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Gary “Roach” Sanderson HC Face

Since my Ghost HC Face Analysis was going great, I’m making our boi Roach! Now first of all, there was barely any information about Roach. I have scoured the internet for inspiration on how he looks and I basically only get it from pictures online of his eyes and helmet, but not the rest of his face. A lot of the info that I use for this analysis are more of a Call of Duty head cannons that are collectively accepted by the fandom combined with my own head cannon. Bear with me ‘cause Roach is such a fun character to imagine, and since there’s a lot of room for that, I will go wild with him! I’ll use my drawing slash bootleg criminal sketch artist skill and do my best. Let’s go!

⚠️This is just my interpretation and not canon at all. Just a fan researching stuff and doing art. You can agree or disagree with it as you like.

1. Age - We don’t know his age. But since he’s canonically a sergeant, I’ll go with mid twenties. 

2. Height and Build - Yet again, we don’t know how tall he is, but I’ll take @smokeywhalee​ ‘s height comparison as reference and just go with 185 cm or 6′1″. Since he’s a British special force soldier, I’ll go with lean and muscular build. 

Let’s go to the face  ヽ(>∀

In Modern Warfare 2, he didn’t have a depiction AT ALL. If you’re thinking the image below is him, It’s not. It’s the default TF 141 soldier skin (see his helmet, it has US flag while Roach is British). 

Next, For those who don’t know, Roach has appeared in Call of Duty Mobile, and this is his face :

OUR BOY ROACH

IS 

A

DEFAULT

MIL SIM

SKIN

I THINK NOT

However, though, we can still use these pictures as reference :)

3. Facial Features : From the default skins, I will take inspiration for the eye shapes. He has hooded eyes and slightly slanted eyes and strong eyebrows. The CoD fandom has depicted Roach as blond hair and blue eyes, and overall the baby of the group. So I try to make him cute but also fierce in a way. Since he’s the youngest one, I don’t draw him bearded and such. Also my HC : Under that mask, He has DIMPLES :D It really adds the cuteness and a character to him! Now for the rest, like face length, cheek, lips, and all those things are all my sketches of how he will look. 

Considering all the points, I collected all the information and there is the sketch! Now after the sketches, I think that’s not enough. I want to add ✨Character✨

4. Character : As we don’t have any reference for his personality, I will go with mine mixed with the fandom’s collective Head Cannon :

- Roach is one of the younger ones, and the raw one of the TF141. He’s lively and bubbly, a BABY, but he’s a total CHAOTIC BOI. He can be funny and kind, but when on a mission, he’s turns serious and deadly, ready for any situation.

- Roach is Ghost’s bestie in TF141. He balances Ghost’s silence and overall sad vibe. Ghost trusts Roach and talks to him a lot. They’re Homies™

- Roach is picky eater! This is the baby side of him. When there’s some things he doesn’t like on his meal tray like broccoli, he will set them aside and Ghost will instinctively eat Roach’s leftovers. 

- Gary Sanderson got the name “Roach” because he’s a JACKASS but somehow always escapes death. Real examples would be the ENTIRE MW2 except the betrayal scene :”) SERIOUSLY FUCK THAT D*CKH*AD SH*P*RD. Also here are some random stupid sketches I made of him not valuing his safety :

I’M SORRY THIS IS SO STUPID FORGIVE ME PLEASE JUST IGNORE (I’m sorry Ghost I love you but this post is about Roach)

- One of the reason why he’s a jackass is Roach has a great core strength and is so BALANCED. He can do flips and stuff, and yes he can headstand. 

Bonus : Roach with my OC Jade!

So yeah! This is my depiction of Sergeant Gary “Roach” Sanderson! Kindly share your thoughts!

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Have y’all seen Ghost in the new COD mobile Christmas ad???

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they’re just throwing it at our faces atp. they knew exactly wtf they were doing giving us this content. they’re calling us simon’s SLUTS … and they’re not wrong.

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“If you don’t have the guts to jump, then you don’t belong”~ Eric Coulter (Jai Courtney)

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Sleeping (Eric Coulter Imagine)

Request: soft and cuddly side of Eric

Her hair splayed out against the pillow, leaving a slight tingle against Eric’s neck. He can feel the curve of the top of her head just under the curve of his chin. A lazy arm is sprawled along his torso while his own strong arms wrap around her, like a guardian protecting his queen. No one else could ever get this close to him.

She lets out a soft breath and her back against his chest pushes back against him and pulls away again. Back and forth like the ocean waves crashing against his shore. Eric smiles to himself, his lips hidden in the tangle of her hair. An idle hand brushes the contours of her face, her cheekbones, jawline, eyebrows, round lips. Everything is perfect.

“Eric?” she asks, a low whisper. “Are you awake?”

He debated on pretending to be asleep just to hear her say his name again, but didn’t. “Yeah, right here.”

“It’s cold.” She complained while a shiver rolled through her body. He felt every ripple of her nerves against his taut muscles. He flexed and relaxed in his sleep just to get a centimeter closer to her.

“Well, let’s see if this helps.” Eric suggests and envelops her beneath him, his arms and legs wrapping around her everything. Her eyelids fluttered closed so close that her eyelashes tickled his chest. His lips pressed against the top of her head while his fingers danced in the tresses of her hair, falling down her back and across the mattress. It was dark and she was beautiful, more beautiful now that she was wrapped in his Dauntless defense.

“I love you.” he whispered in a voice that sounded foreign even to him. Even he couldn’t be the tough, terrifying leader who hung people off the chasm or threw knives at their heads all the time. His heart was a rock but it still could be softened in the dark at night with only his queen to witness his weakness. She never spoke a work of it to anyone.

“I love you, too, Eric.” she whispered along his collarbone, her words shooting straight into his rock of a heart. “You big softie.”

His lips left a trail of kisses along her scalp, a silent offering of himself to her. Soon enough, he could hear the soft snores coming from her in a deep sleep with goosebumps on her arms.

God help anyone who dared interrupt them.

Hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave a request if you want something written. Still working on some requests, classes make me busy! But they will be done!

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Eric Coulter X Male Reader. Weakness

This is where Eric’s boyfriend is his only weakness and he has to show the initiates that they can’t mess with him.

To say Eric and Charlie were the opposite would be an understatement. While Eric was stone cold and pretty much emotionless, Charlie was always smiling, always trying to help others, and he could always make someone laugh. Unless you piss him then well good luck, Charlie was the only one that could calm down the one and only Eric Coulter. So when he was at his own training job Four rushed in saying.

It’s Eric, he won’t stop, you gotta st….

Before Four could get anything else out, Charlie rushed out of his training station and went to Eric’s. All he could see was a crowd of initiates he often cursed his shortness only being 5'6 he pushed through the crowed and saw his boyfriend. Aka Eric ontop of an initiate beating the living shit out of him, Charlie rushed to Eric and quickly pulled him off of the poor boy, who was in a ball covered in blood. Eric burried his head in Charlies neck and melted into him not caring if the initiate saw.

Someone bring him to the infirmary now, Charlie said in a demanding voice, The rest of you take a break be back in ten.

Charlie waited until everyone was out and sat Eric down, he brought the medical kit over and started patching up Eric’s knuckles, and wiping the blood off, while Eric leaned his head on Charlie’s shoulder.

Wanna tell me what happened??

Charlie asked his boyfriend,

Eric groaned but mumbled out a reply. He was saying how he would like to do things to you, and how he would make you do things to him. Since you are seen as a weaker guy……

You don’t have to continue Charlie mumbled, understanding why Eric did it, he might not approve of how Eric does things but he loves Eric’s protectivness.

Eric brought Charlie closer to him so he was straddling him, and started to kiss his neck, Charlie giggled like a school girl.

I love you Eric,

I love you too Charlie.

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It’s bad

Eric Coulter x reader (female) Fandom: Divergent Words: 772

*Trigger Warning* blood, violence, guns,  Hunting down fractionless had been the only task you had been assigned for the past few month. They were starting to cause problems with getting supplies to the compound and on the train tracks.

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"you're mine and only mine, understood?" ࿐ ˊˎ-

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

reminder, most of my stories are 18+ - keep in mind when reading.

note: im utterly in love with this man and down terribly for him.

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ; simon riley x reader ; simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader ; jealous!ghost x reader ; ghost x reader ; possesive!ghost x reader.

characters mentioned: simon 'ghost riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick

warnings: smut, smut, smut, strong language and alcohol consumption.

THIS A 18+ BLOG, IF I SOMEHOW FIND OUT UR A MINOR INTERACTING W MY PAGE - I WILL BLOCK.

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after a long day of planning, the group agreed to out for drinks in order to let loose before wheels up in a couple of days. soap and gaz were excited as they kept saying drinks were on them and to not worry about paying.

you were in your room before the night began, trying to plan your outfit for the night. you heard a light knock on your door, "come in!" you told them.

you looked over to see ghost walking, "Simon," a smile appeared on your face.

"hey, love," he responded.

love.

you loved the nickname coming from him.

you were never the girl to care about nicknames in fact your sort of preferred to not have them in a relationship but my god does his accent make everything better.

you noticed he wasn't dressed in civvy clothes, "why aren't you dressed for tonight?" you asked him.

ghost was sitting on the edge of your bed, "I rather not go out tonight, just going to stay in with price to talk about what's upcomin'."

you rolled your eyes at him, "come on... come out with soap, gaz and I. it'll be fun." you looked at him.

"you know I prefer to stay in if I could." he responded. you walked over to ghost and sat on his lap.

"you don't wanna have fun with me?" you jokingly asked. ghosts hands slid down to rest at your hips, "I know other ways we could have fun, love." he told you.

butterflies fluttered within you, you began to slowly grind against him. a little moan escaped your lips when you began to speak, "we can have some fun right now," you lightly pushed simon down to lay on your bed, "but only if you agree to go out with me tonight."

"you really goin' to do this?" he asked you.

you nodded as you bit down on your lip whistle still moving your hips against ghosts lap. "please?" you asked nicely.

"fuckin' hell, how could I ever say no to that?" ghost grunted.

you giggled with excitement when he agreed, you began to take off your shirt to reveal your breast.

"did you plan this out?" ghost asked you as he sat up to start kissing you all over.

another thing to add to the list of things you love is that ghost practically worshipped your body. he was never the type to just dive into sex without showing you how much he loved all of you.

he wanted all of you to show how much he loves every bit.

you couldnt respond as he started kissing you and slowly moved to your neck. you loved having your neck kissed especially when he had one hand playing with one of your nipples. "fuck," you breathed out.

ghost took that as que to work his way down to your breast, his tongue working your nipple as he cupped it and began sucking. he nibbled on it slightly because he knew you loved it.

"simon..." you moaned in his ear.

"I love when you say my name like that love, do you like what I'm doing to you?" he asked cockily. of course he knew that you loved it but he also loved hearing you struggle with your words.

you nodded eagerly, "mhmm," was all you managed to get out.

ghost stopped kissing your body, "use your words, baby." he said.

you were upset that he stopped kissing you all over, "yes, I do. please, don't stop." you begged him.

a cocky, smug smile appeared on his face once you begged for me. ghost began again working his way from top to bottom, "for a second, I thought you were the one in charge tonight."

"shut up." you told him.

you wanted to be in charge but every time you easily melted under his touch.

it was rare that you were able to have full control. every once in a while ghost would encourage you to try to take the reigns for the night but you loved being worshipped by the man you love most that you just want him to do it.

ghost never complained.

he liked seeing you try to be the boss and found it cute when you would ask him to praise you instead.

“take your shirt off,” you told him. ghost did as you told to reveal his body. hes well in shape, you found his body beautiful with his scars that spread across his body. each time you traced your fingers on the scars, not to make ghost more aware of them but show him how much you loved him and them.

you began kissing each scar - his breath hitching with each kiss, getting lower to reach the top of his pants. You started unbuttoning his pants as ghost sat back and watched you.

You can see how hard he is under his briefs, “I wanna make you cum in my mouth first.”

Ghost threw his head back at your words, “first?” he asked you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “We’ll be a little late, it’s okay.” you laughed.

you began removing his briefs and to reveal his hard cock. simon was above average in length, it wasn’t really surprising with how he was built and how he carried himself.

“Fuckin’ hell love, just suck it already.” simon pleaded. he was impatient and it amused you, instead of sucking him like he asked, you began stroking him.

simons hips bucked as your hands made contact, you looked up at him and seen him staring at you - watching every move. you flicked your tongue on the tip, the most sensitive part. “do you like when I do this?” you asked him as you began sucking him off.

“I love it, you look so beautiful taking me.” simon let out a moan as he felt the back of your throat. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his beautiful girl was able to take all of him and he loved the sight of it, “that’s my girl.” he praised you.

“how am I already so fuckin close already? You just started.” simon cursed at himself, “I want to feel you, love.”

you stopped yourself, “you wanna fuck me?” You teasingly asked him.

simon grabbed you and laid you down on the bed. He removed your pants, “I want all of you.” He reminded you.

a smile spread on your face at his words, his head disappeared to between your thighs. he started kissing each leg slowly as he made his way to your wet clit.

“youre so fucking wet from just sucking me off,” he told you. ghosts fingers found their way to your clit, he began rubbing it slowly.

a slightly loud moan left your lips.

“that’s a good girl,” he said, “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re under me.” simon watched you for a bit as you squirmed under his touch before his tongue eventually replaced his fingers.

“dont stop,” you moaned as you grabbed a handful of his hair, you pulled him closer so he knew to keep going.

“you taste as good as always sweetheart, you want to taste yourself?” he asked as he brought his fingers up.

you didn’t answer before you began sucking on his fingers, “that’s my pretty girl… you taste good, don’t you?”

you nodded at his words, “please make me cum.” you asked.

simon returned to rubbing your clit, “im gonna put it in, alright?” he let you know ahead of time. you’ve been with simon for a while and knew how he felt every single time but needed to prepared yourself as he was bigger than average.

simon grabbed one of your hands and rubbed his thumb softly across before letting his other hand guide the way into you.

“ah!” you lightly yelped, “fuck.”

simon stopped and looked at you, “let me know when to stop baby.” he reassured you.

“keep going, it feels good.” you told him, you loved the way you felt around him no matter if there was a slight bit of pain in the start.

he always let you know if you needed to speak up or if he was hurting you then to let him know. he had no problem taking his time with making you feel good. he was the best lover you ever had.

simon slowly slid all the way in, “you’re so fucking tight sweetheart, holy shit.” he cursed.

all you could do was moan in response as he started fucking you and rubbing your clit at the same time. this man knew you so well that it always blew your mind.

“fuck, simon. that feels-“ you tried to speak but couldn’t finish as a moan escape your mouth instead of words.

“can’t finish your words?” he asked amused.

you nodded your head no at him and focused on the pleasure he was giving you. simon began kissing you while still fucking you and rubbing your clit.

yours and simons body both glistened with sweat as you both move in sync with each other. your moans filled the room, the sound he loves most coming out of you.

“I’m so close baby, fuckin’ hell.” simon breathed into your ear. he was never the type to moan, he was more of a grunting type but a few moans were able to escape his lips once in a while.

you grabbed simons face, “cum in me,” you told him. both faces filled with sweat as he kept fucking you and looking into your eyes.

“are you sure?” he finally asked, “don’t play with me.” you continued to look at your lover in the eyes and repeated your words, “cum in me baby. I want all of you.”

You let out a loud moan as simon listened to your words, he kept looking in your eyes before finally closing them tightly as he did the final hip buck as he pumped you full of his thick cum.

you came all over his cock just as he came in you.

“christ,” simon panted. “how does it get better every time?”

you kissed Simon on the lips and both agreed to freshen to to meet with gaz and soap seeing as how you were both late.

“I’ll wait out your door,” he told you before kissing you once more. “I love you.”

you kiss him a little longer, “I love you more.” you told him.

you quickly dress up in something simple, you knew if you took too long Simon would try to use that as an excuse to stay in.

you threw on a few jewelry pieces before throwing on a leather jacket that simon gifted you awhile back. you took a quick look in the mirror and notice someone left a gift on your collarbone.

you shook your head with a smile and met with simon outside.

“do you think people will notice this?” you asked him, showing your new mark.

simon smiled, “no.” He cleared his throat. “soap keeps callin’ so let’s hurry up.”

simons hand found it’s way to the small of your back to lead you to the car. you felt your face grow slightly red at the gesture.

ghost was never the one to show pda and this one of his simple ways of showing it when you both were out. He was a total different person out in public compared to when it’s just you both in a room.

it was never a bad thing and it never bothered you because he never ever neglected you just because he preferred to keep you both private. He had little gestures to let you know he loves you when you’re with others.

it could be the small glances, your secret signal when others were around or when he would take the time to whisper something in your ear so others couldn’t hear.

ghosts hand rested on your thigh as he drove you both to where gaz and soap were last at. you noticed that the bar was quite busy as there was a line outside forming to get in.

“let me call soap,” ghost told you.

“yeah, im here but there’s a line outside. I don’t feel like waitin’ Johnny.” He told mactavish that was on the line.

“yeah,” he looked over to you, “y/n is with me.”

you could hear the already drunk Scottish yell in the phone as ghost slightly pulled it away from his ear. “hurry up or we’re leavin’.”

ghost got out of the car and opened the door for you, “thank you baby,” you stole a quick kiss from him. you noticed he started to blush at the gesture and couldn’t help but find amusement in it.

“riley’s!!!” soap joked as he yelled towards you both as you were walking up, “shut up.” you punched him softly in the stomach.

“uncalled for.” ghost to soap said as he followed.

you went over to greet gaz as you spotted him at a table filled with glasses. “Is this all mactavishs’ doing?” you asked gaz.

“of course.” he chuckled - you gave him a hug before noticing some other friends behind. you looked at Simon, “im gonna go say hi.” as you gestured towards the girls. you tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt and he nodded.

“i’ll be here.” as he took a seat with gaz and soap.

ghost noticed the other men looking at you. he knew you never paid attention to any of them but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit him.

soap snapped him out of his thoughts when he came back with drinks, “im not drinkin’ tonight.” ghost told them.

Soap looked at him in disappointment, “sorry johnny, got y/n with me.”

The drunk Scottish rolled his eyes, “more for gaz and I.” he laughed.

ghost kept an eye on you every once in a while. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and no one attempted to touch you while you were talking with your friends.

he knew you sure as hell could take care of yourself but he wanted you to enjoy your night as you were chatting with friends. you would often catch him looking at you and give him your signal for ‘I love you’.

he would return the signal and let you get back to your conversation.

as you continued your conversations, you noticed the time, it was getting late and didn’t want to keep simon out later than what he wanted. he isn't an extrovert and you knew he was possibly running out of his social battery.

you had a few drinks and felt a bit tipsy but also felt ready to go back to base. “It was great catching up with you guys, think ima head back to base.” you told your friends.

you walked over to the table where simon, gaz, and soap still sat. soap was slurring his words worse than before and gaz was having a laugh out of it. you walked over to Simon and could tell he was ready, “Im gonna go to the bathroom then we could head back?”

“whenever you’re ready.” he said as he rubbed your thigh under the table, a simple gesture to let you know to take your time.

“you boys better call it a night too,” you laughed at gaz and soap. “it’s past your bedtime.”

you heard mactavish talk loudly as you made your way to the bathroom, “did she just mom us???” he asked.

“she did mate and she’s not wrong.” gaz told him.

you freshened up in the bathroom quickly to hopefully to try to get rid of the tipsy in you but only with slight luck of doing so. as you walked out the door you walked into a tall figure, “sorry!” You asked.

the tall man turned around with a smile on his face, “no worries.” before you could make your way around him he walked in front of you again.

“oops, sorry again…” you told him.

The man didn’t move.

you rolled your eyes at him, as you made the attempt leave again, he spoke, “hey, aren’t you y/n l/n?” he asked.

you shook your head no, “sorry, wrong person.” you quickly told him. "i'm headed out for the night so if you dont mind..." you tried to push him to the side.

"no, you're definitely her. ive seen you on base before." the man said.

a fake smile spread across your face, "well nice to meet you and goodnight." you finally made your way passed him but he grabbed you by the wrist - pulling you back towards him.

you were unreasonably close to him, your back against his chest. he reeked of alcohol.

oh god.

"let go of me," you said.

"im just trying to ge-"

before the man can continue to finish his sentence, you dug the back of your shoe into his and elbowed him in the nose when he bent down in pain.

"don't touch a woman when shes not interested." you warned him.

"you bitch!" he yelled as blood came out of his nose.

the whole bar was looking at your direction, you felt a presence behind you soon after. "the hell is goin' on here?" ghost asked.

"this prick wouldn't let me leave the door way." you told him.

you noticed ghost tense up, his hand formed a fist - you quickly turned around to make ghost bring his attention towards you. your hands rested on his face and you lowered his gaze towards you and he softened his look on you, "lets just leave." you told him.

you heard the man yell more as he was being thrown out but you were hand in hand with simon to try to quickly leave. gaz and soap were too wasted to drive themselves so they hitched a ride.

the tension in the car was suffocating.

"you guys held hands in public." soap spoke.

"shut it johnny." ghost warned.

you looked in the rear view mirror as soap threw his hands in defeat, "i was just sayin'..."

you couldn't help but smile at his silliness.

once you reached base gaz took soap immediately to the bathroom as he was on the verge of throwing up. you looked at ghost and could see he was still tense.

"come on," you took his hand and you both walked into his room.

you closed the door and turned around to meet ghosts lips once more.

"i love you," he said - "you're mine and only mine, understood?" he asked.

"are you mad?" you asked him.

ghost stopped kissing you to look at you, "im mad but not at you. im mad that people think they have the right to touch you when they're not me."

you pulled him in again for more kisses as those words left his lips, "i always feel jealous when people look at you." he spoke as he trailed down your neck - "i dont blame them but you're mine."

"im only yours, simon." you reassured him.

"does it bother you that i dont kiss you in public?" he finally asked, ghost stepped away from you and moved to the other side of the room. "im not exactly prince charming..." he trailed off.

you walked over to him, "no, because i know you love me and the little gestures we do make it even better. its like we have our language." you laughed as you hugged him from behind.

you felt his hands touch yours, "you are the love of my life, simon riley." you reminded him.

he turned to face you again, he picked you up - you wrapped your legs around him as you were finally eye level with him. "im a lucky man to have you." he said before kissing you.

he kissed you eagerly, with each kiss it was a step towards his bed.

you felt your back meet the bed as simon was still kissing you, "i want all of you again."

"i want you forever and always." you told him.

simon took off your jacket and shirt to reveal your lace bra, "is this new?" he asked as he was raising a brow.

you smiled, "just for you."

"matching?" he asked another.

"possibly, i guess you gotta reach the final destination to find out." you teased him.

simon returned to kissing you once more, taking his time as he reached to your breasts. your nipples harden as his tongue played with them over the lace.

he was teasing you.

"take it off..." you whined.

simon smiled as you did so, "was this expensive?"

"yes but i just want it off, please." you begged him.

simon pulled a pocket knife from his pants and put the blade on the center of the lace bra. your breasts spilling out of the newly cut bra. "so fuckin' perfect." he said before continuing his focus on your nipples.

you and simon have done knife play in the bedroom before but hes never used it to cut your bra off and its been a while since you've included it in the bedroom.

you felt more aroused at his actions, you tried to remove your pants along with simons but he stopped you, "are you the boss tonight?" he asked.

you didnt respond as you positioned yourself on top of simon, straddling him.

"im the boss because im desperate for you right now." you told him, an amused look spread across his face as he watched you remove the remaining of your clothing and his.

he looked at you with such awe as he watched you please yourself on him, slowly grinding against him to get your pussy more wet before beginning to ride him. his tip perfectly rubbed against your clit and you moved your hips against him.

"oh fuck," simon cursed.

you were a pretty sight to see as you threw your head back and your perfect moans filled his ears, you put some spit on the tip of his cock before slowly entering it within you.

"be careful, love." he told you, his hands rested at your hips to help you ease on him. you were unbelievably wet from teasing yourself on him and he knew that. "shit, shit, shit..." simon cursed.

you were able to finally sit perfectly on him and began riding at a steady pace.

simon had one arm resting behind his head with the other on your thigh as he just watched you please yourself on him, "you're doing so fucking good, my pretty girl." he praised.

this drove you wild as you began to quicken the pace, "dont rush it baby, im here all night for you." he reminded you. your pussy was throbbing from the pleasure you were giving yourself from simons cock, "tell me how much you love it."

all the words just evaporated from your brain to even try to explain how much you loved feeling him within you. you were fucking yourself dumb on his cock while he just watched in pleasure.

"mh- i dont ever want to stop." you managed to finally say.

"then dont stop baby, keep going until you cant." he said. his thumb found it way to your clit. you positioned yourself slightly back to let him play with it more as you continued to fuck yourself on him.

simon moved his thumb slowly and would randomly quicken the pace, he did the opposite of how you were moving. you've never experienced this amount of pleasure as you never often rode simon.

"fuck," you moaned loudly, "dont stop. im so fucking close simon!" you yelled.

simon moved positions to allow himself to finish the work of your doing to also give you a break. he didnt stop the pace you were moving at. your back pressed against the bed as simon was now towering over you.

"you did so good fuckin' yourself on me, love" he praised you, "im so proud of you." he kissed you.

the sound of your two bodies connecting filled the room, you both were so lucky that there were no other rooms near you. that luckily no one care hear you.

"am i cummin' in you?" simon asked.

you nodded eagerly as he continued to pound into you, "fuck, yes simon." you yelled. you felt him slow his pace, his thick cum spilling out of you.

there was so much of it.

"fuckin' love you" simon said as he finished.

you felt lightheaded from the high you both rode out. "i love you more."

simon grabbed a towel and some clothes for you, "let me clean you up, love."

you smiled at him as he did so, "lets get some rest?" he kissed your lips.

your eyes felt heavy, you felt him cover you up with his bed sheets before you fell asleep to leave simon smiling at you.

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UNTOUCHABLE

𖥾 ゚ ࣭ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY | &. — fem! reader, you’re angry with simon, teasing, smoking, clitoral stimulation, thigh riding, dry humping | wc 1.3k words

simon riley is a stranger — it’s a thought you can’t ignore anymore.

he doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t smile. not enough. now that you think of it, you’ve never heard simon riley laugh. it’s not his thing. it feels impossible, utterly unrealistic. the idea itself is laughable. it’s always a smirk and it’s almost invisible. too sardonic. too sarcastic and not sincere enough.

you ache for a reaction, a crumb of the real him, but he doesn’t give it you. his caustic attitude is so maddening. exasperation grows inside of you, you’re frustrated and somehow feeling closer and closer to an imminent defeat.

simon riley is too much of a stranger. but ghost isn’t. you’ve seen his face before, but it feels like he constantly hides something; himself, away from you. he’s always on guard. his skin, his deep, visible scars, his every pore, his mouth, his nose, you’ve felt them all under the touch of your very own fingers. he didn’t run away, he stayed, but touching ghost like that simply doesn’t do it anymore.

and how can that be enough when simon is not far from being a complete stranger? his humanity itself is buried somewhere deep inside, it’s a secret hidden behind a annoyingly high wall. simon is there, but is he, really?

this evening is unusually silent, the air is crisp and cold, you wonder where soap went, he swore to defeat you in a poker game yesterday. he wouldn’t have, but still, enthusiasm got ahead of you. captain price isn’t here either. in fact, it’s just you and simon.

you find yourself lazying on a timeworn couch next to him, but he’s too busy. he’s thinking, smoking. acting like you’re not there. you wonder what could go through the mind of a man of his caliber.

“want a cig?” with the pack in his hand, simon breaks the silence, he waits for you to make up your mind.

“no, thanks. why don’t you put that away anyways? that’s your third cig.”

“why?”

“fuck off, simon.”

his gaze shifts away from you for quite some time, the cigar rests between his lips and he inhales the burnt tobacco, smoke drifts away and dissipates in the air. the smell persists and you’re used to it, ghost carries the scent of heavy smoking with him. it’s a constant thing.

“why?”

“i said fuck off. if you don’t wanna, just don’t.”

how stupid. it’s not the cigar, nor this situation in particular. maybe you’re too clingy — you worry. he’s not into that lovey-dovey shit. naturally, he’s ghost after all.

“fucking hell, why are you so angry over a cig? tell me.”

“you don’t… touch me. this… this shit we’re doing isn’t enough. you’re not even talking to me.”

“i don’t touch you?”

simon’s beginning to become self aware. he throws the lit cigar on the ground and crushes it with his boot. “come here,” he meant his lap.

as soon as you make yourself comfortable, his muscular arms begin to move, big, gloved hands linger on the fabric of your shirt and fall on your hips. they stay there, firmly, the lieutenant pulls your body towards him, as close as possible. “relax.”

he’s too attractive.

his body is strong, that of a man who’s seen and fought it all, built for survival and warfare. his mental wounds are yet to be unveiled, but you know simon hides them and it’s beyond you. his forearms thick and veiny, his left arm tattooed, his thighs sturdy, big.

but the man known as ghost treats you like you’re a piece of glass threatening to be broken. he doesn’t think you’re weak— how could he? that’s insanity. how could he think you’re fragile and unskilled when you carry out the missions so well. ghost fears he’s the one who might push you away, and he dreads the flaws of his own being.

“gloves off, simon.”

“gloves off...” he repeats. or rather whispers to himself mindlessly as if you’re giving him instructions. he follows them immediately.

“you’re not funny.”

you grind against his thighs, but there’s some sort of hesitation in your act. he looks untouchable. he’s ghost, not simon, with his mask still on and covering most of his face, except for his mouth and eyes — he follows your movements closely, his eyes wander all over you body, the exposed crook of your neck, your shirt, the waist his hands are holding too tightly. but you don’t complain.

you could’ve made it less obvious that you’re trying to get off on his pants at least. it’s experimental, you’ve never done this before and not with simon. you’re testing the waters. your heart beats annoyingly fast, your chest is heavy and breathing gets harder - it’s almost impossible to resist simon when he touches you like this, even if you tried to hide it, your body would betray any attempt to conceal how much be turns you on. from his body to his voice, everything about him arouses you.

he’d fuck you right here and right now. just tell him and he will. he’d unzip his pants, fill your pussy up to the brim with his cock and make you orgasm in every corner of this room. but for now, he won’t. simon gets some sort of pleasure out of watching you make a mess out of yourself.

it takes a huge amount of self-restraint to oppose whatever is happening right now. he’s well aware and he’s more than used to it.

“come on, i know you wanna do it. i thought we got past that stage.”

“what stage, simon?”

“you shying away from me. i’ve been inside your pussy too many fuckin’ times and you’re still doing this.”

“i hate you.”

“i’m sure you do. now focus, love.”

the feeling of elation comes almost instantly with the friction. you grind your clothed pussy against his pants like you’ve never felt the touch of a man before and you don’t know how to behave. or what to do with yourself. it’s truly embarrassing, a mix between arousal and curiosity.

you’re soaking wet, so, so impatient and you’re filled with a primal urge — to use his body to reach climax.

“say my name, love. louder, don’t be shy.”

“simon!”

it doesn’t take him too long to find his way to your jeans. he unbuckles them and slides his index and middle finger inside, “so wet.”

you feel heavy, your body grows tired and your head falls on his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck. he pulls you quickly, a prompt don’t escapes his mouth.

“i can’t do this! i’m getting tired.”

“you can. look at me.”

that’s such an easy thing to say coming from a man who’s been sitting and doing nothing but watching you humping his thigh. ghost doesn’t give you a break. he’s merciless, he rubs your clit just fast enough to get a sudden moan out of you. it’s like his fingers were made to play with you pussy and not for what he does out there. they’ve been resting too much under those gloves — they’re warm, but you’re burning.

“feels good? you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you moan my name. say it again.”

“simon…”

“fuck, i could cum in my pants only by looking at you. such a brave girl.” there’s a sarcastic note in his voice, but you ignore it.

simon looks at you the entire time. his gaze pierces through every layer, it’s worse when he wears the mask. your body temperature goes up, you’re close, too close, it’s an explosion, a firework show you’re obsessively craving like nothing else. and it’s here, finally, you’re thankful he stopped you from dry humping his thigh. warm juices drip on his fingers and inside your panties when you orgasm.

“you said i don’t touch you.”

“i wasn’t talking about sex.”

“i know.”

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these eyes were made for lookin’ at you (only you) ; simon “ghost” riley.

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader word count 5.6k synopsis simon riley didn’t ask to be a hero, but he finds himself wanting to be yours. content contains hints to human traff/icking (not explicit), breeding kink, belly bulge, size difference, pet names/terms of endearment (pretty girl, baby, love, darling, sweetheart), soft!ghost, obsessive!ghost, domesticity, mutual pining, praise kink, probably ooc!ghost but the man is absolutely whipped for you, clothed sex (his uniform is on), minor depictions of violence

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Can’t you trust me?

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X FEM! READER

WORD COUNT / little over 4k 

SUMMARY / when the enemy addresses you by the name you’d abandoned long ago, any sense of trust you had in your comrades deteriorates. who could the traitor be? and why does a wave of anxiety overtake you when you realize the enemy somehow didn’t know the name of the only one other concealed identity on your team : Lieutenant Ghost 

WARNINGS / description of violence, angst/comfort? , eventual smut, pre-established friendship, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), overstimulation, marking, choking, degradation, dacryphilia, some power dynamics & possessiveness

You seriously doubting me kid? After everything we’ve been through? 

Give me one reason I shouldn’t! 

Cut the crap and keep your voice down. Someone will hear us. Oh for christ sake, you wanna keep sobbing? Then I’ll give you a real reason to cry. 

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