

Ghost gave König a look and then they turned their twin attention on you. You smiled, happy to be the center of their world. “We have something for you, liebling.” You had no idea what it could possibly be aside from sex and somehow that just didn’t seem like what they were talking about. Both men reached into their respective pockets and presented their item to you.

In König’s hand was a stunning sapphire and white gold ring. Covering your mouth with one hand, staring up at him in shock, you were absolutely speechless. “I want you to know that I have a long way to go with learning how to be vulnerable with someone else, Mein Schätzelein. But I am falling in love with you and want you to have a piece of me with you always.” You stuck your left hand out and let him slip the ring onto your bare finger. As he slid it along your flesh, you felt something digging into your finger. Before you could think much of it, Ghost drew your attention to him and presented his ring. A brilliant emerald set in white gold, you noticed it mirrored the ring now resting on your finger, just opposite. “You know that I love you, and now that we have König to complete us, we wanted to make sure you had a reminder of our love everyday.” He repeated the process König just completed and you felt the same sharp sensation. Puzzled, you looked between them.

“You see, loving us isn’t always going to be easy. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. But if you try to remove the rings they’ll dig into you and draw blood.” Your eyes widened. König picked up where Ghost left off. “You’re ours.” The symbolism wasn’t lost on you. You adored their sharp way of loving you and having a reminder that you were theirs was never a bad thing. The rings fit against each other as they were designed to, perfectly.

A happy tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I love you both more than I could have ever imagined loving someone else.” They wrapped their arms around you. “I am yours, both of yours. Forever.”

The End

Note from Tatooinequeen; I always planned this fic to be about five chapters but…if you want an epilogue just let me know. 👉🏼👈🏼

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Master list

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Also available on Ao3

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfic #smut #ghost fanfiction #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig x reader #why choose

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Triggers: uh yeah we got some double penetration and breath play, light degradation

Chapter Four: RUNRUNRUN

Your week with König went by way too fast for either of your likings. From barely any contact to finding every single sweet spot on the other had been the most decadent experience and you never wanted it to end. Not for the first time since bringing it up with Ghost and then sharing this intimacy with König, you caught yourself daydreaming about what life with these two men would be like. They both had their issues, but who didn’t when they were affiliated with the military? It worked with Ghost and somewhere in the hopeful part of your brain you thought you could make it work with König too. Them together though? That was the next big hurdle.

You were laying on König’s chest, his hand stroking through the strands of your hair when the front door opened. “So I am taking it everything went off without a hitch?” You jumped up from your spot on the couch and leapt into Ghost’s arms. Peppering his mask with kisses you poured out your love. “I missed you so much, Simon.” He held onto you and tipped his head, or tried to in between your kiss barrage, to König who was standing somewhere behind you. It would seem that your big Austrian lost his voice again because when Ghost asked him how the week went he just lifted a shoulder and nodded. You untangled yourself from Ghost’s embrace and walked over to stare up at your other man. “König, are you okay?” You grabbed one of his hands, dwarfing your own. “Yes, Mein Schätzelein.” But he wasn’t staring back at you, he was locked onto Ghost’s gaze. You tilted your head to the side confused and considered what was going on between them.

Ghost walked over and put his hands on your waist. “Now that I’m home love, I think we should play a little game. Just the three of us.” You leaned back into him, still holding König’s hand and the connection with the two sent sparks flying across your skin. Caught between them you asked with a smirk, “What kind of game?” König leaned forward and bent so he was eye level with you. His gorgeous eyes smoldered in such a delicious way that it was nearly impossible not to lean in and pull up his mask to kiss him.

“Simon and I are going to hunt you through the woods.” You sucked in a breath, wetness pooling between your legs instantly. Ghost spoke softly into your ear, “And when we catch you, we are both going to fuck you until we break you.”

You could feel the adrenaline coating your tongue. You wanted that more than anything in the entire world. “Okay, when do we start?” Your men laughed in sync and your heart fluttered happily. König pulled your hand and Ghost’s grip on your waist sent you in the direction of the back door. Your house backed up against a dense wood and when you three stepped outside you realized it was drizzling. It was dusk, the light fleeing with the day and the thought of running through the trees with these trained operatives hunting you made you want to scream in excitement.

“Run, love.” Ghost whispered from behind you. “Yes, run liebling.”

…

Your breaths whooshed out of you, entirely too loud in the forest and fully threatening to give your hiding spot away. By your approximation you had avoided capture from your men for about fifteen minutes and while it was exhilarating, your body was vibrating with sexual tension. You wanted to be caught. They were trained for this and you were very unprepared. You pulled your tank top away from your sweat and rain soaked skin and listened for any indication they had found you.

You were staring into a thicket of smaller trees planning your next move when a muscled arm banded around your waist. You shrieked, part in excitement and part in surprise. “Shhh little girl, you’ve been caught.” The deep German accent made you want to relax into König’s arms but before you could he threw you over his shoulder. “König! What are you doing!” You wriggled around, trying in vain to get down before he slapped your ass sharply. A moan slipped from your lips without warning.

König walked for a while, his big hand resting on your ass just begging for another reason to spank you when you arrived at a clearing in the trees. Stepping through and setting you down, König revealed Ghost standing next to a large flat stone. It looked archaic and you wondered how you had never known it was here before. As if it was waiting to reveal itself until the right time. Ghost walked forward and ran his hands up your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he reached the neckline of your tank top, he ripped it right in two. You gasped, your body exposed suddenly. König reached around your hips to drag your leggings off, leaving you in your bra and thong. They didn’t say a word, leading you to the stone. Ghost lifted you onto it and gestured for you to lie down. He positioned your arms above your head and your fingers gripped the edge of the stone.

It was König’s turn to caress your skin, trailing his hands down your waist and thighs in a hypnotic rhythm. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation when you heard the snick of a knife being unsheathed. You looked down and both men were giving you their eyes, standing on either side of the stone at your thighs. König ran the tip of the knife up your stomach, your eyes fluttered closed. He sliced through your bra expertly and when you opened your eyes once more you saw him hand the knife to Ghost who quickly shredded your thong into tatters at your waist. A thought flitted through your mind that this might be the single most erotic thing you had ever been part of.

“Here is what’s going to happen, love.” You locked gazes with Ghost, listening to his every word. “You’re going to close your eyes for us. König is going to feast on your pretty little pussy and I am going to fuck your mouth.” You bit your lip and nodded. He winked at you and that was the last thing you saw as you obeyed and closed your eyes.

The loss of sight was freeing, allowing you to feel every caress, every kiss against your skin. Just as König’s warm breath coasted over your drenched pussy, you felt Ghost’s hand grip your jaw, demanding you open your mouth. Like the good girl you are, you obeyed once more. He traced your lips with the head of his impressive cock, smearing precum around like lipstick. His grip relaxed as he slipped inside your mouth, simultaneous with König’s wide tongue licking through your folds. You let out a strangled moan around Ghost’s cock, barely able to breathe as you sucked and licked him. He rocked his hips into you, allowing you to take him deep into your throat, the angle your head laid on the stone making it difficult but you were determined. König circled your clit with his tongue, slipping a thick finger into you and curling it to hit your g-spot. You nearly choked on Ghost but ultimately surrendered to the ecstasy of their twin assaults on you.

As König ate your pussy and Ghost fucked your face, your mind spiraled out in pleasure and sensation, wanting, no needing more. Needing everything. König was busy biting your clit and slipping a third finger into you when you felt Ghost’s rhythm start to stutter. He pulled out and shoved a hand through your hair. “You are such a good fucking girl, aren’t you.” You whimpered, König’s fingers stretching you and Ghost’s grip in your hair turning sharp pain into a delicious buzz. You were so close, climbing the peak to your orgasm, but König knew your body by now and he wasn’t letting you have it. “Just one more finger, Shatz.” You cried out at the intrusion of a fourth finger, stretching you in an impossible way. You needed to come. You needed more. He sucked on your clit and pumped his fingers as Ghost’s hand left your hair to come to rest on your neck, slowly applying pressure.

Your orgasm exploded out of you and your scream could probably be heard a mile away but fireworks were detonating in your brain sending shockwaves through your body and you rode König’s fingers with abandon. Ghost let up on your throat and you sucked in a breath, a second orgasm triggering without warning. König let out a string of German curses and your body writhed against the rain soaked stone in a dance of gratification.

You came down as a feather floating back to Earth. Your breathing evened out and yet your body still felt like a live wire. Ghost’s lips met your own in a familiar way. “Open your eyes.” You blinked into the darkness, the forest providing a twilight only bright enough to see right in front of you. The rain was starting to pick up and you swore you heard thunder in the distance. You looked up into Simon’s eyes and felt such a rush of love and desire it nearly leveled you. He pulled you up into his lap, König removing his hands from you. Ghost was completely naked, and you wished you had better light to worship the sight of him. He laid down, pulling you into position with his still hard cock sliding through your swollen pussy lips. You moaned and rocked against him, desperate for everything he could give you. He chuckled darkly, “No baby, you’re going to take both of us. Not just me.” Your eyes widened at the prospect. Each man was impossibly large on their own but both of them at once? You probably wouldn’t survive, but God you wanted to try.

You felt König’s hands coast down your spine to your hips that were still rhythmically grinding against Ghost’s cock. Ghost notched himself at your entrance and he lowered you down, impaling you. You yearned for the feel of him inside you, the way he fit you so perfectly but you were restless knowing you could have more. Ghost pulled you closer, “Now, König.” Your brain zipped with awareness as König slid his pierced cock through your juices. You heard him spit and knew you would need every bit of the lubrication. It wasn’t until he lined himself up against Ghost and entered you that you realized just how full you were going to be. König’s four fingers were nothing compared to the stretch and pain of taking both of them in your pussy at once. You cried out and Ghost kissed you to swallow the sound, reaching between you to circle your clit with his thumb. König had one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder as he slid inch by inch inside you. Ghost groaned out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard König’s shaky breaths behind you, grunts of exertion and a small moan. After an eternity of Ghost rubbing your clit you finally relaxed enough to take König completely.

“Fuck, God, liebling.” You could hardly breathe with the pressure of them both inside you. “Please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t know who you were begging but they had to move. Ghost bucked his hips, his cock sliding against König’s inside of you and together they found a pace that worked, using you as a fuck doll, you were just along for the incredible ride. “Oh my God!” You cried out as König’s piercing hit that special spot inside of you while Ghost was rubbing against your g-spot. You were so full and so overstimulated you had no idea what the feeling welling up inside you was. Ghost’s thumb on your clit and their cocks sliding against each other, their tangled moans and grunts was enough to send you flying over the edge. When your orgasm crashed like a wave over you and you gripped them tight enough for them to shout you realized for the first time in your life you may have squirted. They kept up their pace, holding onto you, onto each other as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

König’s voice broke behind you, “Tell us who you belong to.” You could barely form a thought but this was something you knew for certain. When they pounded into you in unison you screamed, “Yours! Both of yours!” You felt like crying, this was so much. Ghost said darkly below you, “That’s right love, because you’re our little whore who likes being shared between the two of us.” You nodded, loving the hint of degradation but the possession most of all.

They upped their pace and you felt another orgasm ready to be wrung from you. You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to. Ghost came first, biting down on your shoulder. You came directly after, squeezing König’s cock so hard he cried out and came without warning.

They rocked into you, slowly pulling out and you felt more empty than you ever had in your life with their absence. König’s voice was hoarse and sex drunk, “Look how pretty you are Mein Liebe, our come dripping out of you.”

Ghost rolled you off him and onto your back, both men coming to their knees on either side of you on the stone. They each stroked a hand through your hair and down your body and your eyes closed without your permission at the tender aftercare. Thunder announced itself suddenly, the rain pouring harder. Just as lightning crashed above you, you looked up at your men and saw them both maskless. They were gazing down at you adoringly and you felt so complete you could die.

“König, it’s you.” A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you saw his true smile for the very first time. “It’s me.” He bent down and kissed you, gripping the sides of your face. You felt Ghost’s hand slip into yours and squeeze, respecting how significant this moment was.

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Ao3

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Triggers: full p in v baby! Some rough handling, overstimulation

Chapter Three: Honey (Are You Coming?)

König’s words echoed around your brain in the most delicious way. You had barely heard him speak in the two years you had known him and to find out he talked like this in the bedroom? You could combust from that alone. Your body shook with aftershocks of your earth shattering orgasm and your thighs were clamped around König’s head in a vice grip. How he could breathe you had no idea but still, he kept licking you. Gentler now, sending your body winding into another spiral of pleasure but before you could completely unravel he pressed a soft kiss to your clit and slid his hands up the outside of your thighs to release his head.

“Ready for more, Mein Schätzelein?” He let the German phrase slip, his accent sharper and oh so sexy. You ran a hand through his hair, memorizing the texture and length. “What’s that mean?” Your voice was hoarse from shouting. He nuzzled into your palm when it met his temple.

“My little treasure.” You couldn’t stop smiling at his casual use of the possessive. You breathed in deeply, “I am absolutely ready for more.” König huffed out a laugh on your skin above your hip before gripping you and sending you flying onto your stomach. You let out a shriek of surprise, anticipation curling low in your belly already. He propped you up on your knees, running his palms across each ass cheek to trail up the middle of your back to your shoulders. You were so focused on the feeling of him touching you everywhere, it was a complete shock when he ripped your shirt off your face. You let out a light gasp, “Oh!” He returned his hands to your hips where he began rocking his denim clad cock against you in a tantalizing motion.

“I’ll let you see me without the mask soon, just not right now. Right now, the mask stays on.” Truthfully you didn’t care, you had grown so used to Ghost’s mask that it didn’t phase you and truth be told it excited you to be fucked by a man who’s face couldn’t be seen. Only his eyes. All the intensity poured from them and it was impossible to feel anything but desired. You reached back to brush your hand against his, “Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not in a rush.” His grip tightened, pinching the skin at your waist and the nip sent your teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip. “You have no clue what you do to me.” His voice had gotten deeper, more animalistic. You ground back into his erection, still frustratingly hidden behind his jeans. “I think I have some idea.” Your voice held a teasing quality but you were about done being teased. You wanted him inside you. Now.

You felt him retreat, leaving you bereft but heard the buckle of his belt snap open and when he slid the zipper down you swore the sound was so loud it could be heard outside. Your heart was jack hammering in your chest, breaths panting out of you uncontrollably. This was it, you were about to feel him.

König returned but instead of rough denim against your swollen pussy it was the velvet hardness of the head of his cock. You sank back against him, shameless, desperate to have him slip inside you. He hummed, “Not just yet.” You felt like growling, going out of your mind for this man.

“Do you want me to beg König? Because I will.” Your voice had gotten reedy with sexual frustration. He didn’t give you an answer, just ran the tip through your dripping folds and when he circled your clit, you felt the barbell. “Oh my God. You’re pierced?” He laughed then, putting more pressure against your sensitive flesh. It felt divine, it felt forbidden. “If you keep doing that,” you panted, “I’m going to come again.”

He let out a soft laugh ending on a growl.

“Oh no liebling, you’re going to shatter around my cock so I can put you back together in a way that you only fit me.”

Jesus Christ. Had you ever heard something so sinful in your entire life?

It was after that declaration that he positioned himself perfectly and rocked into your pussy, the head teasing your entrance. As he pressed forward the stretch was unbelievable. Your eyes slammed shut as you did your best to relax into taking him. You had obviously never seen him naked before so this introduction was proving to be mind blowing. He stroked a hand up your spine. “Relax Mein Engel, you can take me.” Another inch and your back was arching, one more and the burn was a sharp edged pleasure. How could you possibly take all of him when it felt like he was physically splitting you open?

After an eternity he hilted himself inside you, the barbell through the head of his cock kissing your cervix in an explosion of ecstasy. “Ah, König. Please.” Your words ended in a moan. “Mmm, so you begged for me afterall.” He chuckled darkly before pulling back slightly, teasing you. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation, he was too big, this was too much, but you couldn’t stop, you needed him as badly as your next breath. He pushed back into you, pulling your hips toward him in a rough slap of flesh. Moans began dripping from your lips, nonsense spilling as he picked up his pace, lighting your insides on fire. You were incredibly wet but still his cock tugged at your walls, sending sparks of lightning through your body. You were made for him.

Your orgasm began coiling low at the base of your spine, tingles shooting down your limbs as König slammed into you, growling when he bottomed out. “You’re heaven, I’ll never be able to give you up now.” His words sent you into overdrive. You wanted this for the rest of your life, you already knew how good you had it with Ghost but this was truly the other half of you. König and Ghost would complete you in a way you had never thought possible and only dared to dream.

“Never give me up, baby.” You could barely utter the words through broken breaths and moans but he heard you anyway. He began thrusting into you so hard you thought you might fall face first into the bed. No sooner had the thought crossed your mind than you felt a hand snake into your hair at the nape of your neck and shove you into the mattress, tilting your jaw so you could breathe.

The angle, my God.

König reached the other hand around to circle your clit with his thumb, still punishing you with his cock. His grunts and curses in German were winding you up just as much as every other sensation and your orgasm threatened to break on a particularly brutal thrust.

“I’m so close.” The words sighed out of you, your body completely surrendering to König’s passion. He applied a bite of pressure at your clit and the feel of him so hard inside you, the barbell hitting you in just the perfect way shattered you. You screamed out his name, gripping the bedding around you so hard your knuckles turned white. He kept rocking into you, never slowing - knowing already that overstimulation was something you craved. His cock swelled inside you, your pussy gripping him impossibly tight, before he splashed your inner walls with his come, your name a chant on his sinful lips.

He finally slowed his pace, wringing the pleasure from both of you, drawing out this moment for an eternity of bliss.

You must have blacked out from sensory overload because the tender stroke of his hands down your back finally coaxed your eyes open. You blinked in the light of your bedroom, your face still pressed into the mattress. Flexing the stiffness out of your fingers you let the lightning strikes of orgasm aftershock take you. His hands reached your hips once more, his favorite spot, and in a move of delicious agony he pulled out. You felt his come start to drip down your thigh but he was quick to swipe it up with his finger and press it back inside you. You gasped at the intrusion, the debauchery.

König hummed, another finger slipping inside you.

“You look so pretty covered in my come, liebling.”

Note from Tatooinequeen: Saturday post for you sweet babies because I have an especially debauched chapter for Halloween 😈 xoxox

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Ao3

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Triggers: vaginal fingering, biting, light spanking, cunnilingus

Chapter Two: Tongue Twister

Ghost had only just left for his mission two hours ago and you had cleaned the house, which mind you had already been spotless, at least twice over. After your midnight confessions you had been fucked seven ways to Sunday, orgasm drunk and sated in a way only Ghost had ever made you. When you woke up however? The nerves really set in. You had never had to navigate a situation like this before and now you had to dive head first into shark infested waters.

The shark just happened to be a 6’10” mouth watering Austrian Special Operative.

You were putting the finishing touches on the guest room, lighting a lavender scented candle and listening to your mood playlist, shifting your hips in time with the beat and running your hands through your hair when you felt a light touch on the back of your shoulder.

Screaming you reached up behind you, grabbing at the hand and twisting it to the side just like Ghost had taught you, ripping out one of your earbuds when you realized who you were trying to grapple with. You looked up, and up and up at König, still gripping his hand which flexed lazily in yours. You were very used to men in masks but seeing him so suddenly when you felt you had time to prepare and had been caught off guard still in your comfy clothes - short shorts and a skimpy tank top - made your skin tingle.

“Ah, hi König. Sorry I guess time got away from me. I was just cleaning.” You went to gesture to his new room and realized you were still holding his hand. He hadn’t tried to extract it, just stared down at you, his head slightly tilted to the side as he listened to your stumble through your greeting, his eyes tracking the way your lips formed the sentence. You finally dropped your hold on him and gave him an apologetic smile, shrugging a shoulder.

“You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t answer the door and Ghost gave me a key. I wasn't sure if something happened to you.” His soft, accented voice floated down, blanketing you in warmth. You felt caught in the depth of his eyes, his mask doing nothing but amplifying their intensity. The seconds of silence spun out where the two of you just stared at each other, you didn’t realize you were swaying into his chest until you had to put up a palm to stop yourself from colliding with him.

“Oh. Oops. Go ahead and get settled and I think I’m going to change.” Your retreat wasn’t tactful but he had been in your space for five minutes and already you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame? Ghost’s words from the night before echoed in your mind “Take this time with König to figure out how you two might work together…”

Did he know what you had in mind? Was he walking into your home knowing you wanted something more than acquaintances and way beyond friends?

As you pulled your clothes off, your thoughts spiraling over how you could possibly go from hearing the most consecutive words out of König in two years to having him fuck you until you couldn’t walk, there was a knock at your bedroom door. Panicking with not a shred of clothing on, you grabbed the closest thing to you - an oversized shirt and threw it on.

You opened the door to König leaning against the frame casually. Your eyes scaled his body like you were dying to do yourself and when you met his eyes that’s when you realized they were burning.

“What’s up?” Your voice came out less collected and more of a squeak. König huffed out a soft laugh. “You left so quickly we didn’t really have a chance to talk about…” He paused, thoughtfully. “Us.” You sucked in a breath so sharp it could’ve been a shard of glass. “Us?” Your heart had to be audible up to a mile away. “Yes, liebling. Us.” You swallowed and his eyes smoldered where they watched the way your throat flexed. “Uh.” He didn’t give you a chance to fumble through whatever you wanted to say. He just bent and grabbed the back of your thighs, spreading your legs to wrap around his waist, walking you both into your bedroom. You threw your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself stable, shocked silent and so shamelessly wet you could feel your panties soaking through.

He reached the bed and sat down, situating you to straddle his lap. His big hands slid up and down the bare skin of your thighs, igniting a trail of fire. You squirmed under his palms, craving the way his calluses and rough fingers felt against your delicate nerves. “Hold still, we need to talk.” König punctuated his sentence with a quick slap to the globe of your ass. You sucked in a breath, tipping your head back and exposing your throat. You wanted to please him.

Down to your core you are a good girl and you need to show him so. One fortifying breath later you level your stare back at him, ready.

“Let’s talk.” If you could see his face you imagine he would be smirking if his eyes gave any indication. His thumbs started tracing circles on your skin and it took everything in you not to focus on the sensation and stay present. He began, his voice low, “Ghost and I had a conversation about what we want and I need you to know that you call all the shots, liebling.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip.

Your men giving you power. It was heady. It was sexy. It was everything.

“Okay, König. So how do we even..” You trailed off, looking down. Still too shy to say it outloud. Too scared to voice your desires to the other half of all your fantasies. A gentle hand under your chin, brought your eyes back to his.

“Do you want me to show you?”

In a whisper you confess, “Yes.”

König shifts his grip to pick you up and lay you down on your mattress, taking his time to run his hands the length of your body. You sigh in the luxury of his hands on you but already feeling the insanity of the feelings he evokes in you rising to the surface. When he runs his hands back up to the hem of your shirt, he catches it and pushes it up until it’s covering your eyes, leaving you utterly exposed to his gaze.

König’s deep hum and curses growled in German are the only indication he appreciates what he sees. With your shirt removing your sight, the rest of your senses are on high alert so when his breath coasts down the valley of your breasts your back bows off the bed. With a palm he presses you back down, placing his lips against the spot where your heart is battering against your chest. He doesn’t stop there, moving his attention to your peaked nipple, sucking the flesh into his mouth expertly. You don’t stop the shameless moan that spills from your throat, flexing your hand against the comforter, desperately needing something to hold onto. Sensing your thoughts König grabs your hand and brings it first to his neck and then up to his exposed jaw. He uses his other hand to palm your breast, pressing kisses down your sternum, belly and hips. Your fingertips graze his cheek and you revel in the feeling of that delicious stubble, only able to imagine how handsome he is under that shapeless mask.

The first swipe of König’s tongue against your pussy sent your mind reeling, the second pass where he flattened it and flicked your clit with the tip in a tease sent you into absolute overdrive. You couldn’t stop your hand from diving into his hair, so thick and lush that it shocked you - never having really thought about his hair before. Long enough to grab a handful of but short enough to flatten under his mask and helmet. As he sucked your clit and bit down in an explosion of pleasure you gripped his hair hard, eliciting a growl out of him.

“That’s right, liebling, show me what you like.” His voice against your drenched entrance felt like sin and salvation rolled into one. The moans and whimpers flowing past your lips wildly, his steady encouragement. You felt a thick finger enter you and your back arched at the electric feel of him stretching you. “König, right there, right there.” You were starting to babble as he added a second finger and stroked your g-spot, alternating biting your clit and circling it with his tongue.

Your orgasm gave you no warning, it came upon you in a lightning strike. You shoved both hands into König’s hair and cried out his name as he fucked your pussy with his fingers and sucked on your clit, overstimulating you through one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had in your life. The knife’s edge of pleasure and pain, the sweetest ecstasy. You started to beg him to stop, your body needing to give out, the pleasure overwhelming you completely.

“Please König, oh my God, please.”

His growl was hot against your flesh.

“God’s not here little girl. Only me.”

Note: AH hi. So in planning these König kind of decided what he wanted to do instead so…I’m stoked for the next chapter.

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Chapter Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Spotify Playlist

Also available on Ao3

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify

Triggers: Light p in v like barely there

Chapter One - After Dark x Sweater Weather

You had an idea that Ghost would never allow this - but still you couldn’t help the thought from caressing your brain every time you were in a room with the two of them. Sometimes when they stand side by side with their backs to you, you let your mind wander into the darker places that you shouldn’t feel thrilled by. Sometimes when you lay in bed at night, Ghost on another mission away from you, your mind wandered to those depraved places. You let your hands do the work you wished were the hands of two separate and very different men. If you closed your eyes you could picture what it might be like to have both of them worshiping you in a way that was both debauched and divine.

What if you could have Ghost and König…together?

God, you shouldn’t want to feel both of them. Ghost fulfilled everything you ever thought you could want, he being the absolute love of your life but when König entered a room you felt an electric zap of lust that try as you might you couldn’t ignore. Of course you had never brought this up to Ghost and heavens only knows how König would feel about this…but maybe?

“Love, need you to do me a favor.” Ghost’s deep rasp whispers over the skin at the base of your throat as he kisses up to your jaw. “Keep kissing me like that Simon and I’ll do anything you want.” His laugh tickles you, “König needs a place to stay between missions.” Your breath hitched in your throat for a single second before you schooled yourself, Ghost continuing to press hot kisses against your fevered skin. “Uh, yeah of course.” Your mind raced with what proximity to your forbidden fantasy would do, how would you handle this when you could barely stand being in the same room as him?

His lips finally found your own and when he expertly teased you with his tongue until you were writhing under him you forgot exactly why you were so concerned with König coming to stay with you.

Ghost’s fingers were tracing a pattern on the bare skin of your hip while your bodies cooled down and that’s when your brain finally put the pieces together. Ghost was a master of distraction when he wanted to be and he strategically planned this. You sat up, candlelight glancing off the curves of your naked body. “Wait a minute, you have a mission coming up.” He looked up at you, gray eyes begging. “And König is going to stay here with me while you’re gone?” You couldn’t help the attitude spilling into the words. He tightened his grip on your hip, fingers digging into flesh, reminding you of who you belong to in a silent but firm declaration.

“Yes, love.” You couldn’t help your mouth popping open. Ghost was protective of things that he claimed and he had claimed you. He would never presume to keep you in a way that was harmful but it thrilled you how protective your man was. “You’re just fine with another man, here. With me?” You didn’t dare take your eyes off him, if you had you might have missed the barely there smirk. “Again, yes.” You leaned down to press your lips tenderly against the man you loved so deeply sometimes it hurt.

“Before I agree to this I need to talk to you about something, Simon.”

He laid there, his silent strength allowing your dark confession to spill from your lips. “I..don’t know why or how because you know how happy I am with you but sometimes I have these thoughts about you and König…together. With me.” You expected an explosion, rage, incredulity. What you didn’t expect, what you couldn’t imagine was his own confession.

“I know.”

“I know and I want that too.” Did your heart stop beating? Is this a fever dream? “Simon, are you serious?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper, fearing if it was too loud this bubble would burst and reality would crush you. “Yes, darling. I want to explore watching you with him. I wouldn’t mind fucking you at the same time, splitting you open on both our cocks.”

You couldn’t breathe.

You had no idea what to say, not only did the love of your life let you feel comfortable in your desires but also shared them with you? He reached up to palm your cheek, “Take this time with König to figure out how you two might work together so when I come back we can try this out.” You leaned into the warmth, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb which had moved to sweep across your bottom lip. “I love you so much, Simon.” He used the hand on your cheek to pull you down to his greedy lips. They felt like a sinful home and it wasn’t the first time you wondered if you would ever get enough of him.

Pulling back and breathing deeply you asked, “Do you know if König would be up for this or is this going to be absolutely sprung on him?” The laugh that shot out of Ghost was borderline startling given the heavy conversation topic. “What’s so damn funny?” He let his laugh trail off and ran his fingers through your hair. “He’s obsessed with you.” Another mind blowing confession left you picking your jaw off the mattress. “Excuse me? König? He has said probably five total words to me and I have known him for two years.” He shook his head, a smile playing across his lips. “He’s a man of few words, especially around beautiful women and even more so around you, love.” You gave him an eye roll not believing a word but secretly thrilled that König had noticed you at all.

“Okay well, I guess König can stay here then.” You pretended to pout but all that did was send Ghost pouncing on you, pressing you into the mattress. “You’ll have a great time.” You lost all focus on the topic at hand when the blunt head of Ghost’s cock brushed against your wet entrance. You sighed out a moan at the electric contact already starving for the feeling of him inside you again.

What had it been thirty minutes?

“Let me remind my good girl who she truly belongs to before she goes to play.”

Note: hi! Yall know I love Ghost, but König is my whole world right now because of this one cosplayer…anyway enjoy! MUCH more to…come :) -Tatooinequeen

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September will be filled with happiness.

September will be filled with blessings.

September will be filled with positivity.

September will be filled with progress.

September will be filled with kindness.

September will be filled with opportunity.

September will be filled with love.

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Skskskskka

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Wherever I May Roam 

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: fingering, consensual sex

Epilogue: Ride It Hard

True to your predictions you were late getting to Soap’s house and him and his new fiance were not at all surprised. Your hair was mussed and Ghost was wearing that sleepy satisfied grin under his mask that only you knew was there but somehow Soap could sense. After your twin declarations of love and commitment you couldn’t help but make love right there on your bedroom floor. While your sex life had been hot and heavy these past months you both felt you couldn’t get enough of one another, the electric heat that had been there from the first day had only intensified as time marched on.

Soap’s fiance whom you absolutely adore and were becoming fast besties with made a delicious meal and you were feeling over the moon kind of happy, with Ghost’s hand resting on your thigh and the conversation light and pleasant. You helped Soap with the dishes to be a courteous guest and on your way to rejoin everyone you were pulled backward into the guest bathroom by a pair of strong arms eliciting a squeak from you. “I believe you promised we could have some quick and dirty sex in Soap’s guest bathroom, love.” Ghost’s breath dances across the back of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. “I suppose I did say that didn’t, I?” You grind your hips back into his erection and he growls into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Naughty girl.” You keep up your assault because you know exactly what drives him wild until he can’t stand it any longer and he grabs your waist to put you up on the counter. The light in the bathroom is off so the only thing you can see is a faint silhouette of him as your eyes adjust to the dark. He runs his big hands up your thighs under the skirt of your dress to the apex of your thighs where he finds you wet and waiting. “God, how are you already this wet for me?” You preen under the praise and lean back letting him feel you. “Been thinking about this for a while, kind of thrilling knowing we could be caught at any moment, huh?” He works his fingers under your panties and into your slick folds causing you to lean your head back on a quiet moan.

“Better be quiet princess, or we’ll get caught.” He works a finger into your pussy and curls it up hitting your g-spot expertly causing your legs to spasm and you to gasp. He reaches his other hand up and covers your mouth which you’re so thankful for, you have a loud streak when it comes to Ghost and you know Soap would catch you if you were left to keep yourself quiet right now. He pumps another finger into you while rubbing his palm against your clit giving you the friction you need to detonate like a bomb on the tips of his fingers. You moan around his hand and bite down on his palm while you ride out your orgasm until you see stars on the edges of your vision. Your breath is coming hard through your nose and lean back against the mirror above the sink as your body gives in to the endorphins coursing through your system. Ghost gives you about thirty seconds to bask in the post orgasm bliss and then he’s grabbing you off the counter and bending you at the waist, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. You open your mouth to protest but he growls in a low way that causes you to bite your lip instead.

“Hold onto the counter, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” His voice is low and the feeling of the mushroom head of his hard cock lining up with the entrance to your pussy has you ready to come again purely from the anticipation of having him inside of you. He rocks his hips forward and enters you, stretching you in a decadent and debauched way that has you biting your lip hard enough to draw blood from the pleasure of it. He hilts himself inside of you and you can barely breathe around the way he fills you, you fit so perfectly together but you’ll never get over how massive he feels or how you can feel every single ridge of him with how tight you are around him. He reaches forward to palm your shoulder, his other hand anchored at your hip and whispers, “Don’t forget to be quiet, baby.” You nod but he’s already pulling out and thrusting back into you, setting your mouth into a silent scream, the edge of pain from being stretched so fully and the danger of doing this in your best friend’s guest bathroom has you spiraling and he’s just getting started. True to his word, Ghost fucks you hard against Soap’s bathroom counter. His pace is absolutely perfect, you come around him once and on the second round he follows you over the edge and when you feel him climax inside you, you let out a moan that was far too loud not to be heard. Ghost lets out a chuckle and pulls out, using a washcloth to delicately clean between your legs while you hold onto the counter and try to regain control of your limbs.

A knock at the door and Soap’s unintelligible mumbling sends you both into a laughing fit and you fall into Ghost’s arms, he kisses the top of your head and you hug him tight to you.

Oops, caught red handed.

Notes from Tatooinequeen; Surprise I got a burst of inspo and got this done on the same day. Low key sad it’s over???

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: Soft ooey gooey love, language

Chapter Four: Angels Like You

How melodramatic that it would rain non-stop for the weeks since Ghost had gone on his mission with Soap. The drizzle only made it that much more difficult for you to keep your chin up. You had never acted like this over a guy before, but of course he wasn’t like other guys was he? You got through each day on fumes and memories working toward the day when you would be back in his arms and all would be right in the world again. You spent just a few short days wrapped up in one another but you knew without a doubt you wanted to spend the rest of your life that way. What would that mean for you? He wouldn’t leave his job simply for the fact he had demons he could exorcize when he was away so it wouldn’t bleed into his day to day and you only knew that because Soap was the same way.

You guess if you had to put it down on paper a life with Ghost would just be the two of you somehow making it work, maybe marriage wouldn’t be in the cards but if he asked you would of course say yes. If he pledged himself to you otherwise that would be good enough for you, too. He would have his responsibilities and you would travel with him when you could and wait for him when you couldn’t while cultivating the life you always dreamed of, a life filled with the kind of love that you could live off of. It's so tangible. You never really thought of having kids and you don’t think he would want any either, based on his home life and his struggles with his brother but you would be the best auntie and uncle to Soap’s kids which you’re sure will be coming along soon. Come to think of it, Soap has been extra sneaky about this woman he has been seeing lately and you’re curious to see where it’s going, if she ends up being the one you wouldn't be the least bit surprised. He’s ready to settle down and have a family.

You’re curled up on the couch reading a supernatural romance when your phone beeps at you. Of course your heart rate rockets as it has with every text since Ghost backed out of your driveway and you’re rewarded with his name on the screen which splits your face into a grin.

Simon <3: Come outside

You don’t even pause to put on shoes, you shoot out your front door in your socks and run to your driveway where he’s walking up from Soap’s idling pickup truck. You hit Ghost at full force and he lets out a “whoosh” of air but catches you, dropping his bag and grips the backs of your thighs to help you wrap your legs around his waist. You nuzzle your face in the side of his neck and you don’t even mind him wearing his mask, you just breathe in his scent and are overwhelmed with the feeling of being at home. “God, I missed you baby” his deep voice rumbles against your chest and it is such a decadent feeling you decide you’re never going to give it up. You lean back, rain pouring down on both of you, Soap watching you have this intimate moment together from his truck and you lean your forehead against Ghost’s. “Stay with me, Simon. I don’t want to give you up.” He just leans his forehead harder against yours and breathes out, “Never, I’m never giving you up.”

-Three months later-

“Ghost don’t you fucking dare.” You glare at the beast of a man staring at you from across the bed at you while you are putting a pair of earrings in. “If you start anything right now we are going to be late and you know Soap will know why.” He laughs in the way that makes your toes curl everytime and you let out a giggle. You’ll never get tired of hearing him laugh, his spirit so carefree and happy that he can be vulnerable with you in a way he never was before. He stalks around the bed and you retreat further away with every step he takes toward you. “I can make it quick and dirty, love. He’ll never know a thing.” Ghost has the audacity to wink at you and while you’re melting in a hormone puddle you’re already late because he insisted on fucking you against the wall in your shower and then again before you got your dress on. He finally reaches you and you put a palm against his heart to feel it race against your skin, loving how much he’s affected by the chemistry between you as you are. “We can have a quick and dirty fuck in Soap’s guest bathroom if you’re very very good.” You tip him a saucy wink back and he lets out a full and throaty laugh at that. You learned a lot of your sexual humor from him in the past three months and he loves it when you dish it back to him. He grabs your waist and brings you into his chest and you take the moment to snuggle into his embrace, a place where you know you’re perfectly safe and loved in a way you had always yearned for and never expected to come from him but will never take for granted. He kisses the top of your head tenderly and you melt a little more before he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to you.

“I know we’ve talked about it and marriage just doesn’t seem right for us but I want to give myself to you in a permanent way that you can look down and see everyday.” He slips a thin platinum band with a sapphire embedded in the band onto your left ring finger and that’s when you notice he has a small bandage on his left ring finger. You look up into his incredible brown eyes that you first fell in love with before you knew the man and gasp when he removes the bandage to reveal your initial tattooed into his skin. You take his hand in yours as the tears well up and you press a tender kiss to the skin that represents a lifetime of love and commitment between you. “I love you and I am going to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you just how much.” You could barely get the words out before the tears choked you up but he tips your chin up and kisses you with the passion that says he feels the exact same way and you know that this is the forever kind of love that you’ve only read about. “Loving you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me baby and I can’t wait for a lifetime of feeling this way.” His gruff voice so full of emotion spins you into a bliss so total and complete you never want to come down.

The End

Notes from Tatooinequeen: I love him, that’s pretty damn obvious right? I did promise a quick dirty fuck though…so epilogue will be up in the next week or so <3

Thank y’all so much for the support on this by the way, this is the first project I’ve taken on completely solo with no support or guidance and your response has blown me away. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from me in the future!

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Wednesday (2022)┃Episode 3 – “Friend or Woe”

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader 

Chapter Index:

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

Epilogue

Also available on Ao3

Spotify Playlist

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: fluff, some cursing

Chapter Three: Ghost of You

Ghost’s breath skates across your collarbone. In the night you had found a million different positions to be held by him, your grip on one another never breaking. It was incredibly intimate and entirely surprising. You didn’t have time to think about what this would actually be like but you never imagined he would be so tender, it made you wonder if his love language type was physical affection. Sure, he used words that lit you a flame and turned your body to something pliable by only him but you’re certain he isn’t much of a talker when it comes to feelings. Maybe, you can do that for both of you. You know it’s silly to think that this could turn into something with 24 hours to go off, but you can’t help it. Ghost worshiped you in a carnal yet loving way and it turned your mind into mush. 

His breathing is even and untroubled so you peek through your lashes up at him. His face is so serene in sleep, his stubble darkened from the night before and the black paint around his eyes is smudged halfway to his mouth. A giggle slips across your lips before you can stop it and his breathing hitches. He cracks a lid open and catches you staring at him. “Good morning to you too.” His morning voice is gloriously deep and it makes your toes want to curl. “Hi, handsome.” A flush rises to his cheeks as if he isn’t used to being called such a thing. His muscular arms tighten around you and you snuggle into his chest, placing a kiss to the hollow at the base of his throat. He hums and it tickles your lips, forcing another giggle out of you, “That tickles, babe.” He pulls back a little to look down at you again, the mystified way his eyes regard you makes you feel slightly self conscious using another pet name but it feels so natural. “Should I not be affectionate like that?” you whisper against his skin. He shakes his head slightly, his black hair shifting in the low light of the room and giving off a richness in color you itch to explore with your fingers. “No, I just…I’m not used to that kind of thing.” You narrow your eyes in disbelief. “Seriously? Haven’t you had a girlfriend before? Or an intimate partner who called you sweet things?” He shakes his head again, vulnerability written on his face. You falter for a moment not knowing how this could be possible. Your voice is hesitant and soft, “Well, is that something you might want?” He still looks vulnerable but he nods, obviously not trusting his words. 

You spend the day showering him in affection the way you know he deserves and still don’t understand how he’s never had. He soaks it up like a plant desperately in need of water and gets more and more comfortable as the hours pass. He holds you close and you talk about your lives, your goals, your adventures…well mostly his various adventures. You start to fill in the picture of Simon Riley’s life and find yourself wanting to place yourself in there with him. You wonder if he’ll let you, you wonder if it could even work. That, you’re still unsure of as night falls once again and your find yourself mercy to his passion but you do know one thing - you love this man.

-Two days later-

A knock at the door rouses you from your nap on Ghost’s chest. You were watching a movie together but his hand running through your hair lulled you into a slumber that was perfect and ethereal only because he never stopped touching you. You hadn’t stopped touching each other for two whole days and you personally couldn’t get enough, learning the secrets of each other’s bodies.. A knock sounds again and you feel a grumble stir from his chest. You prop yourself up rubbing the sleep from your eyes just as you hear a key turn in the lock of your front door, which means only one person can be coming in. Soap ambles in the front door and straight to the living room. “Bloody hell you two, I haven’t been able to get hold of either of you!” He comically puts his hands on his hips ready to scold you some more. Ghost sits up and positions you in his lap. “Calm down, mate. We were just unplugging for a bit.” You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh, “Unplugging” definitely. Soap moves to sit on the end of the couch and eyes your position in Ghost’s lap disapprovingly. “While you two were in here playing house I was having to deal with shit at work and preparing for this mission, which need I remind you Simon, we leave for in three days. You startle a bit, not realizing he would be leaving so soon. Ghost feels your body language shift and wraps an arm around your waist, hugging you to him subtly. “I know John, I am very aware of when we are leaving.” His tone is harsh and you find yourself wanting to slink away from this little pissing match and cry a bit. He’s leaving in three days? Will this be dangerous? Shit, of course it’ll be dangerous. What if he doesn’t come back? You feel the panic rising in your chest in a wave that tastes like despair. Your sudden anxiety wins the war and you disentangle yourself from Ghost and walk to your bedroom. The boys don’t say anything but continue to glare at each other and you close the door to give yourself some privacy to spiral. 

You sink down into your bed and hug your pillow to your chest, you mind whirring with a thousand different thoughts. Of course this pillow and your entire room smells distinctly like him which honestly makes it worse. You knew two days ago that you were falling in love with him and now he has firmly placed himself in your heart, how are you supposed to let him go? You feel the tears welling up and you squeeze your eyes shut against them, only serving to let the images of the past few days play like a movie in your mind. 

Ghost touching you, laughing with you, kissing you so tenderly, passionately, lovingly. 

You don’t hear anyone come in the room so when Soap speaks you’re startled. “Don’t cry, lass.” He reaches out and grabs the hand that’s gripping onto your pillow like it might get up and walk away. “He’s gonna come back to you, I can guarantee it. I’m not going to pretend to know what’s going on with you two but I can see it in his body language that he doesn’t want to leave you right now.” You blink some of the tears away and sit up, holding onto Soap’s hand. “Really?” you say in a choked, uncertain voice. He nods with a small smile playing on his lips. You know you can confide in Soap, he’s your best friend and it would feel so good to say it out loud, at least once, to someone else. “Soap, I love him.” You say it in a small way, such a contrast to how big the feelings are inside you. He nods like he already knew what you were going to confess. “If he’s capable, and I think he is…I think he loves you too, kid.” Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, hope flaring like a supernova, and you burst into a smile that erases every tear you had just shed. Soap squeezes your hand and gets up to leave just as Ghost appears in the doorway, landing a punch to his shoulder as they pass each other. 

Ghost crosses the room to climb over you on the bed, pulling you down and back into his chest where you admit to yourself you belong. He nuzzles the side of your neck and breathes in your scent - something he has said repeatedly he loves. “I’m not great with words, love. But I want you to know that these past couple days have been…healing for me.” You run your fingers lightly across his forearm that’s resting on your stomach. He clears his throat and continues, “If you’ll wait for me, and I know that’s unfair to ask but I’m asking, I want to come back to you when this mission is over.” You can tell he’s struggling to articulate how he’s feeling and it sends sparks through your heart, you knew you were going to need to say the words for both of them didn’t you? You turn onto your side so you can see his gorgeous toffee eyes and palm his cheek. “I’m going to wait right here and when you’re done you’re going to come home to me.” You take a deep breath for this next part, “When you get here I’m going to rip your mask off so I can feel your lips against mine and tell you how much I missed you. Because I love you, Simon. So I’ll wait.” You watch his eyes flare with surprise and melt into a warmth that you can practically feel wash across your skin. He surges forward to kiss you in a never ending way. You tangle your arms around his neck and kiss him back with every ounce of feeling in your body knowing that he might not be able to say it but he truly feels the same way.

You stand in your driveway watching your best friend and your love back out and head to base. You wave and try not to break down, worry settling over you like a heavy blanket. They’ll come back, you trust them to look out for one another. Task Force 141 is the best there is and you know in your heart that if anyone is coming home it’s these guys. You’re turning to go back inside, Soap’s truck long gone by now when your phone beeps in your pocket. You fish it out and there he is, telling you what you so desperately needed to hear. 

Simon <3: I love you

Notes from Tatooinequeen: Hi, I’m feral for soft Ghost. He is baby

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: consensual choking, breath play and light bondage

Chapter Two: Call Out My Name

The way Love rolled off his tongue made you practically come undone. Did you have any business kissing Ghost in your kitchen with your mutual best friend innocently watching Bake Off in your living room? No, certainly not. But damn if you wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat.

You lean against your closed front door in a daydream of emotions and wild desire. You don’t know him from Adam but you want to God you want to. You can’t even get his number without further involving Soap and that’s the last thing you want to do. He will no doubt give you a colorful verbal lashing later, especially with your track record in the romance department. He’s had his work cut out for him with your dating history and your staggering lack of good judgment when it comes to men. No wonder you wanted the hulking man that wears a skull mask, Soap should’ve known better! But what if this one is different, obviously Soap thinks he’s a good guy and their dynamic made you feel comfortable and safe which is always a positive thing…right?

You’re still lost in thought, moving throughout the house in your nighttime routine when your phone vibrates on the counter. The first thing you notice upon unlocking the screen is that Soap has texted you three times and there is a message from an unknown number. Your heart gallops in your chest, hoping against hope it’s him.

Unknown Number: I really wish I could stop thinking about you, it’s distracting and I’m meant to be focused.

A blush warms your face and your smile could light up an entire stadium.

Soap: Against my better judgment I’m giving Ghost your number

Soap: He’s a good guy, but you’re my number one girl, kid

Soap: Gah, don’t make me regret this

You shoot a text to Soap thanking him and asking him not to worry, all the while trying to come up with something witty to send Ghost, eventually deciding cute honesty is the way to go.

You: I could say the same to you, I don’t have to be focused but I’ve nearly run into the coffee table twice since you left :)

You don’t expect him to text back immediately, especially if they’re in a brief like Soap mentioned when they left but his reply is prompt enough to suggest he wants to talk to you as badly as you do him.

Ghost: Sounds like you’re unsteady again, too bad I’m not there

A flush of heat rushes through your body at that, the memory of how his hands felt on your bare skin and the way his body felt against yours.

You: Too bad indeed, who knows what will happen to me now

Ghost: Distracting woman

You: I think you need a distracting woman in your life, Simon

Screw being coy, you want him. He wants you, you’re going to pursue this with vigor.

Ghost: Fuck, say my name again

You: Would you rather hear it?”

Ghost: Yes

You queue up a voice memo and use your sexiest voice, breathy and sensual. And when Ghost replies you have to sit down on the couch to slow your racing heart.

Ghost: Leave a key under your doormat for me tonight

You: Done, don’t leave me waiting

That’s when the panic hits, yeah it was easy and hot earlier when it was spontaneous but now you have who knows how long until he’s back here? You know exactly where this sexy teasing is going and while you’re more than ready now you have time to overthink and be nervous. You decide to turn out all the lights and take a hot shower. This kind of situation calls for lingerie and soft fragrant skin. After all the prep work is done and you have calmed down just a little, you let the ambiance of your room lit by a candle on your dresser set the mood and lie on your bed. You float between checking your social media apps, all the while trying not to think about Ghost too much.

You don’t even realize you’ve dozed off into a light sleep until you feel a tender caress on your face.

Your eyes flutter open and had you not been thinking about that mask all night, he probably would’ve startled you. But it’s him and the piercing brown eyes that capture yours set you immediately at ease. They’re so beautiful, you almost voice that to him but he speaks first. “I’m sorry I took so long, Soap was being a pain in the ass and asking questions he already knew the answers to.” The rasping British accent sends a thrill through you and he must see how he affects you because he laughs lightly. You sit up and lean your cheek into his palm, reaching to place your hand over his. It’s then that you realize that you’re in nothing but your purple Honey Birdette lace bra and thong. He gives you no time at all to feel embarrassed, his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck as he leans over you, pressing you back into the pillows behind you. Your hands go to his chest, feeling how mouthwateringly hard his muscles are and waiting for what he does next. You’re happy to let him lead, hoping that he will discover and nurture all the kinks you keep hidden. If there’s any man who would do that, you’re sure it’s Ghost.

Your voice is barely audible when you ask “Should I close my eyes now?” His grip tightens on the back of your neck while his other hand traces a path from your hip to your ribcage. You feel small, delicate even and delirious in the silence. “Not this time, love.” The anticipation of seeing him without the mask nearly chokes you. He leans back and uses the hand that had been drawing circles on your ribs to tip the mask off.

In the candlelight you see Simon Riley for the first time and this time you really do choke.

He’s so handsome in a rugged, no nonsense kind of way that you almost want to weep. Just as you felt in the kitchen he has a rash of stubble that would turn into a beard if he let it, and the fullest plush lips that somehow just make him that much more appealing. He tosses the mask to the other side of the bed, his attention never leaving your face. He has black face paint around his eyes giving him a cat burglar type of look but he pulls it off. You reach up and run your thumb through it, smudging it across his sculpted cheek bone. Your slow exploration has your desire at an all time high and it crackles between you two like potent electricity. You close the distance between you and stop just a breath away from kissing him to simply say, “Thank you for trusting me, Simon.” You feel his body tense against yours and you swear you hear a low growl in his throat when his name rolls off your tongue.

Ghost surges forward to connect with you in a kiss that detonates any illusion of control you had. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue, tasting you in a way that has your back arching into his hold. He slides his hands down to your hips and positions you under him so he can straddle you. He’s so much bigger than you which makes this that much more delicious. He tastes like spearmint gum, sharp and sweet at the same time. You writhe a little in his hands and he nips your bottom lip in punishment. “Fuck, I had no idea you’d be waiting for me like this.” You smile against him, thrilled by the way he sounds so undone. “It would appear you’re overdressed.” He laughs as he moves his lips across your jaw to your neck where he sinks his teeth into the junction between your shoulder and your collarbone. Your gasp fades into a moan as he strokes the tender skin with his tongue, soothing the bite.

How did he know you love to be bitten?

You reach down to tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin needing to feel his skin against yours. He allows you to strip it off him but stops you before you can go to work on his belt. You blow out a frustrated breath that melts into a breathy noise as he descends down your body, placing kisses and nips on your breasts, your stomach and finally on your inner thigh. Your harsh panting is the only sound in the room and you fear how loud you’ll get when he reaches his destination. Almost reverently he hooks your thong and slides it down your legs, letting it dangle from one foot before resuming his sensual assault. When he reaches the apex of your thighs you do something you’ve wanted to do since you had that moment in the kitchen. You sink a hand into his thick raven hair and he leans into your caress. You lock eyes in a moment, saturated in desire and he licks his lips before he dips down to taste you. The hand you have in his hair tightens as he runs the flat of his tongue through your folds, working your clit in a way you have never felt before. He uses a hand to lift your hips to his greedy mouth and uses the finger of the other to enter you. “Jesus, you’re tight.” You have no words, only breathy moans in response as he works you with his mouth and finger. He inserts another and curls them to hit the perfect spot that has you reeling into an orgasm. It snuck up on you with an intensity to steal your breath away. “Oh my God,” you breathe as he leans his cheek against your inner thigh and looks up at you with his toffee eyes burning. “You taste like heaven, baby.” You can’t help smiling down at him, blushing softly. He just blew your mind and now he’s being sweet? He slinks up your body to kiss you, kicking off his pants as he goes until he’s towering over you, causing your body to flush with suspense.

He grips both your hands in one of his, a testament to how small you are in his embrace and uses his other hand to cup your jaw, teasing a thumb over your lower lip. “You need to tell me if I hurt you at any point, love.” You nod quickly, ready to feel all of him. He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his precum through your slick folds, the thick head of him circling your clit enough to take you right to the edge once more. “Please, Simon, please,” you beg. You watch his eyes flash and then he's sliding into you. You moan deeply as he stretches you, going slowly enough to drive you into a frenzy. His grip tightens on your wrists and you writhe beneath him uncontrollably. Your walls flutter around him and he groans deep in his throat, a sexy baritone that you could never get enough of. He hits the end of you in an exhale that you share, he’s so big that it hurts in the most tantalizing way. You rock your hips and he closes his eyes briefly before they’re back on yours. He takes his free hand and rests it against your throat, gently collaring you. “I want to hear you, baby. Tell me what you want.” You swallow down any inhibition, it has no room in this space between you. “I want you to fuck me, fuck me right into this mattress until there’s no telling where I stop and you begin. I want you to imprint yourself on me in a way I’ll never be able to get rid of.”

Have you ever said something so bold before?

Ghost rocks his hips into you and your eyes roll back at the burst of pleasure. “God, you’re everything. I’m going to make you mine in the most primal way.” He moves back and then he's slamming back into you, all pretense and cation thrown to the wind. You rock up into the headboard with the force of your thrust and a moan sounding like his name explodes out of your throat. He creates a steady driving rhythm that makes good on everything you asked of him. He strokes your g-spot, angles in deeper until you’re sure he’s going to hurt you but it’s only never ending pleasure, especially when his hand tightens around your throat ever so slightly. He leans down to kiss your parted lips and lick inside your mouth, fucking you every way he can. The hand holding your wrists disappears and you’re left gripping a pillow as he pounds into you. Then he’s expertly rubbing your clit, an orgasm immediately at his fingertips. He rocks into you twice more and the way he touches you sends you flying over a cliff of ecstasy into another climax. With your walls spasming around him, he speeds up until you have no choice but to hold onto him as he claims you. His thrusts grow erratic and he drops his head into the crook of your neck as he moans your name, filling you with his release.

You run a hand lightly down his back as you both come down from the high, breathing in your combined scent, a heady feeling. He nuzzles your neck and you giggle lightly, his stubble creating a yummy friction against your skin. His lips press a kiss to your throat where you were not so long ago wearing his hand as a necklace before he gets up and goes to the bathroom. You lay there absolutely dazed and sated when he comes back and cleans you up with a warm washcloth. You have never been so thoroughly cared for, in sexual gratification or in the aftermath. He doesn’t take long before he’s climbing back into bed and pulling you under the sheets with him. You settle back into him with his hand wrapped protectively around your stomach. You sigh in contentment, safe and satiated in his arms.

As you fall asleep you feel the gentle press of his lips on your shoulder and think if you aren’t careful you’re going to fall in love with this man.

Note from Tatooinequeen: I TOLD YOU HE’S SWEET 🥹

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[tatooinequeeen]

Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

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Triggers: consensual kissing, touching

Chapter One: Like a Prayer

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish has always been a brother to you, growing up with a Navy SEAL father and friends that joined the military as soon as they could legally sign, hell it was practically fate that you met. He immediately took a shine to you and kept you close and safe while you navigated the relationships of your early twenties like a newborn deer on unsteady legs. He held you when he was stateside and your heart was broken again, threatening to make them disappear when you were particularly hurt.

You went through the ringer, growing up and finding yourself. While he was with Task Force 141, you were becoming a young woman with goals and aspirations for the future. A woman who longed for a stable relationship, a partner, a best friend and enough love to last her a lifetime. You had friends of course, you went on dates but there was always something missing - a spark that you chased and never caught.

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Before he can knock you have the door open and you’re in his arms, your surrogate big brother. “Whoa, I guess someone missed me!” You squeeze your arms around his neck a little tighter. “Duh, you idiot of course I did! I haven’t seen you in almost two years.” He laughs against your hair and squeezes you back before setting you down and taking your shoulders in his hands. “Looks like someone’s getting old, what are you thirty yet?” Your eyes roll to the sky before you step back through the threshold and shoot back, “Hey, twenty nine is not thirty!” He walks past you muttering “not yet” and you let out a huff of loving frustration. You were too busy greeting Soap that you completely missed his companion standing to the side of him, with no one between you, you get your first look at Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Toffee brown eyes regard you through an intricate skull mask, all six foot two inches of him standing relaxed in front of you. You don’t realize your mouth is slightly ajar until he huffs out a laugh. “Soap said you wouldn't mind company, but I suppose you don’t meet many people who wear masks, yeah?” You close your mouth and croak out, “Oh no, plenty of people I meet wear full face masks in public - it’s all the rage you know.” He holds his hand out and you take it, sparks dancing along your fingertips. “I’m Simon but everyone calls me Ghost.” You smile up at him, still holding his hand. “Hey Ghost, please come in - we’re having pizza.” You finally release his hand and gesture for him to come inside. He steps past you, crowding you into the entryway and you realize just how big he is. “Hey Ghost, get in here I’m anxious to eat!” Soap calls from the other room, prompting your guest to grumble and follow the hallway to the living room. You close the front door and lean your forehead against it.

He’s British. He has a deep British accent and a skull mask. Why is that so fucking hot? You blow out a breath and try to get yourself together.

“I haven't had pizza this good in a long time, just what I needed, kid.” You grin over at Soap who is patting his flat stomach. “I wanted to cook but I also didn’t want to poison you so…pizza it was!” Ghost laughs and once again you’re having trouble not staring at him. The entire time you were eating, your eyes kept finding their way back to him. The mask doesn’t scare you a bit, its intriguing and mysterious. His banter with Soap made you like him even more, their easy going attitudes making you feel comfortable and happy. You dust off your hands and grab the Apple TV remote to toss at Soap who catches it effortlessly. You take his empty plate and yours, your gaze back on Ghost. “Here, let me help you.” He says before you can offer to take his plate too. He follows you into the kitchen and snatches a dish towel to sling over his shoulder.

“I normally would throw these in the dishwasher but I’m waiting on a new one - this one gave up the…” You catch his eyes before you can say ‘Ghost’ and you both let out a laugh.

You begin washing the dishes and he dries them before stacking them neatly on the counter. There aren’t many and you find yourself wishing there were, just to soak up more of his presence. When you’re finished you grasp the stack of dishes to put in the cupboard, leaning against the counter reaching up - your Metallica tee shirt riding up to expose your lower back. You’re just pushing the plates back into their home when you feel callused hands lightly grip against the bare skin of your sides. You let out a small gasp at the contact and step back into a solid mass of man behind you. His voice is low and close to your ear, “You looked unsteady.” Your heart hammers against your rib cage at the way his voice rasps but you manage to nod. You have put the plates away like that a million times but you did feel unsteady - maybe it was him - maybe you wanted him to be the one to steady you. His hands are still on your waist, you can feel his chest rising and falling in time with his breathing against your back and you’re struck with how badly you want his moment to stretch on forever. You slowly turn around, emboldened by his touch until you’re staring up at his mask, his hands now resting in the small of your back under your shirt.

“You don’t let many people see your face do you?” You already suspect the answer but want to hear him say it. “Only people I trust, there are few that I do.” You nod again, wishing in that moment you were one of those few. You barely know this man but something about him is drawing you like a moth to a flame.

What would his lips feel like on your skin? What would his hair feel like against your fingers? Would your bodies mold perfectly together?

Caught in the limbo of your thoughts you almost miss the way his fingers dig into your skin, bringing you closer to him until your bodies are flush. He leans down, his toffee eyes captivating you, “Close your eyes, love.” You obey immediately. A minute stretches into two and the anticipation of this experience is absolutely destroying you. Just when you think nothing will happen you feel an exhale of breath dance across your cheek and you have to grasp his arms to stop your knees from buckling. You’ve never been so affected by someone, the absence of sight is such a potent aphrodisiac that it's a living electric thing. His lips brush against the corner of your mouth and it takes every ounce of restraint to let him go at his own pace. Your hands move of their own volition, tracing a path from his biceps to his chest where you rest them, his heartbeat a thundering rhythm under your palms. The words are out of your mouth before you have a second to catch yourself, “Kiss me, Simon.” His hands heat the skin of your back as his lips seal over yours, your entire world tilting on its axis. Your hands fist the material of his shirt and you pull him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours and stealing whatever breath you had left. He shifts a hand to grip the back of your neck, and you feel so small against him that a dark thrill shoots through your body. You never want this to end, the way a hint of stubble rubs against your skin, the expert way he stokes a rhythm in your kiss as if you had done this a thousand times before, the way his muscles feel lined up against every inch of you.

A throat clears from somewhere in space behind you both and it takes you a few seconds to come down from the high of kissing Ghost. In the time it takes you to realize Soap just walked in on you making out with his friend, Ghost has his mask back on and is standing slightly apart from you. Your eyes flutter open and you reach a hand to your swollen lips, before he turns around he tips you a wink which sends a blush creeping over your cheeks. You have no idea what to say but Soap pipes up before you can come up with a reasonable explanation as to this situation.

“Pierce called, we need to get to base to go over a brief before we turn in for the night.”

You look between the two men, their eyes locked on one another. Soap turns his gaze to you and you blush again. “Come here lass, give me a hug and walk us out.” You move to step past Ghost and you feel his hand brush against yours in the barest of touches. When you get to the door, Soap pulls you into a bear hug and he says “be good” in a teasing voice that says he isn’t mad at you. He heads down the walkway to the truck and you’re alone with Ghost again. You open your mouth to say something but he reaches up a hand to your jaw and runs his thumb across your lips, silencing you.

“Thank you for dinner, love.” He follows after Soap, leaving you standing there feeling lighter than air, a phantom touch on your lips.

Note from Tatooinequeen: I’ve been getting SO much love over on Ao3 for this fic and it’s making me so happy. I love Ghost so much and I just want to show what a gooey baby love he is. Xoxo

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