#ghost ghostcod

[loving-azerath]

Writing characters that always wear a mask. Advice from someone who does. XX

Okay so I am a writer of COD stuff and I have taken in a lot of content from other people who write these things. One thing that I have noticed is that with Ghost specifically, when you write him as wearing a mask all the time. There are realities that many others don't think about. I am a COD Cosplayer so I wear the balaclava's and I have a Konig cosplay as well. So Ill be making a list of things that I have noticed are harder to do/ easy to do while in the masks. I also wear a regular face mask all of the time for social anxiety. I only take mine off to clean them, shower, hygiene, and eat. I also come from a military family and have seen some consistent behaviors.

Now you don't have to do these things obviously. Just if you wanted to you have them xx So firstly for the Balaclava's. If you are writing the cotton mask, they are a tighter fit. Meaning lifting them up is a little more of a struggle. Not in a huge way. But lifting the mask over the nose to partake in your vice (smoking, eating pussy, drinking) is actually really hard to do. The fabric of the mask is too much at the bottom and there is no "sexy" way to to do it lmfao he would have to spend a lot of time rolling it and hop it doesn't roll back down at the end. It would be easier for them to do things like eating, smoking, drinking if they pulled it DOWN. But even then it can be a pain. They have most likely forgot their mask was on and tried to eat/drink through it and have made a mess or just looks in front of them like they just found their final reason. you can vape through them but I wouldn't suggest smoking a cig through them. I vape through all of mine all the time. I see Keegan being a vaper but only because he tried to quit smoking cigs and just got into a different vice which is really common for those in the military. getting them wet is fucking hell they take forever to dry. Blood comes out rather easily if the design is printed on like the Ghost mask. just cold water and soap and it comes right out. This one is kind of not something that you guys will be happy with but these motherfuckers cause acne. It is trapping heat, sweat and dirt under the skin. Before I realized that's what my acne was caused by my entire cheeks and chin were fucking going through it. If you dont want to write this part about them (i understand) Just mention if you are writing segments of them showering that they wash their face a little extra and that their love interest bullied them into moisturizing. lol You have to wash your face so much more and even then, I still get spots on my chin that I just put a patch one because the mask is staying. For Konig's mask, most likely he had to sew the neck of the shirt closed to keep it in place because otherwise it does slip around a lot I have noticed. His helmet claps, the straps that secure it, more than likely go through the sleeves that are put inside out. Idk if this one was common knowledge but it's just what I noticed looks the best with my konig mask and more like his mask.

He can hide food and drinks he doesn't want to share by just holding it under the mask. I was drinking a whole venti iced coffee under my mask and no one knew until I pointed it out because they asked why i was being so quiet. His balaclava under it is also probably cotton as it doesn't slip the most. They would all probably have multiple of the same kind to change them otherwise they do get very overwhelming to be in. Konigs gets in the way for him a lot I think. Yeah you do get used to it, but like if you move too much that mask is a t-shirt it's flowing in the wind my guy. Unless you tuck it into the vest it's not staying still lol I have seen people drawing him like eating it by like just lifting that mask and if he takes off his balaclava that is MORE than possible. He will probably get annoyed with how little he can look down properly without the shirt getting in the way though. KISSING THROUGH THE MASK GUYS- kind of hot ngl and totally possible. I kiss through my regular mask and I have kissed someone through my balaclava while they whore a mask also. It works. You feel the pressure of their lips more than the skin. you can't really swap saliva but you can do it and you can get riled up that way. Ghost's hard mask. The upper teeth of that will bump you if you try to kiss but it's fine. and the bottom part of the mask is really flowy kind of like Konig's t-shirt So eating, drinking, smoking would be easier if he was holding it up. ANYWAY!!!!! That's all the info I can remember for right now. I hope this helps ANYONE. Or interests ANYONE. If you have more questions drop them in my ask box.

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

thinking about sick ghost...

as soon as he steps through the door and takes his balaclava off, you attack him with kisses and hugs. he´s been gone for months now, on dangerous missions and you´re just happy to have your husband back in your arms again.

ghost holds you close to him, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he enjoys your warmth and scent.

he softly kisses the top of your head, "miss me lots, angel?"

"very," you grin up at him, your arms running down the sides of his bicep.

"i missed you too, lovie-" he suddenly sneezes, interrupting himself as he sniffles in embarrassment.

he coughs lightly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"let´s just ignore that, my love,"

"um let´s not?", you scoff, touching his forehead with the back of your hand, feeling him heating up, "you´ve clearly caught yourself a cold."

"love, it´s not that deep-" he begins.

"bed. now." you shut him up.

ghost frowns and pulls back slightly from your touch, trying to hide his discomfort, "i´m fine, lovie. it´s just a little sniffle, nothing to worry about,"

he tries to walk past you, but you block his way and cross your arms in front of your chest. ghost sighs heavily, desperately attempting to stifle a cough. he knows he won´t win this argument.

"fine, you win. i´ll go rest for a bit," he says, his thumb softly stroking the side of your face, "but don´t pamper me too much, alright?"

he grumbles as he makes his way to your shared bedroom, secretly enjoying your concern and care.

"oh, i will pamper you, big boy," you say, both your hands finding your hips, "lucky for you, i made soup and don´t pout, simon, it´s your favourite," you tell him, pinching his nose.

ghost can´t help but smile at your words,

"you always know how to take care of me, sweetheart."

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some flufffff, pls excuse my english, its not my first language :))

[frankiesteinart]

they're a set do not separate

[lily-lovelyy]

"Spoiled Girl"

warnings ; slightly nsfw? (Talk of a blowjob), fem!reader, AFAB reader, dominant!Simon, Sugar Daddy!Simon

Simon never had a problem with spending money though, especially on you. In fact, he have you his credit card every time you asked for something, if you needed your nails done, if you needed you hair done, or even if you simply wanted to buy something spontaneously.

Simon always knew you were spoiled, since the first date, ordering a lobster, the most expensive wine and an even more expensive dessert, did he even need to mention the dress, jewelery and heels you wore to your first date?

Now you had him wrapped around your finger, the finger with obviously a very expensive ring, and a very expensive manicured nail on it. He let you drag him around the mall, you two were currently in Victoria's secret, and your bag ��� the one Simon was holding — was clutched in his veined fist.

He was only slightly irritated, you'd spent more than $300 dollars altogether previously that day, you'd got at least 13 or 14 new outfits, some new toys, and candles.

He stood with his arms crossed, sighing and you brought up a new set of lingerie up to your body, showing him and giving him those puppy eyes full of plea. "Can I have this, Si?" You asked sweetly, his eyes drank you in.

"Now...lovie..." He sighed, he almost never told you no, so this was a slight shock to you. "Pleaseee! I'll give you a little something special later?" You smiled, already securing your victory. Simon's cock almost twitched in his pants "My choice?" He asked, to which you nodded. He stuffed the lingerie into your shopping bag, with the thought of the blowjob already in his head, he'd have to get you to put the set on whenever you got home.

"C'mon you spoiled girl. Enough shopping for one day." He said, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you to the checkout. You pouted, but soon we're uplifted with the promise of food and sneaking a few perfumes and lotions into the shopping bag.

[annaphoenix1994]

Thank God for this Mask

Masterlist

You and Simon are early to the briefing (hours early - being the room they were held in was the quietest place to "spend time." You have to hide from the others after this was only a briefing between Price and his team, deciding to give Simon - Ghost - a well-deserved blowjob from under the table.

You and Ghost had been intimate for weeks without suspicion. Keeping your lust towards each other at a minimum when you were around the entire team. To you, keeping your attraction towards him vague was sexy as it called for not only a slow-burn-type buildup, but great sex for when you two finally had time together.

For the last few weeks, you two had resorted to the briefing room to have sex for when the barracks became too noisy and threatening for suspicion between your teammates.

His balaclava was over his nose, hands on your hips as you rolled your hips into his lap, buckles loose on both of your belts, Ghost ready to have you bent over the table yet again.

It was a threat - always a threat to have you like this knowing that nearly anyone could enter the room at any given time. Even though it was a threat, it gave you the advantage as the walls were thin and any type of movement could be detected from further away, giving you both the amount of time to present yourselves without giving anything away.

Ghost was smart about it, always bringing a file of papers with him and his phone to show that he was going through paperwork or playing a game on his device to kill time as it was the only room with the best reception.

Although this time, he thanked Price for giving him a heads-up that an emergency briefing was about to take place in regard to the current missile crisis going on.

Ghost's warning fired you up, telling you that this was going to be a briefing between the 141 only.

But you had no time to exit the room to make yourself seem inconspicuous.

With a mischievous smirk, Ghost watched you disappear under the table. Fixing his balaclava back over his mouth, he moved his chair to where he was seated and ready to hear Price's words, fumbling with his phone to make it seem like he was the only one in the room as well as being the first.

Ghost didn't expect what you were about to do.

But he wasn't going to stop you, either.

He swore you sucked him off better than any female's mouth his cock had ever been in.

Even though you gave the best head, he was hoping you weren't going to use the erotic twist of your tongue on him. It felt so good - so fucking good that he could never shut up when you had him at your whim. They won't ever let me live this down if you do that and we get caught, love.

Gaz entered second, nodding towards Ghost as he took a seat across from him at the table, Soap entering next as he took a seat next to Ghost. "Texting your love?" He poked, seeing that Ghost had removed his gloves and set them on the table to fumble on his phone.

"No, she's on guard duty." He grumbled, even though the thought of you between his legs at the moment was more arousing knowing that everyone else that entered was oblivious to her about to take him in your mouth.

Alejandro and Rudy entered last, the pair toting a cup of coffee in their hands as they took a seat at the table to wait for Price. Ghost greeted them with a subtle nod of his head, nearly jumping out of his seat at the feeling of your warm hands unzipping his pants, removing his semi-hard cock from the restraints of his underwear, your hot breath blowing against the head of his cock in a teasing manner, hesitant on if you should continue or not, but his seeping pre-cum was too enticing for you to just put it away.

You smirked as you watched his legs part slightly more as if he were asking you to continue, his heels catching you behind your bent legs, pulling you closer towards him to trap you within the safety of his massive thighs.

You wanted to giggle, but you knew you had to stay quiet. Especially now that your chances of getting caught were getting higher and higher. You slowly took him into your mouth, the salty/sweet taste of his pre-cum on your tongue making you want to moan as you continued to take him, feeling his cock become more erect as it begged for relief.

You listened as Ghost kept conversing with his teammates, occasionally breathing a chuckle to mask a groan that threatened to leave his lips. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were desperate to close shut to enjoy the warmth surrounding his groin, his hips wanting to thrust himself into your mouth as you made work on his shaft, using your other hand to cradle his heavy balls, gently using your fingers to fumble them throughout your palm as your pace became faster and teasingly slower at the same time.

You slowed your pace once you heard Price enter the room, removing your mouth completely from him to view his beautiful cock in front of you, pleased at how desperate it wanted to release itself.

Knowing Price held the group's attention with his PowerPoint presentation as well as his stern voice, Ghost made it appear that his hands were on his lap, leaning forward as he made himself appear that he was paying close attention to the PowerPoint when in reality, his hands were now tangled through your hair, coaxing you to continue as this threatening blowjob was more arousing than having to sneak away to have sex. His right hand lined your jaw, tracing the bone with his index finger as his left hand was cradling the crown of your head to keep it from hitting the bottom of the table.

Fucking hell, he sighed to himself, letting his eyes flutter shut briefly before opening them again. He thought he blew his cover when Soap made a comment.

"You falling asleep over there, Ghost?" Soap whispered.

"Shit's boring." He grumbled, referring to the PowerPoint.

"You got that right." Soap chuckled, extending his legs out in front of him as his knees began to ache, Ghost subtly hooking his legs around you to keep you close to him and to avoid Soap accidentally touching you with his.

You continued your sloppy assault on his cock, knowing he was close by how it twitched in your mouth. Smirking to yourself, you wanted to try his patience as well as his will to keep himself quiet by twisting your tongue against the bottom of his shaft as you sucked harder, knowing it was impossible to keep him quiet when you two were alone.

To your surprise, he did just that. Not a peep out of him as you made multiple strokes with the wicked twist of your tongue against his sensitive and rock-hard cock.

You knew you were doing a number on him by how his grip tightened in your hair, unable to control himself as his left hand pushed your head down against him slightly, begging you to continue.

Soon, you felt him pulsating in your mouth, his hot seed coating between your cheeks as you swallowed it with haste, pumping him with your hand as your mouth surrounded his aching head as it felt that you were about to suck him dry.

Swallowing as quietly as you could, you placed a gentle kiss to his cock before carefully putting it back within the confines of his underwear, slowly pulling up the zipper and waiting until Price began talking again to buckle his belt for him, knowing he would stand up after the briefing was over to save him the embarrassment.

I'm not done with you.

You stayed on your knees as you watched the rest of the men stand to their feet after Price had concluded the meeting. Through a sore jaw, you swore that was the longest half-hour of your life as your heart beat rapidly against your chest out of pure adrenaline.

If there was one thing you knew you could look forward to, Ghost never let you have to take care of yourself when it came to succeeding your own orgasm.

You watched Ghost's stature stay idle as the rest of the men made their way to the exit, watching his hand open towards you to help you to your feet before it suddenly disappeared, hearing Soap's voice linger as he hadn't exited yet.

"You meeting us at the mess hall?"

"In a minute," He replied, taking a pen out of his pocket and setting it on top of the table. "I'll catch up."

"Ay." Soap nodded, the sound of the door latching shut indicating that you and Ghost where the only two left in the room.

You took his hand when it was offered to you again, using his strength and massive form to cling to as you stood to your feet, your knees aching from having to sit on them for so long.

You smirked at the stark gleam in his eye, knowing he wasn't finished with you as the sight of you had him growing hard again. "Bend over. Right on this table." He pointed.

"Is that a demand, Lieutenant?"

"That's an order." He replied, helping you bend over on the table before making work of your pants, pleased that your belt was still unbuckled.

At the sight of your bare presented to him, he grew rock-hard all over again, not even having to pump himself to shove himself into you. Your cunt glistened for him, ready and begging for him as you had your own underwear soaked with arousal the entire time. From the time you were on his lap, to the time you were under the table sucking him off, and to now - it was an unforgiving puddle that constantly reminded you of how aroused you were for him.

And only him.

"So demanding, baby." You panted as he parted your legs with his foot, the warmth of his body coming closer to you.

"You almost made me blow my cover." He grumbled as the head of his cock disappeared between the confines of your walls.

"Yeah? What're you going to do about it?" You taunted, gasping as he didn't take his time with entering you, sheathing himself completely before you felt the heavy weight of his chest against your back, his left hand snaking around to clasp over your mouth to muffle the moan that was sure to escape your lips.

"To fuck you senseless." He grumbled in your ear as he continued to thrust into you, his right hand clamping down on your hip to keep you pinned to the table, the oak legs of the table threatening to glide across the floor with every powerful stroke of his hips.

"I look forward to it."

[quoxal]

"Ka-freaking-boom , baby" A photograph for Ghost and Soap to remember their adventures!

(one of them seems to be more into it than the other, can you guess who?) :D

[soggyriceee]

I Can't Hurt You ~ Ghost NSFW

[ mentions of gunshot wounds, anxiety, trauma and sex. plz like and lmk if there angsty type of stories interest anyone, have a good day <3 ]

It had been 6 weeks since you'd been shot. Once in the leg, once in the arm. For days you had thought you'd lose your arm and leg. All you could really remember was Simon yelling your name while blood covered his hands. Your blood. But, the base surgeons were some of the best and you were at home almost fully recovered. Your husband, Simon Riley, the man who unfortunately was leading that mission you'd suffered injury from, was always by your side. He was on e for giving you your space so having him everywhere you were at was new. But you loved it because the more you saw him and how caring he was towards literally only you, it made your heart flutter.

Ghost was a whole war criminal, why would he spend his time going to the store, getting flowers, cards, clothes gifts, all that stuff? Because he was so deeply in love with you, it was like his money and time quite literally belonged to you. He spent hours trying to learn to cook for you since you were glued to the bed.

" Tell me if it needs more salt." He demanded, towering over you as your sims started a house fire on your laptop screen. " Its good baby please stop bothering me now." You laughed, wiping some of the homemade pasta sauce from your lip. As much as he did annoy you, you couldn't ask him to really leave you alone.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that the whole happy persona you put on in front of him was fake. You were trying to act tough and brave for him. Independence was something you both had and in your eyes alone, it was embarrassing to be the first in the relationship to need help. Consistent help. Ghost was good at reassuring to you that he did not see you as weak, he actually saw you as brave, strong. " You survived two gun shot wounds at once lovie.. that makes you stronger than me." He whispered to her as you quietly sobbed in the hospital bed a few weeks back.

And this injury definitely caused some small bumps for you both. For example.. sex. It wasn't that it was different, it literally was not happening. Despite you being able to move almost all on your own, stairs were still a bit hard, he wouldn't touch you unless it was to help you. And as much as you loved how gentle and genuinely kind and caring he was for you, you needed a bit more. " Simon.." You'd whisper in his ear when it was close to your given bedtime. By Simon. "Yes my love? Do you need anything?" He asked, looking away from the news on your guys TV.

You moved to sit on his lap, struggling to raise your injured leg a bit. But you made it onto his lap successfully and with mi animal pain. But he sensed it immediately. " Lovie.." You shushed him and placed your arms around his neck. " I appreciate all the care you've been giving me.. but I need a bit more." You spoke softly, eyeing his lips. You began to move in but you could tell he began to panic, jolting his head back and hitting the bed frame. You looked up at him, your chest feeling like it just got shot this time. " I-i can't.. Im sorry." He had took you off his lap before standing and walking out the room and rubbing the back of his head.

It had been about a week since that encounter. It hurt you, and you definitely cried about it after. He ended up sleeping on the couch that night, but still coming every 30 to check on you, even when you were asleep. Neither of you really spoke about it. And you could assume thats what made the relationship more awkward now. While yes he did sleep in the bed again, and he was still taking care of you, the conversations were small and minimal. " He won't touch me Soap.. I don't know what to do. We used to have sex almost every day at least twice a day." You spoke into your phone as you looked up " How to Get My Husband To Have Sex With Me After Gunshot Wound". Almost no good articles came up. I mean, who really goes through this?

" Im sure he'll come around. I mean, he did see you literally almost die in his arms. You mean a lot to him and I think he's just terrified of hurting you more." He said through the speaker. He was on base, doing paperwork for the next mission. Another you and Ghost would be sitting out on. " Its been almost three months. Im practically healed... it just sucks because I feel like a..like a disease. He won't touch me in any way other than to help me. Even when I dont need it." You sighed.

Simon had gone to the store, grabbing you ice cream you had mentioned to yourself you wanted to get at some point and your positive other things to go along with it. Despite that awkward encounter he was still there to make you feel better. " He hasn't really said anything to me but you know how he is. Try talking to him again. I have to go, Price is calling." He said before hanging up abruptly. You sighed and looked around. You needed to get up and do.. something.

You moved your laptop to the side and began to stand. A minor pain stabbed your injured leg, causing a whimper of pain to leave your lips. As you opened the bedroom door, you heard Simon return into the house. " Lovie? Im home with that ice cream you wanted." He yelled from downstairs. You moved towards the stairs, gripping the handles and moving slowly. As your uninjured leg hit the bottom stair, your injured one again gave your a little trouble. "Shit" You squeaked, gripping the handle more. " Lovie?" He walked over swiftly to the stairs, dropping the ice cream and spoon that was in his hands. " What are you doing?! If you wanted to come down you should've waited for me to carry you down." He began to approach you but your hand hit his chest, stopping him. " I-i can do it mys-self." You grunted. Finally, your injured leg was on the same step as you. " You can't thats why your face is scrunched up in pain just let me help-" " GO AWAY! I dont need you here every two seconds simply just to help me. You won't do so much as cuddle with me let alone have sex with me. Im not made of glass im a human im your wife for crying out loud but you treat me l-like im not. leave me alone!" You screamed at him, tears welling in your eyes.

His face looked hurt, but also surprised. " L-lovie I just-" You cut him off by turning away, moving back up the stairs. He wanted to help you, but you had made it clear you wanted him to back off. You made it back up the one step and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door. You moved onto the bed, holding one out of the 10 stuffed animals Simon bought you and silently, again, cried into it. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn't. You were able to tell him finally how you felt. You heard his boots at the door, no matter how hard he tried to keep quiet. And he just stayed there. Listening to you cry but feeling too scared to say, or do anything.

The next morning you woke up and Simon wasn't there to wake you this time. You rubbed your eyes as the sun peaked into the room. " Simon..?" You asked, your voice a bit hoarse. You looked around and noticed a rectangular, long box at the end of the bed. You reached over and grabbed it.

Your right, ive been too overbearing. I'm sorry lovie..

You opened the box and inside was a cute lingerie set. It was with and pink, a little bow in the center of the bra. Your cheeks turned a bright red as you read the second note inside.

I hope you like it. I hope I see you in it soon <3

Just as you finished reading, Simon walked in the room. In his hands was a tray full of French toast, coffee and fruit. His eyes met yours, his big puppy eyes. " Oh I was.. expecting you to still be asleep." He chuckled softly, placing your breakfast on the night stand. " Im sorry for y-" For the first time in almost three months his lips touched yours. You gasped into the kiss, your heart going a 100 miles per hour. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you up into him.

His lips yearned for yours. He slowly sat next to you, keeping your lips connected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him just as passionately back. He broke away, sighing. " Dont apologize. You were right. And plus.." He right hand snaked up to your cheek, cupping it. " I've missed touching you like this." He whispered. His lips landed on yours again, this time a bit more passionately. You moaned into the kiss, a signal to him that you felt good. His free hand moved up your body, slowly. You had nothing on but his hoodie and some underwear. His favorite outfit of yours.

" Is this okay?" He asked against your lips. You nodded, smiling softly. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt genuinely happy. He smiled and gently pushed you down on the bed, fixing you a bit so that your head was on the pillow. He hovered over you but you could tell he was still nervous as ever. " You can touch me anywhere.. Simon. Im not hurt anymore." You said softly, looking into his worried eyes. " I know but.. w-what if I get too aggressive-" You took his hand from beside your head and smiled. " How about this. If im hurting, ill call out.. "strawberries." Then you'll know to stop." You suggested, smiling up at him still. He pursed his lips but nodded.

He leaned down, attaching his lips to your again. This time, with lust and desperation. You could tell how much you both missed each others touch. Your hands slid under his black hoodie, tracing every ab until you got to the top. He hummed at your soft fingers against his skin, breaking away from the kiss. He moved down to your neck, gently sucking your skin. His right hand slowly, like criminally slow, slid up your thigh, gripping it every now and then.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your bottom lip trapped under your top teeth. Small, quiet whimpers left your lips every time he'd suck your neck. He left behind big and small marks, red and purple mix. He pushed himself off your body a bit, smiling at his work. " You look beautiful my love.." He whispered. You blushed and looked down. You saw the tent in his sweats, his Calvin Klein boxers peaking through at the top. His hand gripped your chin, gently moving your head to look up at him. " Don't be shy." He smirked. His hand that was still on your thigh was now at your wet core, It was throbbing for him at this point. Desperate.

" Awh.. your so wet.. show me how deprived you are from my touch baby.." He whispered, his thumb moving in small circles exactly at your swollen clit. Your body jerked up, a small moan leaving your lips. You watched his hands, only turning you on more. He watched you, his eyes not telling you what he was feeling. You felt embarrassed and began to slowly cover your face. He growled and grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head. " What did I tell you? Dont be shy.. I dont wanna have to stop you from cumming baby.. especially if you deserve it." He said, slowly moving his eyes down your body.

You shook your head, grinding your hips against him more. " Awh baby your so fucking cute when you get desperate like this." He sighed. You felt his thumb stop moving and instead, two of his fingers pulling your soaked panties down for you. He tossed them off the bed, licking his lips at your exposed pussy. " Fuck.. I wish you'd yelled at me sooner my love.. its gonna be so hard trying to hold back." He said before pulling off his hoodie. He tossed it away, before grabbing your knees, spreading them apart.

Yes this was your husband, but after being celibate for three months, you were nervous. And he felt it. He looked at you from through your legs, smiling. " Let me take care of you.. you deserve it baby." He smiled, kissing your inner thigh. He kissed down, surely leaving marks on your thighs, before finally reaching your dripping pussy again. He kissed it, earning a desperate whine from you. He chuckled before sliding his tongue through your folds, a gasp coming from you.

He slowly spread your legs more far apart. " Am I hurting you?" He asked, looking at your injured leg. " No.. remember ill say strawberry if you do." You said, patting his head gently. He smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to your pussy. It was on full display for him. He placed his hands on your hips, moving you onto his tongue. His tongue immediately went to your aching clit, sucking it ever so gently. You let out a satisfied whimper, your eyes again fluttering closed. He worked his tongue on your clit, sucking it, kissing it. His hands definitely started to make bruises on your skin but you were happy with that. Because it felt like normal. Like the sex you both used to have.

" O-oh Simon~' You'd whimper below him, gripping his brown hair. Your knees tried to connect but he gently, still worried about hurting you, kept them apart. " Don't close your legs until im done with you." He said, his lips glossy with your juices. It was such a hot sight to see. it felt like you guys were teenagers all over. Horny and desperate. His lips went back to working on your pussy, sucking your clit perfectly. " Because you had been deprived of your regular orgasms, you felt this one building fast. And it was surely gonna hit hard.

Your legs began to shake and you began to let out pathetic, desperate whimpers. " Sim-Simon I f-feel it.. shit." You cried out, gripping his hair and the sheets. He only moved his tongue faster, pulling you onto his face more. He was desperate. You could tell. He even began to moan against your pussy, looking up at you. " Thats it baby.. feel good for me. You deserve it." He said against your pussy, his middle and ring finger sliding in to help his tongue out. " Cum on my fucking face." he growled, moving his fingers faster.

His tongue moved with his fingers and quickly, you felt your body release its high. Your whole body began to shake, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. He whimpered quietly as he devoured every last drop of your cum. " Fuck baby.." He whimpered against your pussy as your body still jerked from the intensity of your orgasm. He moved his lips slowly against your pussy, sighing. He eventually sat up, his lips, nose and chin completely covered in your juices.

" You did amazing my love. Im so proud." He said, smiling down at you. You were out of breath, your eyes still shut. You felt him kiss your neck before your lips. " Do you want to continue baby? I can take care of myself. I want you to feel rested-" You pulled him down by the collar, your lips smashing onto his. He moaned into the kiss, smiling. " Yes.. I want to continue." You said after pulling away from him.

He kissed your cheeks before standing from the bed, pulling his pants down. His dick was huge. But, after three months of nothing, not even self pleasure, his dick looked..bigger. You had to admit, it made you a bit nervous. You watched as he pulled his boxers down, his whole body exposed in front of you. You quickly felt your clit throbbing all over as your eyes looked at every part of his body. " Are you positive you want this my love?" He asked, crawling back on the bed with you. He hovered over you, looking at your naked body as well.

" I swear Simon.. this is what I want." You said, looking up at him. He nodded before placing a soft but passionate kiss on your lips again. You kissed back as you felt him position himself at your entrance. " Just.. take my hand. And squeeze as hard as you want if it hurts." You nodded up at him. Despite how sex deprived you both were, how desperate, he still was patient and careful with you. He didn't want to do anything other than take care of you. " Okay.." He breathed out. Slowly, you felt him push into you. By the time his tip was in, you had already felt how thick he really was. He continued until he felt your hand grip him hard. He stopped.

" A..are you okay?" He breathed out, looking into your eyes. He was a little more than halfway in you by now and he felt like he could cum just off that alone. " I just.. need to get u-used to the feeling." You said, your other hand gripping his forearm. He nodded, kissing your cheek, then ear then neck. You loved his caring and gentle side. If you weren't injured, he'd probably be a bit less gentle, but still respectful of your needs.

" You can keep going." You smiled up at him after a minuet or so. " Are you positive?" He asked, moving his lips away from your breasts, again leaving behind more red and purple marks. You nodded and slowly, he pushed the rest of himself in. You both let out a gasp, his balls hitting the bottom of your ass as he went all the way in. " Fuck." He groaned before moving his hips back and forth slowly. With each thrust, a whimper left your lips. His head fell in the crook of your neck, slowly his hips picking up the pace.

You didnt have to ask for anything. He could read your body and what it was that you needed easily. You wanted him to go faster? He was already doing it before you moved your lips to ask. Your nails dug into his back, his hips now slamming into yours. " Yes Simon! y-your fucking me so well." You moaned, both of you not caring if your neighbors heard your moans. His hand slipped around your neck, his eyes hooded. " Yea? I am baby? Is my dick making you go.. fucking crazy?" He moaned, his free hand on your hip.

You whimpered and nodded, your body jolting up with each thrust of his. " U-Use your words..lemme hear that pretty voice." He whispered into your ear, slamming his hips into yours. You couldn't feel any pain. It was like all you needed was him fucking you silly. " I-i'm crazy..Im crazy for y...your dick Simon." You whimpered, barely able to make out words. He chuckled and kept his hand on your neck, moving at the same consistent pace.

Above you, his eyes were closed, squeezed shut matter of fact. His thrusts began to become a bit inconsistent, signaling to you he was close. " Baby.. I-ive missed this.. this pussy so much.. your gonna make..me fill you up." He groaned, his grip on you tightening. "Your gonna take.. all my cum to. Every..last..drop." He said, slamming his hips into yours with every word. You felt your stomach start to cramp and your legs shake. Both of you slowly became louder with your moans, your hands resting on his chest.

You could feel his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you as his body rested on top of you. His thrusts got sloppy, and he at this point, was a whimpering mess. " Oh baby.. im gonna..im gonna cum." he mumbled into your boobs. You tried to tell him the same but you again, felt your high wash over you. Your whole body froze, your vision weirdly went white for a quick 5 seconds. You didnt even realize Simon slamming into you fast, chasing his high. "F-fuck!" You felt his warm cum shoot into you, his body jerking as he tried to stay on top of you. But he failed, collapsing on top of you.

" s-shit.. Simon." you moaned, closing your eyes. His chest rose and fell fast, holding you tight as his cum slowly seeped out of you. He gently pushed himself back into you, wanting all of his cum stuffed into you. " I know baby.." he said, his voice tired.

both of you stayed like this for about 10 minuets. he eventually pulled out, watching your body react. " Are you hurt?" He asked, finally realizing his grip on your hips left finger marks. You smiled and shook your head. " I feel the best ive felt in three months baby.. thank you." You whispered, smiling up at him. He nodded before sliding off the bed. " I know.. I said I wanted to see you in this but. You looked beautiful and sexy regardless." He smiled before placing the box on the floor. You sat up, stretching.

" Lets shower and eat breakfast. We can go shopping. I want today tp be everything you want." He said as he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. " I love you Simon.." You whispered, watching him as he carried you. He smiled and kissed your nose. " I love you more my love.. ill love you no matter what."

the end

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Things I will NOT write for,

cnc/rape

and non con at ALL

piss/scat kink (it's time to kink shame, sorry.)

blood kink

SA

SH - ED

Descriptive Torture

Public Sex

Male!Reader

Dom!Reader (by this I mean hard Dom, like referring to yourself as master and whatnot, I'm alright with like a soft Dom reader!)

Age regression

Age Play

(if you write or reblog anything about dub-con or non-con, please block me, and don't reblog any of my works.)

Things I WILL write for,

Dacryphilia

Somnophilia (consensual ofc!)

Pain Kink

Pervy Characters

Yandere Characters

Possessive/Controlling Characters

Fem!Reader

Sub!Reader

Occult!Reader (vampire, siren, werewolf, ect.)

Threesome's

Polyamerous relationships

Characters i'm currently writing for,

(task force 141) (cod mw2)

Captian John Price

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' McTavish

Konig

Keegan

Valeria

Konig;

Distance (18+)

Daddy?

Bandages and Bruises (18+)

Need (18+)

Longing (18+)

★Poisoned★

Little Bee

Ghost and Konig;

Two at Once? (18+)

Ghost + Konig Favorite Sex Positions (18+)

Getting High Together (18+)

What kind of kink they have (18+)

Them with a needy reader (18+)

Then giving you an aphrodisiac (18+)

Ghost;

Simon during intimacy!

"Spoiled Girl"

John Price;

nothing here yet!

Soap McTavish;

nothing here yet!

Keegan;

nothing here yet!

Valeria;

nothing here yet!

Fanfics i'm currently working on

Roman

Part One

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You overhear a gaggle of girls talk about Ghost like one of their trophies. Keeping this to yourself, Ghost couldn't help but read you like an open book, taking his loyalty to you to the ultimate level: marking you as his.

Possession

Thank you for the request, @dragonstoneprincess! I hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry it took me this long to post!

You and Ghost had kept your relationship as private as possible during your deployment. Having been together roughly six months, you never had to ask for reassurance when it came to how he felt about you.

However, before you came along, Ghost didn't have an issue when it came to sex. When he was younger and "still new to the game" as a climbing recruit, he had women by the bushel - the mystery of the man behind the mask being more arousing than he thought when it came to women.

As for you, that changed completely. You were the person he wanted to have a life with outside of the military...when that day came, anyway. (Your team was promised a safe leave by the end of the week...two weeks ago.).

It felt as if it would never end.

You never questioned his loyalty to you nor did you ever question his past, leaving his constant answer of "it's in the past, let's worry about now" to conclude your questions.

That was, until you heard two other females talking about Ghost as if they got a piece of him recently.

This boiled your blood, igniting a flame of jealousy so hot within you that you wanted to gouge their eyes out for looking at him as well as his for cheating on you.

Unbeknownst to you, they were just gossiping about the men they'd been with years ago, hoping to have a second chance with "The Ghost."

"Even though he was drunk, was it still good? I've been trying to get him to have me pinned up against his cot since I landed!"

"Girl, when I tell you I couldn't shut up if I tried, I mean it!"

"Wasn't it weird though? With the mask?"

"Not at all. I thought it was quite hot, actually. Although he never let me touch him and he never took his clothes off. All I remember is that tattooed forearm. And those veins."

"Jesus, I wish he'd rail me already. I've been shooting glances at him, but he always looks away. He probably doesn't see me as his type."

"Look at me, he didn't care to have me up against a wall. I'd let him again if he lets me get close enough."

"I think he's changed. He's always so isolated."

"Maybe it's because he's building up all that anger..." She winked.

The other girl sighed, "Fuck."

I can't take this anymore, you thought, adjusting yourself before exiting the bathroom, tucking your shirt into your pants as you forced the thoughts from your head, unaware that Ghost had heard the conversation through the thin walls of the bathroom - the men's lounge being on the opposite side. He knew you had stepped away to take a moment to freshen up before the pair of you went off on guard duty with Soap and Gaz in tow.

The barracks were nearly a ghost town, leaving only you, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and the two women who had been swooning over him left. Your heart thudded as you watched him turn the corner to walk to his room, nodding his head towards your room as the two girls were walking in a pair behind you as they were on the same route. "Hi, Ghost." One smiled.

He didn't reply, only huffed before he grasped your wrist, tugging you along behind him as he made it a point to show who really had his interest and would continue to do so.

He shut the door of your room, frowning behind his mask at the hurt gleam in your eyes. He knew what was going through your mind. “How long have you been doing this?” You asked him, mentally prepared for his answer.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear what those girls were saying. You slept with one of them, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, years ago,” he scoffed. “Not recently.”

“Mhm.”

“What happened to you trusting me? I haven’t given you a reason not to.”

“I know you haven’t, but I can’t just forget about something like that - how you’ve made some other girl feel the same way you make me-”

“Let me stop you right there. You’ve seen my face, she hasn’t. You’ve slept in my bed, she hasn’t. You’ve been to my house, she hasn’t. What me and her had was no strings attached, you aren’t.”

You blushed.

“Really?”

He sighed, taking a step closer to you, “You think I’m just blowing smoke up your arse?”

“…No.”

“Do I have to prove it? Prove that I’ll make it fully known that only one girl here has my interest?”

“I mean…you can prove it all you want.”

His eyes were dark when he reached for you, his fingers curling around your belt and pulling your waist into him before he trapped your body between the wall and his torso. You found yourself giggling at his playful dominance, your hands finding their way to the bottom of his balaclava, rolling it up to rest above his nose as his head dove in towards yours, caging your lips within his own.

“I know those girls are listening,” he whispered against your lips. “How about we give them something to listen to?”

“You’re so demented.” You scoffed.

“Possessive, love,” he grunted. “I don’t share what’s mine, but I don’t give a fuck to make it known what’s mine either.”

You smirked, playfully biting your bottom lip while he trailed his along your neck, his hands finding yours to pin them above your head and against the wall. You fought to release a moan, knowing you two were in deep water when it came to having sex in your room due to the thin walls, but Ghost - Simon - would always encourage you regardless. You couldn’t help but cover your mouth when his hand cupped you. “Don’t hold back, love. Let me hear you.”

“But what if-”

“They know better than to come around wondering who’s making you feel good,” he groaned. “Let me hear you.”

You sighed heavily, letting him continue his assault on your neck, feeling a slight nip every now and then. Your fingernails dug crescents into his baring shoulder, wincing with pleasure before his hand clamped suddenly over your mouth at the sound of a slight knock on your door. “Shh.”

Ghost covered his mouth with his balaclava and adjusted his erection to where it was less obvious before he opened the door, his frame leaning against the doorframe as his right arm was extended towards you - his palm still covering your mouth. “Oh, h-hey Ghost. Have you seen Frog?” Your best friend asked. She knew well of the relationship between Ghost and you, never prying or doubting him for the rumors that swirled about him and his skills.

The nickname was always so funny to you - having gotten it by always being hyper and “hopping around.”

“No. Said she went out on patrol.” Ghost huffed in reply.

“Oh, okay. She usually asks me to go with her, but I guess she wanted to go alone.” She breathed a sigh.

“Didn’t ask me to either.” Ghost shrugged.

“Well, I’ll check back later.”

“Roger.”

Not once did your best friend question why he was in your room. Mainly because Ghost took a liking to taking naps occasionally when you were gone as you had the newest room with the best air conditioner. Ghost liked it. You, not so much.

“Simon! It feels like a morgue in here!”

"We're going to get caught, Sim-" You pleaded as he locked the door before returning to you, his mouth returning to yours to cut you off.

"Shh," He mumbled against your lips before his hands found their way to grasp your rear, hoisting you up before taking you to the bed, easing you down before he rested between your legs. His hot kisses against your neck were mesmerizing - the way they left a trail against the column of your throat felt like they had been there forever. He groaned as your leg curled around his thigh. In reaction, he pushed his erection against you, groaning into your shoulder as it was prominent that the week of abstinence from you was beginning to take its toll.

Turning your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, you gasped as his hand came up to grasp your jaw, forcing your gaze to peer into his. "Eyes on me."

He knew this tactic tested your boundaries of self-esteem, knowing you thought it was awkward to you to lock your soft gaze with his intimidating eyes.

But you did it for him, knowing he didn't ask for you to do anything in particular to please him unless it was eye contact.

And it was a huge turn-on for him.

You nodded hesitantly as this was a challenge for you, watching as his hand curled around the waistband of your trousers, pulling them off with haste as he knew their time was limited due to the pair of you being scheduled for guard duty with Soap and Gaz. "Answer a question for me, yeah?"

"What's that?" You whispered, reaching for his waist to loosen the clasp on his tactical belt, finding it immensely attractive that he was refraining from removing his entire uniform as well as yours.

"Would you like Ghost or Simon to fuck you?" He heaved a breath, glancing down after the warm sensation of your hand clasping over his cock, pumping him slowly before swiping your thumb over the aching and dripping tip, smirking as you watched his eyelids become heavy.

You knew what he meant when he asked you that question as there were two very different and distinct traits Simon carried with his alter ego:

Simon's lovemaking was very passionate, sometimes rough, and sensual - his hands making slow and warm trails to their own while his mouth hardly left your body, whether it be your lips, neck, breasts, or shoulders.

Ghost's lovemaking was very rough as well as sensual, however it consisted of vague sadism and bondage, testing your physical limits with every intimate encounter.

Although you always preferred Simon's soft side, his alter ego was very arousing as well as fun for both of you.

"Ghost." You answered with a grin, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth while you watched his brows raise under his balaclava, your core throbbing as he reached for the rag that was tucked on his belt.

"You know we won't have much time-" He warned.

You hummed, "I don't care. I just want you."

He gruffed before nodding his head towards the headboard, "Alright then. Arms up, love."

You obeyed, watching him intently as he used the rag to bind your wrists together in a figure eight pattern with the rag and tied its ends around the single rail of the headboard, running his bare palm over your clothed sternum before both of his palms rested on your knees, spreading your thighs so he can have a better view of your hot and aching core. Fucking hell, he thought, visibly seeing how ready you were for him - his cock twitched.

He pumped himself lazily as he adjusted his weight on his knees, tapping his length against your clit before he coated himself in your excitement to make the distant and missed white-hot pain more tolerable. His tip pressed against your entrance, his breathing jagged as his patience was running next to thin before he asked you, "Do you know your safe word?"

A word established between the pair of you for when he would be rough, truly not wanting to cause you any potential pain or discomfort.

"I don't have one." You teased, gasping that the sudden sensation of the tip of his cock departing from you.

He was teasing you as well as warning you.

"Red."

"Good fucking girl." He gruffed, granting you the satisfaction of him entering you.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he sheathed himself fully into you, his hips pressed against yours. He thrusted slowly a few more times to let your body adjust to his size, your winces of arousal escaping through your teeth before his thrusts slowly became rougher with each withdrawal, the sound of skin-to-skin replacing his grunts and your whines of pleasure.

Still buried in you, he reached for your ankles, placing the bend of your knees to curl around his shoulders as he was now holding his weight above you, being generous to let you adjust to his size and different angle before his weight transferred to his hands, giving himself immaculate leverage as he watched himself enter you, the sounds of your whimpers and moans coaxing him forward. "Fucking Christ." He grumbled, the sensation - obsession - of how you took him far more arousing than how he imagined.

"Right there," You pleaded, almost able to feel your pulse in your own hips. "Right there, baby."

He kept his pace, knowing you were at your edge...

But he wasn't.

He was still chasing his high and he wasn't about to let it happen so soon.

But fuck, you made it hard for him not to.

Reaching for the nearby pillow, he stilled so he could wedge the pillow between your lower back and the bed before he continued to thrust, the new angle letting him hit your G-Spot.

Your legs were now around his waist, the backs of your knees being supported by the miscellaneous pouches and gear strapped to his tactical belt as his hands made their way to your throat - one hand cradling the back of your neck while his other hand curled around the sides of your throat, careful not to push down on your trachea, using the new grasp on your throat to provide more leverage as the combination of his hands on your neck and the pillow under your hips was enough to send you over the edge.

And fast.

"F-fuck! Si-!" You gasped, your jaw agape as his pace continued. Strenuous, demanding, and a definite powerful orgasm that made your legs quiver and your walls tighten around him, coaxing him further and further into the familiar confines of marking you as his own.

"That's it," He growled, his eyes staring intently at your orgasmic expression. "Eyes on me, love. Keep them on me. Let it go."

His words did it for you, letting yourself release onto his cock, a faint white ring forming at his base before he stilled, the grip on your throat tightening slightly while he rode his wave of pleasure. "Fuuuckkkking hell." He panted, leaving himself to pulsate within you for a moment longer while he rewarded you with light kisses along your collarbone, his hand reaching above your head to release the confines of your wrists from the headboard, his thumbs rubbing your inner wrists to rid any soreness he may have caused by the restraint.

A vague hiss escaped his lips when he removed himself, his cock overstimulated and sensitive while he took the same rag to clean you off first before he did himself, offering to get a different one from the bathroom to finish cleaning up his mess before he promised to meet you at the designated guard station to meet with Soap and Gaz.

After a few moments of the pair of you catching your breath as well as you hiding your new blush of lust, Simon separated from you first after Soap had called for him over the comms, telling you that he'd meet you at a classified location, promising you that you wouldn't need a blanket to keep you warm that night.

Fixing your hair into a braid, you entered the lounge area of the barracks, seeing the same two girls that you had overheard talking about Ghost made brief eye contact with you, clear that not only jealousy was consuming their faces, but as well as envy.

"Hey, your-your friend was looking for you earlier. Said she wanted to see you before you went on guard duty." One of the girls said, her voice nearly trembling with jealousy that she hoped you didn't pick up on.

But oh, you did.

"Oh, I'll catch her before I go. I was too busy being railed against my bed by a mysterious man," You retorted, the nearly-same phrase you head heard one of them say earlier. "That tattooed forearm just does things to me. And that mask."

Usually, you kept things like this private, but you knew they heard. In fact, you were sure Ghost made it a point for you to be heard and not once did you care to rub it in to the girls that couldn't have him.

“I don’t share what’s mine, but I don’t give a fuck to make it known what’s mine either.”

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