#ghost modern warfare 2

[haven-1307]

Simon’s girlfriend touching herself to his gruff voice over the phone while he’s away on deployment. She’s tried and tried to work her fingers into the sweet spot but no matter how much she tries she just can’t quite reach like he can. Her delicate fingers poke and prod trying to find it and you can only huff with annoyance when it doesn’t work.

Simon solution? Getting a mould made of his cock, just for his sweet girl to use when he’s on the other side of the world. It fits perfectly, hitting the spots that have her breath stuttering and her back arching. Curling inside her, feeling the pinch on her cervix when the toy bottoms out.

[juwandiko]

Happy Pride month!! 🩵🏳️‍🌈

[local-apollo-kid]

Another Husband Ghost Drabble

Husband!Ghost who doesn't let Ghost into the house

He takes the mask off as soon as he enters the door

He's YOUR Simon

Ghost doesn't deserve you

He hides the mask in the back of a drawer while he's home

He never EVER wants you to meet the person Ghost is, you don't deserve that

So when he peeks into your shared bedroom before he leaves for a mission, he's shocked by what he sees

A soft kiss being pressed to the hard shell of the skull and a whisper of "bring my Simon home safe"

He almost breaks when he hears those words

Whispered so soft and sweet to a part of him he thought so unlovable

Simon vows to come home safe to you from then on

[granddaughterogg]

Effortless

Highlighting the artist who made Simon "Ghost" Riley such a compelling imaginary boyfriend for us all - his actor Samuel Roukin.

Sam's vibes are so, so different from Neil Ellice's in-your-face "Look at me, I'm amazing!" (you are, lovie, you truly are) or Barry Sloane's Hot Boy flirtatiousness.

Sam knows he's The Shit and he doesn't preen. He just lets us notice.

Look at him slip in and out of Ghost's gravelly drawl like it's a piece of silk.

I love his subtle, self assured, ginger beanpole ass.

[str4ngr]

Hi girlie!! I love your fanficts so much!! (Btw this is my first time requesting, and I'm a bit nervous, haha)

I have this, like, forbidden fantasy about 2009 Ghost being a virgin with an experienced reader who is all sweet and caring while she takes him while he whimpers and all. It's always the other way around, with the reader being a virgin, but never our favorite boys ☹️

If you don't feel like writing or taking my request, that's absolutely fine!! Take care!! 💕

~cardinal anon

class 101 [ simon 'ghost' riley ]

cw: suggestive, top/experienced, female reader, sub/unexperienced ghost, teasing. ughhhh didn't even think of that... thanks for the request, my cardinal.

who would guess a 193cm, muscular, war-hardened man would be one to whimper as your fingers graze his skin.

who falters to his knees as he kisses your hands, your name rippling from his lips in a desperate prayer. chest pressed against yours as he whines helplessly, sore arms limply wrapped around your waist as he pants into your stomach. your nails drag up his spine, feeling the gooseberries bloom on his skin.

cooing into his ear, every one of your words an instruction as his hands slip under your—his—shirt. his fingertips graze your skin, making you sigh in satisfaction, a sound he chases desperately. you chuckle, his desperate pleas for more quieted as you kiss him.

his tongue follows yours with each gentle motion of your lips, hand cupping his cheek as you tap your fingers against his blushing face. his whines and whimpers pathetically in pleasure, large hand pawing and groping your flesh. he grew more needy, his hips bucking against the mattress as he tugged at your clothes. you laughed, pinching his flushed cheek as you tease him more, your tongue tracing the shell of his ear. he shivered and curled, his spine curving into a beautiful arch.

he tried to speak, weak stammering as you traced up and down his sensitive body. his hands flattened out against your back, desperately trying to ground himself as you mocked his every reaction into his ear, hands tugging gently on the chains of his dog tags. he melted into your actions, letting your turn him to lay on his back, looking up at you with blurry eyes of pleasure, struggling to meet yours and not your breasts.

he follows your every word, drool pooling on his tongue as you instruct him; slowly undressing you. his eyes were glued to your body, each curve of your flesh, much to your satisfaction. his eyes met your his his motions froze, awaiting your next words as he nervously let his finger hook under your panties.

you smiled as your hands slid up his stomach to his chest, gently pushing him back to lean against the head board as you whispered to him, soft words in a tone that matching nothing of their dirty meanings.

he panted, saliva seeping from the corner of his lips as you kissed him, your hands teasingly wrapping around the buckle of his belt. your fingers danced under his shirt, nails tauntingly scraping his flustered skin.

he whines into your shoulder as you gently push his jeans open, signing in relief as the pressure on his groin releases as you pull down the band of his boxers.

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yummy.... lmk if i should write more [on ao3] hehe sorry for taking so long, been real busy :(

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[the-whispers-of-death]

TW: Mention of Death

I can't explain why, but I feel like Simon "Ghost" Riley was a man who went to church while growing up, maybe his mother was religious and he just went to appease her, but he went to church while growing up. And then he stopped going as he grew older, even when his mother asked and asked him to go.

He stopped believing in God, because the world was too cruel for there to be a God. Why would any god allow his people to suffer the way Simon and others did? Why would God not strike down his bastard father the minute he turned his evil onto his children?

So he goes through his early years in the military, not believing in anything. There was no heaven, no hell. It was all just stories made up to soothe people and to judge others.

But then Roba happened and he comes home to his beloved family dead. And he stands at their graves, having literally clawed his way away from death just to see them and they were already dead when he arrived. As he stares at the names on the graves, he hopes and prays there actually is a God.

He hopes that there is actually a God, not for him, but for his family. He hopes that they got to heaven, that they're happier now. He hopes their death and the afterlife is kinder to them than life on Earth ever was.

And so from that moment on, he believes, just a little bit. Because his grief can be managed if he believes in heaven, believes that his family's in heaven and happy.

[psychoshtbox]

Still can't draw, but I tried I suppose. Just had a tattoo idea for Ghost I couldn't get outta my head

[kaitlynisinfinite]

Tiktok: priceslvr

[granddaughterogg]

You are not a wasteland.

Nobody is.

you are not a wasteland you just need ibuprofen and a hot bath and a shower and a nutritious meal and some water and some fresh air and to do something productive and to do something creative and to do something that takes physical exertion and to do something social

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

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

[haven-1307]

Thinking about Simons dog, Riley, cuddled up at the bottom of your bed after Simon kicks him out the office for disturbing him while he’s working.

This big scary German shepherd snuggled up with you like a cat while your both fast asleep under piles of blankets and pillows, a stark contrast from the single pillow and blanket Simon sleeps with at night.

After the first night, Simon finds Riley missing more often the not. A quick look into your room when Riley’s due a bath and he’s found him.

He can’t help but internally smile at the sight, his favourite pair basking in each others warmth, Simon quickly noticed Riley’s been brushed and washed already. His fur sleek and fluffed up, smelling like vanilla.

Simon took excellent care of Riley, he was properly pampered and it warmed his cold heart slightly seeing the same care applied from you, perhaps Simon would trust you with his sunshine.

[juwandiko]

That was just a dream... 💀🧼

[granddaughterogg]

The only occasion we got to woo over how FUCKIN' SHAPELY Ghost's hands are was Soap's funeral, so...not optimal.

Still.

Check out Samuel Roukin, his actor. This man's got the prettiest hands I've seen in a while on such a skyscraper of a man.

Huge, veiny, lean and strong hands ♥‿♥ His hands scream late 30s to me

[local-apollo-kid]

Husband Ghost Drabble

FULL TO THE BRIM WITH DOMESTIC FLUFF <3

No pronouns used. The reader is referred to as 'darling'

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Ghost is the kind of husband to wake up at the crack of dawn and make you the most elaborate breakfast.

Used to waking up a 0500 due to being in the military, he would press a kiss to your sleeping temple and get himself out of bed, heading downstairs.

He would make his way back up to your bed an hour later, carrying a tray filled with all sorts of foods and two mugs of coffee precariously carried in the other.

And this man is dedicated too.

Eggs, Bacon, French Toast, Normal Toast, THE LOT.

He would carefully place the coffee on your shared nightstand and rouse you gently as he props up his pillow and sits down, leaning against the headboard.

"Wake up, darling." He would say softly, raking his hands through your hair as he places the tray down on his lap. The tray full of food for you both the share :]

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Domestic fluff, my beloved <3

[granddaughterogg]

You know what headcanon I personally find Scorching Hot?

Simon Riley is calling you names during sex. Snarling those insults through gritted teeth with that lovely thick-as-grits Mancunian accent of his. It was fun at first, until it got old. And then you tell him to "easy there on the derogatory language, buddy".

And he DOES.

Doesn't argue, doesn't pull a face, doesn't gaslight you into thinking that you're "too sensitive". None of this fuckwaddery that other men had accustomed you to. He just cuts it off immediately, no questions asked. He thought you liked it. You said otherwise. End of story.

You never get called a slag or a whore or anything like this by him; ever again.

Ever. Again.

[str4ngr]

j a teaser/ test for the enxt chapter in my ghost x medic! reader.

please give me some insight/ critique cause im really in a ditch rn.

simon riley x medic! reader, chap 3 teaser, simons perspective.

Apparently, medical files were just as easily tricked by pretty brown eyes as you were. Because last time you checked, which was definitely not two or three minutes ago, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was not stated to have any tattoos. 

Blinking in surprise, you watched as the hunk of muscle dashed at the other figure across the sand, white mask reflecting the light of the sun as he moves. 

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Eyes sharp, shoulders relaxed, lunging forward, I meet Johnny’s eyes as I grapple his shoulders and shove him to the ground, a laugh sounding from the man below me,

“Unfair, L.T.!”

My lips tease a smile, growling back,

“Don’t think so, Sargent,”

He laughs when I release him, helping him back up to his feet. Usually, I wasn’t one to skimp out on training, but I’d much rather waste my time listening to Johnny ramble on about the dog he’s been thinking of getting than doing any more combative training. 

His eyes fall behind my face, his elbow coming to nudge my arm as he grins, 

“Y’know L.T. I think me and that medic—”

“Quiet, Johnny.” 

I warn, watching as his eyes go wide, the devil’s smile gracing his lips as he raises his arm and waves at her. I take a sharp breath, groaning as my hand tightens into a fist.

“Hi Soap, Ghost.”

She smiles. I can feel it, even though my back was facing her. I sigh, hopefully she didn’t take it the wrong way as I glance over my shoulder, turning slowly,

“Mornin’, Doc.”

“Heya, Bonnie.”

Johnny grins, standing closer than he needs to before you. He knows, he just won’t say it. I glare to my side, staring down at his half-shaved head. It was impossible to keep my eyes away from her, her damn brilliant smile, eyes curving into half crescents as they look up to meet mine. 

My eyes shift back to hers, my stomach turning at the way she giggles and smiles at Johnny, at fucking Soap. How her hands rest on her hips, her hair springing out from around her face, she was clearly mid-shift. He didn’t notice.

I did.

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uhm.... thats all so lmk if i should keep it like this or burn it!! taglist: @141trash, @thriving-n-jiving, @agorophobicreader, @murder-hobo @strawberrygato idk if this is something taglist worthy, sorry if it isnt.

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