#bottom ghost

[pitifulwolves]

Might do a rework on this piece later but for now I’m happy with it 😌

[luxcuriousao3]

Ghost has a sticker chart for Johnny. Every time Johnny doesn't blow something up without permission (thus making more paperwork for Ghost), he gets a sticker. When he has ten stickers, he can exchange them for the nastiest, sloppiest, most diabolically mind-blowing head from his LT.

It's a win-win for Ghost, honestly.

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Ghost who's a free use slut for Sgt MacTavish.

It didn't start off that way. At first it was your typical barracks hookups, finally giving in to the pining and the unnecessary eye contact that neither of them could mistake or explain away.

Hasty hands unclasping belts, sturdy fabric getting yanked out of the way. They'd both had work relationships before, the sex wasn't anything groundbreaking.

But the funny thing about Ghost is he doesn't love people.

Sure, his heart may pound and his chest may crack open, but everyone feels that way from time to time. It'll pass, obviously, so he'll just throw himself headlong into the sex and wait for sanity to surface. He'll just turn into an absolute horn dog because being physically needy is far less embarrassing than admitting the truth about his emotional needs.

And the funny thing about Sgt MacTavish is he's incredibly good at reading people.

He's worked with Ghost long enough to glimpse behind the curtain from time to time. To recognize the way his eyes drop when he's afraid, when vulnerability is clawing at him so hard he can barely focus on the conversation they're having. He understands the need for patience, to let Ghost take his time and get a good long look at things before he jumps in with both feet.

So Sgt MacTavish uses Ghost. Exhausts him. Drags him past his limits, and makes the contact so plentiful and generous that Ghost doesn't have a single reason to pull away.

MacTavish meets him in the landscape of his coping mechanism and sits there with him. Fucks his brains out because it's what he needs.

A hand on his cock in the shower. I'll take care of you, Ghost.

A forearm braced against the side of his neck, so he can't move away from what's being done to him below. You can rest on me, Ghost.

Gets toyed with and denied all day, just to cum to a voice and the friction of the mattress later. I'm not going anywhere, Ghost.

Made to feel like a slut, because that's what's safe. Play acting the give and take of a real relationship, because he needs the practice.

Ghost doesn't love people.

But he really, really likes Sgt MacTavish.

[martecesare77]

Forced? We don't know

...maybe...🤫

Bottom Ghost 💀🔞

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[tocka-irbis]

heylo, could you write something for ghost x top male reader with exhibitionism and multiple orgasms? ghost has been pissy all day and reader decides that the best way to put him in his place is to fuck him in the dead of night near the field. the risk of someone catching him in such a compromising situation would probably spur him on even more. i dont mind which position, whatever works best for you or makes the most sense😓😁

Of courseꜝ I opted for keeping Ghost as a higher rank to add a bit of humiliation to the mix, hope you don't mind.

Assuaging the Lieutenant

｡･:*˚:✧｡Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley × Male Reader

⤷.Contains: exhibitionism, humiliation, multiple orgasms, risky sex, slight manhandling and orgasm denial; ending Simon off with a handjob (<- implied)

Simon was stressed as of late because of the mountain of paperwork on his desk and the flippancy in the group of recruits he was tasked on breaking into the ranks. They didn't follow instruction nor took much of what he says seriously so he's had to lead them with a firm hand.

He's been very short with you. Snapping at you for the smallest things and ignoring you out of nowhere. It throws you for through loop and on unsteady ground. Does he expect you to just stay quiet and take it?

No. You're not a pushover just because your his subordinate and you plan on making that clear. You've had enough of his mouthy rebuttals and whinging after he took it too far.

Catching him after hours once most of the others are in their barracks or doing their own things. You corner him just as he was on his way back to his office─ shoving him into the wall by the courtyard.

He doesn't get as much as a word in when your pressed against him, your mouth inches away from his masked face. "Think it's about time I settled the score with you, Simon." You slot a leg between his thighs and reaching down to untuck his shirt. "Had enough of you calling the shots."

Compliant is one way you'd describe him right now, he probably knew this was coming. Maybe he was waiting for you to break, to be taken down a peg. He knows he could use this. That he needs you to make him forget about work and unwind.

He lets you do as you please though with faux resistance, not truly trying to stop you. It even seems like he leans into your touch. Helping you undo his rumpled uniform to get to his heated skin beneath.

Who would have guessed that you'd have him pressed against the wall outside? Fucking away the stress that's been driving him up the wall and letting out your frustration at the same time.

Any complaints or protests are drowned out by his groans, holding onto the wall for purchase as you lift one of his legs to rail him against it. He's gotten much to loud and one of the guards came over and nearly saw the two of you.

You'd scolded him, reminded him how bad it'd look for him to get caught like this. Having a subordinate fuck him, use him were anyone can walk by. He all but whines, a sound unbecoming of the seemingly serious lieutenant. He clenches around your cock at the thought, teeth biting at his lip to at least try to lessen the noise.

His orgasm hits him before he knew it, cock jerking and painting the wall in front of him with his cum. You had to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle the drawn out moan but your hips didn't let up. Hitting all the right places that makes his eyes roll back and knees weak.

He's beyond sensitive.

Clawing at the wall and drooling into your hand, not knowing what to do with himself as you work him to a second, quick orgasm. Pulling out until your almost out of his clutching heat before slamming back in. However, he failed to notice your free hand making its way around─ gripping him from the base to hold off his release, making him wait for a moment longer.

It's too much, his hole spasming around your cock, milking it for all its worth until you have no choice but to pump Simon full with your cum. Only then do you let him join you and help him ride it out by stroking him. He slumps against the wall with panting breaths, only able to hold himself up because of you.

Maybe now he'll be mellowed out. No more of his curt attitude and clipped tone, at least until he needs a reminder.

Tocka-irbis © 2025 —Please -do not steal, translate, modify, repost on other platforms.

[konigs-lover]

Feline hybrids Ghost and reader in heat, but they don't gotta worry about that because Soap is a shark hybrid and they both can ride him at the same time. Bonus points if reader is also a lieutenant (because Soap is a freak and i'm suru he'd like powerplay ngl) idk if ghost would need to be ftm to justify him being in *heat* tbh

—🍬

ughhhhh the ghussy is so good

CW: afab ghost, afab reader, sex

johnny opened the door to your room, stopping mid-sentence when he saw the conditions you and simon were in

you were grinding on each others thighs, needy clawing at the others soft body and making out, wet and messy kisses, loud whines and whimpers as you desperately try to satisfy each other

you’re distracted by johnny, his voice having both pairs of ears perking up at the deep sound of it, your sharp gazes turning to him and he’s stuck in the doorway

simon stands up, unsteady on his legs as he stumbles over to johnny, grabbing his arm and pulling to your bed, whining about needing a big cock to fill their holes cause “it hurts johnny!”

johnny has the two of you laying on your backs, thick rough digits fingering your weeping cunts, and it has your hips squirming, you and simon holding hands and making out

when johnny says you two are ready he moves you, grabbing your body and lifting it to lay on top of simon, chest to chest, making sure that your cunts are right on top of each other

you grind your hips down on simon, trying to get friction on your clits, until johnny pushes his cocks against your holes, and you stop squirming, loud whimpers filling the room

you and simon are filled up quickly, the wetness in your pussies aiding the slide as johnny thrusts in, cocks so long and thick, you two feel like you’re being spread open

the scot picks up a quick pace relatively fast, hips thrusting in and out of you two in smooth movements, the position and shoving has your cunts grinding on each other, and it feels so good you and simon can’t help but cum, orgasms having you both cry out, cunts clenching around johnny’s cocks

luckily, he can go multiple rounds, because you and simon keep begging to be fucked until you can’t feel your legs or speak coherently anymore, brains fuzzy and limp bodies, johnny getting his fill of power play after fucking out his two lieutenants

[shuosen]

afab! simon ‘ghost’ x top! amab! reader

cw: tall! reader, unmasked reader, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, hair pulling (r), overstim, slapping

ghost is a big man. he’s tall, extremely fit, has big hands, big pecs, a big ass- everything about him is just big, so you can imagine his surprise when he meets you, a new recruit- younger than him and leaner than him, but much taller.

After he met you, his fantasies didn’t stop. maybe he’s bigger than you, but you weren’t small yourself. He thinks you could easily manhandle him, use him to your liking, make him a whore, just for you. he found himself wanting more and more, until he finally decided that the lonesome stimulation on his pussy wasnt enough, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore.

he called you in, offered a drink, just to loosen you up, to assure you that you were in no kind of trouble. he urged you to sit on the couch, not the chair, and promptly sat beside you, slinging his arm behind you.

of course, he was straightforward. whats he got to be ashamed of, and what has he got to lose?

“say, C/N.. you into men?” he asked, crossing his legs and swirling the drink in his glass. You almost choked, but not out of surprise, out of laughter. you laughed unceremoniously, pushing your hair out of your face, and leaning to look at him.

“are you asking if i’m into men, or if i’m into you?”

“what does it matter?” He asked, setting his glass down next to him.

“If you’re asking if i’m into you,” you started, letting your eyes run down to his thighs, before looking back to his face with a raise of your eyebrows. “well, i might just expect something out of this visit.”

Ghost dropped on the bed, huffing out a desperate breath while pulling you towards him by his hands in your hair, the two of you sharing a sloppy kiss, as you blindly pulled at his belt, pants, and underwear. After getting them to his mid thigh, he pushed them off the rest of the way, pulling his mask further up, the heat of the room seeming to rush down on him as soon as your hands found purchase on his bare skin.

Your eyebrows raised in intrigue as you met with his bare pussy, but you didn’t dwell on it any further, opting to grab his hips, and pull him toward you, taking note on the breathy groan that followed, leaning down so you were face to face with his sloppy folds.

chuckling softly as you spread them apart, you commented on how wet he was, before licking a tentative stripe from his hole to his small cock, savoring the taste of his slick and listening to the soft moan he let out. You admired his glistening folds for a few moments more, almost teasing him as he grew impatient, before diving into his pussy, devouring him first thing.

Ghosts legs twitched and closed around your head, and your cock twitched in your pants. suckling on his cock, you held his hips down tightly as they tried bucking upwards, a loud ‘shit!’ being punched from him as you moved down slowly, eating his hole like a delicious meal.

You’d barely gotten started and his legs had already started quivering, so you took it upon yourself and inserted a finger, licking right above his hole as you did. another one slowly entered next to the first, pumping them in and out slowly, the movements of your tongue being complete opposite.

ghost writhed on the bed, his large hands gathering in your hair, his hips twitching shaking. “comin’! come-!” He cried out, biting onto his pale lips. You retracted your mouth, leaning up and moving your fingers, before thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. each thrust of your fingers punched a whine out of him, his back arching from the bed.

“go ahead,” you whispered, pressing down on his stomach to keep him flat, “cum.” he came with a muffled cry, his legs bending and closing around your arm.

“good boy,, did so good f’me, moanin’ like a whore before i even fucked you.”

his breaths were still heavy and stuttering, but he pulled your hair, making you fall towards him with a groan, catching yourself with your hands on either side of his chest, as he locked his legs around your hips.

“fuck me now, and i’ll moan s’m more.” he almost growled, making you grin while grabbing his wrist roughly, and pulling it out of your hair.

as soon as your cock slipped into his hole, he fell into a dazed state, his red, teeth marked lips falling open as he moaned out, his arms starting to fall off your shoulders. you flinched at the tightness of his hole, your hips stuttering before you bottomed out.

“shit- ghost, s’ fuckin’ tight.” you huffed, adjusting how you were kneeling, waiting for him to come back to himself.

“muh-move, damnit.” he coughed, latching his nails onto your back. you listened well, beginning to slide your cock out of him, watching as your tip caught on his hole, before slamming inside. the moan that escaped him was sinful, and you swear if you could, you’d get the sound tattooed.

“fuckk.” you mumbled with a grin, beginning to slam into him quickly, the sloppy nature of your thrusts being made up for in speed and strength. your hips seemed to fuck into him harsher than he could’ve ever imagined, and he thinks he’ll go brain dead anytime soon at this rate.

your cock brushes against his prostate, and his moans stutter. your thrusts slow down as you angle your hips, before you’re pistoning away directly into his prostate and he cant do anything but scream, his aching pussy twitching around your cock as he cums for the second time. you slap the side of his ass, evoking a loud cry from his throat, before doing it again.

“shit! shi- shit! s’ too much, fuck!” he cries, surprised at himself for being able to make a legible sentence, as his throat feels dry, while producing too much saliva at the same time, and his tongue feel tied. your cock hits his most sensitive spot each time, deeper than he can reach on his own and he swears he might actually go insane, his mind blank and reeling at the same time.

“you can take it- fuck.. you like this, don’t you? being treated like a cock slut.”

ghost whines at your words, his body bouncing with each of your thrusts, and he pushes his hands against the bed, trying to pull himself away from you for just a second- he just needs a break- but you just slam his hips back down on your cock, and he practically sobs.

“i asked you a question.” you huff, slapping his thick thigh.

“i- i like it! oh fuck!” he groans, his knuckles turning white, a contrast to his burning body as he clenches the bed sheets beside your knees, the solid grip on his thighs and hips leaving red marks.

“there we go.” you moan breathily, moving one of your hands to twirl the tip of his cock between your fingers.

“n-no! fuhCK! WAIT!” he moans, his words breaking off into a pornographic whine that sounds too feminine to have come from him. your hips never falter, even as he comes for the third time, his sloppy cunt squirting all on your lower stomach and the sheets. you laugh, slightly shocked as he soaks your abdomen, continuing to play with his dick.

“nuh-noo! cant! u-ughk!” ghost sobs loudly, his hips twitching and bucking, his hands moving to dig into your arm, thick legs shaking against you as he struggles between pulling you closer or pushing you away, wishing you’d at least slow down your unforgiving thrusts into his cunt.

“shh, shh baby, i’ve got you.” you mumble, pulling his head onto your chest, your hips slowing to slow grinds as his noises slow to hiccups and loud whines.

“thats it.. but you’ve still gotta make me cum.” you grin, pecking his lips and returning your thrusts to their previous pace and ghost squeals, his eyes rolling back as another orgasm is ripped from him.

he got what he wanted, but at what cost.

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[theclassicistcodenjoyer]

cod kinktober day 4

Gaz tucking Ghost against his chest when they’re both laying on their sides in bed. Soft grunts and pants for breath escaping Ghost because Gaz is holding a small vibrating rose toy to the base of his cock, maintaining steady, horrible, wonderful pressure. Ghost tries to shift, groaning quietly as his gut throbs with heat, but Gaz holds him in place, shushing him gently. They both know it’s not enough to get Ghost to cum. Neither of them really care.