#fem ghost

[duskier]

If you ever wrote the 141 getting bullied by Fem!ghost, the lesbianism in me would go wild I fear (so like…you should totally do it ist saying)

(I'm unsure if this was just for fem Ghost or full fem 141 forgive me fkdjsnd if it isn't good lmk and I'll do better for u <3)

cw cucking (??) cw exhibitionism!! this is just Ghost fucking reader to show the guys how its done

I won't lie I feel like I did good here

I'm so sorry but fem Ghost in a regular 141 sounds like dyke HELL imagine all of these bumbling idiots talking about women like they can take girls home and play them like a instrument when they can't spell clit let alone find it!!

And the second they catch wind that Ghost is a lesbian? They aren't homophobic by a long shot, but suddenly Ghost gets deeper into 'the boys club'. They wanna talk women with Ghost. It's weird, crude, and Ghost can't help but pity the women they all go home to. Soap always asks really invasive questions about how lesbian sex even works, a ton of porn-centric ideas that make Ghost roll her eyes. Gaz mainly wants to guess at Ghost's type in women, keeps showing her girls in his dating apps to see which one catches her eye. Price is obviously curious himself about Ghost's love life, but keeps the most quiet about it.

...Soap gets a ton of bravado when he's drunk. He likes to let loose when they go to bars close to base, usually it isn't too intolerable. But then he brags about how he's the best lay in his town, 'just ask any girl'. Gaz makes a joke about being internationally ranked, to which Price punches his shoulder. They all look when Ghost snorts incredulously.

"Aye? Think you'd do better with that plastic, Lt?" Soap points at her using his whiskey glass, a small drop spilling onto the table with his carelessness.

Ghost narrows her eyes at him. Part of her just wants to deck him, as much of a little brother as he was to her. "I know I would, Sergeant."

...It's your lucky night. Gaz spotted you first, lips missing his straw repeatedly as his eyes fixes on you leaning over the bar. Price sees you next, jostles Soap to get his attention.

But when you look over to their booth, the only person you're looking at is the woman in the balaclava. Black compression shirt not hiding an inch of her bulk, wide shoulders and stomach hanging just over her belt line. Carabiner on a belt loop, and you know you've got to at least try. You'd misread flags before thanks to the stupid military base being so close by, but the sight of Ghost... too tempting.

You can't see Ghost’s entire face, but you see her eyes crinkle when you shyly bring her a drink. Her friends across from her in the booth offer you a seat on their side, but before you can reply, Ghost is patting her thigh. It shouldn't make you so weak in the knees, but it does, so you quickly sit yourself on her thigh.

The men's eyes are wide, fixed on Ghost- how'd she get you under her spell so fast? You don't really notice their looks, too busy drinking in the smell of her cologne, a thrill shooting up your spine at the feel of her hand on your back.

...Ghost gets the idea first. None of the team protests, if anything their eyes grow hungrier. It doesn't take much convincing for you, either. It's a strange request, sure, for three men and one woman to want to take you back to a hotel for the night. But Ghost reassured you-

"None o'em will lay a hand on you, love, you'll just be mine. They just need t'see, learn how to do things right. You mind helping me show them?"

When you nod, mind already imagining what was to come, she cups your cheek with a gloved hand, thumb stroking your soft skin. "There's a good girl. You'll be perfect."

...Within an hour, Ghost's got you naked and compliant in a hotel room down the way. You'd forgotten about the men watching you entirely within only a few minutes of Ghost's bare hands pulling you onto your lap. With one hand she's spreading your ass apart while her other hand slips a finger or two in you. You're bracing yourself with your hands on her chest, gasping with your forehead pressed to hers as she finds every which way to make you feel good in that position.

You don't even have to tell her when you're close. Stars shining behind closed eyelids you can hear her whispering just for you, "Go on, let them see you, pretty thing. You deserve it, cum for me."

After your shocks have worn off, she's kissing you through her mask as she lays you down. Hands caressing and exploring, never in a rush. The only clothes she removes are her gloves and rolling up her balaclava. You're only passingly upset Ghost won't take her actual clothes off- you're sure it had something to do with the dynamic between her and her team- she looks damn good with her strap hooked over her jeans anyway.

You're salivating when she gets her knees on each side of your head. Thumb pressing down on her silicon cock, guiding it between your pretty lips. "Just gotta get it ready f'me pet, then I'll give you what you need."

Her quiet little words of encouragement are all you need, emboldening you to suck it like you're getting paid to, thighs clenching together at the sound of her grumbling praise.

The men aren't touching themselves, despite them straining in their pants and shifting every so often. Their eyes glued to you, your own eyes glued to Ghost as she pulls back, thumb wiping your spit-slick lips clean.

When she lines herself up with you, she doesn't immediately bully herself in. She grinds herself against you, focusing her mental energy on everywhere else. Licking your neck, biting your ear, whispering praises just for you while her fingers tug at your tits.

"Look like a fuckin' dream, love. So good for me, they don't even deserve to see you like this..."

It's when your chest is heaving, your face is flushed, and your nails are clawing her back that she rears her hips back, the plastic expertly catching and slipping into your needy cunt. "Just like that pet, just fuckin'- like that-"

She was so affected, sounded so hoarse, it sent butterflies through you as she started fucking into you. Ghost was like a damned machine, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm, your mewls and desperate cries filling the room. Her arms are so strong around you, she's tearing you apart and holding you together all the same. Like nothing you'd ever had before, and she knows it.

"Think of me, next time you're in bed- with any man like them, yeah? Remember what you could be having instead, call me when he's pumped and gone. I'll take care of you pet, like no man could."

The front of her jeans are soaked from you by the time you finally tap her arm, entire form shaking from exhaustion. Ghost immediately accepts it, pulling out and unhooking her strap as you giggle light-headed at the wet spot you left on her pants. She cleans you up, wet washcloth and all. You try to tell her you don't need it, but the lukewarm cloth soothes your tender parts like she said it would. Dresses you herself because frankly, you're still boneless.

Wraps you in her big warm coat that smells like her cigarettes, tells you kindly she's gonna get you home safe. To the men behind her, the men you couldn't care less about, the men all politely sitting with their hands folded in their laps, she barks, "Do what you will here, clean up when you're done. I'll see you back on base."

[xxautumnivyxx]

Captain I showed you my r!fle plz respond (thank you to the amazing artist @ / MizuShibaPL for letting me translate this to irl!)

[divine-draws]

for thewallsateme's 7.7k follower dtiys

[mokijimon]

fem ghoap! design by @peach_skyies on twt ^^

[tatertotsafterdark]

Teratophillia / Fem!Ghost x Fem! Reader Pt. 1

Description: Sick of not being able to find a date, you turn to getting a nightly work out in. You find yourself intrigued by a woman who occupies one of the benches at the park you walk at, though you never see her leave...

Got pissed off at the lack of of lesbian teratophillia fics so I turned this out :) Nothing too NSFW, but there is some very very light NSFW content at the end of the story (nipple play if you could even call it that). Ghost herself is based loosely on one of my friends, who recommended that I let her model for a story character. There's like, only one reference to appearance in this part though oops

NOTE: This fic has a large basis in working out though weight loss is not mentioned. I understand this may be uncomfortable for some readers though so proceed with caution!

Meeting people in this day and age has not been easy for you. You’ve tried dating apps, speed dating, getting dolled up and going out in hopes of being asked out... but nothing has worked. It’s been a constant struggle to form a connection with someone you find attractive and keep that connection going. So, you turn to changing yourself. Focusing on working out more, going out more, and learning a new hobby. If only you could figure out places you actually really enjoyed going to frequently and find a hobby that you actually enjoy. 

The working out part has been somewhat easier for you, though. You live relatively close to a park, which has a lovely path around it and a little pond that you loved to stop and stare at. The geese were friendly in terms of geese, so you don’t get chased off when you’re taking a rest to stare at the pond either. 

With your work schedule, you only have time to go to the park at night. You keep pepper spray on you, just in case, but it’s usually chillingly empty by the time you get there from your abode. You’ll sometimes catch a glimpse of a woman sitting on one of the benches around the pond, but she seems to leave before you can ever get to the pond. You never see her leave, but she’s never there when you manage to get across the park. You sit on the same bench she does when you take your little break. By the time you get to it, it’s cold, which you know is logical, but it almost feels too cold.

You’re proud of your consistency of working out, even if it is just a walk around the park, and you begin to tie the consistency to seeing that woman at the pond. You want to get to know her. You at least want to see her up close, and say hello to her in passing. You want to hear what her voice sounds like and see what her face looks like. So, you make your journey to the park, which is only a few blocks, and you try to quicken your pace around the path every night in hopes of finally catching her before she leaves. 

Eventually, you’ve reached a point where you can consistently jog and sometimes run, depending on how tired you are from work. You just need to see her face. You just need to see if she’ll react if you ask her if you can sit with her. You need to hear her voice, engage in small talk with her about the geese.

You can tell that these wants don’t come out of just a desire for connection. They come out of a desire for connection with her specifically. 

This particular evening, you’ve had a very slow day at work and ate a decent dinner. You have plenty of energy, so you manage to sprint for a good portion of the beginning of your workout. By the time you reach the pond, the woman is still sitting there. You’ve never seen her this close before, and there’s no way she can just disappear in front of your face, so you finally get to approach her.

Praying that you don’t smell like sweat or look like a total mess, you walk over to the bench.

“Good evening,” you say, a bit louder than you intended. The woman jumps a bit, turning in your direction and managing to show a smile. She nods in your direction, uttering a small greeting to you. Her face is soft and round, and she wears her hair in butterfly locs. The moonlight illuminates her face, shining in her eyes. She’s incredibly captivating.

“Would you mind if I sit here for a moment?” Your inquiry is overshadowed by your actions, as you’re already making the move to sit down. 

“I don’t mind at all. I see you here every night,” the woman on the bench says. You could listen to her speak all night. Her voice has something almost smokey to it, and that sends a chill right up your spine. You sit in silence for a moment, unsure of how to start a conversation with her, unsure on how to speak to such a beautiful woman. 

She fills the silence for you.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

You turn from her, to the pond, and back to her, tilting your head. 

“How do I do what?” 

The woman’s response is just a laugh. You think for a moment, figuring out she must be referencing your habit of getting a jog in every night.

“Oh. Well, I just practice a lot. Consistency is key.” 

Your gaze is fixed onto her. She nods as you speak. You feel so calm sitting next to her. 

“I could never. My body aches too much to be able to push myself the way you do.” 

You feel your face get warm. Are you blushing? All she did was compliment you, you have no reason to be blushing. But you are. It feels nice to be able to blush at an interaction you’re having with another person. You smile shyly back, a little pit forming in your stomach. She was so pretty that she was making you nervous. 

You turn back to the lake, spotting a goose sleeping peacefully by it. You focus on it, still listening to the woman to see if she speaks, hoping that looking at something other than her will help you ease the nerves.

She doesn’t talk for a few moments, and you assume that she’s looking at the goose with you. You turn back to her, starting to comment on how cute the bird was.

When you turn back, she’s not there anymore. You hadn’t felt her get up, which would’ve been next to impossible since you two were fairly close on the bench. She left without a word, leaving behind an oddly cold feeling. You stand up, spinning around, looking for her. She’s nowhere to be found. You sigh, hoping you hadn’t done anything wrong. 

You continue on your way, a small ache in your chest. You decide to walk the rest of the way back to your apartment, hands stuffed in your pockets. As you circle around the pond, you feel a cold sensation directly on your nipples. You shiver, your knees knocking together. You close your jacket up, blaming it just on a breeze you hadn't felt. A small pinch to each now hardened bud causes you to quicken your pace, leaving the park dissapointed and freezing.

[gatorlovebot]

getting the strap on fem puppy simon would be so fucking hard. she starts rutting her hips as soon as you get your hands on her until you’re able to pull the straps snug, nestling the base of the dildo right against her swollen clit. she mewls at the overwhelming sensation and goes limp in your arms <3

[violetwinc]

Soap knew she fucked up, she fucked up big time. She can recall every single moment her girlfriend scolded her to be careful on missions before and after because they both know Soap likes to do stupid shit during missions, but this would have to be the stupidest thing she's done yet. Now Soap waits, she waits in her hospital bed for Ghost to come barging in to yell at her.

She rubs her side trying to soothe the bullet wounds but it does little to settle the pain and the medicine isn't helping much. As Soap is lost in thought the door to her room slams open bouncing off the wall while most likely damaging it in the process. There in the door stands Ghost, breathing heavily, the two stare at one another for a good two seconds before Ghost moves in the room and closes the door.

Hesitantly Ghost steps forward, then another and another. Ghost stands at the foot of Soap's bed, fist clenching. Soap looks up and she waits, waits for Ghost to yell and scream to berate her. 

"Your a fucking idiot" Ghost's words come out shaky as she tries to hold back tears, the sound of her broken voice startles Soap. She doesn't know how to react; she's so used to Ghost yelling at her, she wishes Ghost would yell at her. The sound of Ghost's broken voice tears Soap from the inside and tears start to form.

Ghost sucks in a breath and she see the tears from in Soap's eyes, she sits next to her girlfriend on the hospital bed and places a hand on Soap's cheek "Don't scare me again" Ghost says in the most gentle voice causing Soap to sob

Ghost tenses and tries to soothe Soap, pulling her girlfriend into a gentle hug "Aren't you going to yell?" Soap asking between fat tears. Ghost looks at Soap confused "Why would I yell at you luv?" 

This only makes Soap cry harder, Ghost places a gentle kiss to her girlfriend's head "I'm not going to yell at you, no matter how much a fucking idiot you are. I'm just happy you're alive, it was touch and go for a while. I was sure I would lose you" 

Soap mumbles sorry repeatedly as she cries into Ghost's chest who rocks Soap in a soothing way "I got you luv, I got you" Ghost whispers.

[keip]

insanity

fem ghost

[applbottmjeens]

Fem!Ghost/Simone Riley being the woman of my DREAMS

(uncensored version available on my Patreon)

[cynicashadow]

I crave for fem soap and ghost after watch a tiktoker cosplay both ghost and soap as fem

Pls someone make a fanfic of Fem soap/Fem ghost x reader! Pls I need it

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[duskier]

cw breeding

Dykes who know they can't breed but fuck like they are trying to, you have my heart!

Ghost absolutely has a breeding kink and cannot get enough of fucking any of her girls and babbling between gasping breaths about how beautiful they'll look fat and pregnant with their babies. Licking up their necks while brokenly growling about how this one will take, she'll make sure of it, 'gonna fuck my seed nice'n deep in ya love, can't wash tha' out,' and YEAH it's corny but she's probably got them fucked halfway out of their mind anyways so all they can do is sob and beg for it!!

(But also thinking specifically about transfem Ghost who is. unbearably fertile despite her belief that she's not. So she fucks you without protection and it's you obsessed with the whole breeding kink because you're both 'certain' she's shooting blanks- you are begging for her babies, nails clawing her shoulders as she's slamming her heavy hips against yours, her fat cock splitting you open-- AHHH)

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[uglygirltrying]

barbarian!ghost x princess!reader | pt2 to this

princess!reader whose new life, after the wedding, was as easy as it could possibly be. she just had to sit still and look pretty. most difficult part of her new life, was her new husband. he's a hard head. a piece of work, as she liked to think. as if he could be changed.

barbarian!ghost who liked his new wife. enjoyed her, even. she's pretty, sure. but she's a good girl too. and he liked that. he liked how he needed to protect her. keep her safe and warm. fed and happy. and, he'd gladly do just that.

princess!reader whose stuff was starting to make itself home. her clothes filled the dresser. her vanity table stood against the wall. fresh vase of roses on the nightstand every morning.

her smell stuck on the pillows.

barbarian!ghost who would only trust his most loyal men to guard her. the men he trusted, not to let his wife get hurt. not get touched. the men he trusted, to always know, whose wife the princess was.

barbarian!ghost who would probably never admit how much he was actually ready to do for her.

how many men he would kill at her word, before ever asking anything in return.

how many kingdoms he would take over, just for her to wear their riches.

and how much he would sacrifice, just for her to sleep in his arms every night.

taglist: @soapisdaddy

sorry that it's so short, and barely anything. i didn't feel inspired. but i still wanted to post at least something, because it was requested🙏 if i get inspired, I'll probably rewrite in another style, not this listing thing yk

[kismetarchive]

Simon helps you put on your heels

cw: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

"Simon, can you help me love?"

Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.

He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.

"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.

"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."

He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.

"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.

"I'll do it for you love."

Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.

"Si—"

You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.

"We can't be late Simon!"

You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.

"After the party then love?"

"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper