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Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Masterlist
Other characters (Dr. Strange, Kylo Ren, Timothée Chalamet, Stiles Stilinski, Kaz Brekker, Billy Russo, Lewis Hamilton, Bruce Wayne & Simon"Ghost" Riley)
Dusk till Dawn - Series Masterlist (w Billy Russo)
730 days - Series Masterlist (w Billy Russo)
the fuck was bro thinking?
master - simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
masterlist
fandom; call of duty
summary; umm nothing it's just smut with no plot:)
warnings; mature language, heavy smut (oral m!receiving, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, bonding, heavy dom!ghost- sub!reader, master kink, spanking, kinda public sex), soap being a perv watching them, mask stays ON, no mentions of y/n [18+/ MINORS D.N.I.]
words; 6k
a/n; umm I really don't know what came over me and I wrote this there's literally no plot... so enjoy 🤭
You had just finished training the new recruits with Ghost for the day.
“Thanks for the help, sergeant” he tells you.
“Anything for you babe” you say back to him as you raise on your tip toes and kiss his lips just above his mask.
Ghost’s whole face turns red, he seems speechless for a moment until he collects himself and looks at you, he can feel a smile coming to his face.
“You can’t just do that in front of everyone” he says as he smiles under his mask, he’s not looking away and you can tell he really likes your forwardness.
“Why not?” you smirk “I want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’m yours”
Ghost looks at you with a mix of admiration and amazement.
“Okay then, if that’s what you want. What can I say? I guess you really know how to get my attention...” he said with a smirk under his mask.
You get on your tiptoes again and whisper in his ear; “How about a quickie in your office?” you bote your bottom lip as you look at him.
Ghost’s face is completely red now and he can feel his body heating up.
“You know I can’t say no to that.”
You smirk and grab his hand as you lead him to his office. Once inside you lift his mask a bit, revealing his plump lips and lock your lips with his in a passionate kiss.
Ghost closes his eyes to enjoy the moment, his arms wrap around you as he lets himself into the kiss. He starts breathing a bit faster.
“Fuck...” he exclaims with a breathless voice and a smirk.
“Mmm...” you smirk too as you break the kiss and start unbuttoning your shirt.
He looks at you and as he sees you unbuttoning your shirt, his eyes are glued to you. A big smile covers his face.
“You’re trying to tease me...” he says with a chuckle while he starts taking off his shirt as well.
“Maybeee...” you tell him teasingly.
Now both your shirts are off leaving Ghost’s chest naked, while you still have your bra on. Without wasting any more time, you go back at kissing him.
He pulls you close as he kisses you passionately, his hands explore your back, and you can feel his body pressed against yours, you feel how hot he is, how fast his heart beats.
“You’re killing me...” he manages to take a breath between kisses “you’re teasing me to death”
“Let me help you out then...” you bite your lip as you start unbuckling his pants as you get down on your knees in front of him.
He can feel his cock hardening as he watches you, sensing pretty well what you’re about to do. His mind is cloudy, he feels a rush of euphoria go all the way to his head and his heart beating even faster. “God, you’re killing me” he says as his fingers find your hair and starts caressing it.
You run your hand against his painfully hard dick through his briefs, your breathing fanning against him.
Ghost seems lost to the world; his mind and body is only focused on you.
“Fuck sweetheart...” he exclaims between heavy breaths.
He looks at you and he can see a playful smirk on your face. That smirk can easily kill him.
Without saying anything else and without taking your eyes off his, you lower his brief, letting his cock sprang free before taking him in your hand.
Ghost hisses, he doesn’t move a single muscle as you take him into your hand. He is left completely speechless, just the feeling of your soft fingers around him is out of this world.
“Fuck...I...”
He looks into your eyes trying to say something, anything, but before he can get another word out, you wrap your lips around his licking tip. Your tongue starts dancing around it.
“Fuck... you’re so fucking good sweetheart...” he mumbles with a breathless voice.
That’s when you take him even deeper in your mouth and start sucking him as if your life is depending on it.
Ghost looks at you with a mix of a euphoric expression and a very pleased one. You feel how heavy he is against your tongue and that makes you moan around him.
“The things you do to me...” he says with a heavy tone, as a smirk makes its way on his face.
A feeling of dominance starts to surround him.
“Oh my God... you’re driving me crazy” he says as he feels himself wanting to take control, he feels how his dominant side was starting to appear.
But as he was about to start guiding your movements, a sudden thought crosses his mind.
“Fuck, wait... the people outside might... ugh... hear us”
For a quick second you disconnect your lips from him and tell him; “Let them” as you take his cock back in your mouth, as you try to deep throat him this time.
Ghost’s face heats up with a feeling of dominance and he feels himself growing even harder inside your warm mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking good... I don’t I’m gonna last much longer...” you can hear how heavy his breath gets, he can’t say anything else, his mind is only focused on the way your lips feel around him.
It makes him lose total control of himself; you can see how he wanted to take control but now his mind was totally on the feeling. After seeing his hesitation, it all becomes clear to you that he wants to be the one in control.
You suddenly get back on your feet and kiss him with so much fierce and want, letting him taste himself on your lips and tongue.
Ghost seemed totally lost for a moment, he didn’t expect this, but he quickly regains his composure. He starts kissing back passionately in a dominant manner and wraps his arms around you and starts pulling you closer to him. You can feel how heavy his breath gets as he’s starting to be more assertive; he’s letting you feel his dominance. But then a sudden thought crosses his mind.
“What if someone comes in and sees us?”
“Well” you start with a smirk “we’ll give them the best show then” you go back at kissing him.
He seemed totally excited with the idea, it’s the truth and that shows as he continues being more assertive. The kiss gets heavier and more passionate.
“Maybe we’re already giving them the best show” Ghost says, now a bit more bold.
He manages to unhook your bra, letting it fall on the floor and now has his hands on top of your breasts, capturing both your nipples between his fingers. You can notice how soft his touch is as he touches one of your most sensitive and tender places.
“Mmm... if you say so...” you exclaim as he starts kissing your neck.
Ghost is now in total control and he knows it and he knows that you love it too by the way your body reacts to his touch. He holds you even closer to him as he kisses every inch of your neck, his finger still playing with your nipples.
“You’re mine...” he says with a smirk, there’s a tinge of assertiveness and dominance in his voice now as you feel his hands slowly unfastening your pants.
“Yours...” you whisper as you let yourself go against his touch.
You start to feel your body get warmer, you feel how your heart beats faster. You had never felt so vulnerable in front of him, but at the same time you liked it.
Ghost starts moving his hands under your pants, letting them fall off your body and onto the floor, leaving you now only in your panties. He looks at you, there’s now a smug look in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking stunning sweetheart” just a simple compliment from him made you blush.
Moments later you feel his hands move to take off your panties too, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His fingers finally make their way on your wet pussy.
Ghost could feel how wet you were- he saw the way you reacted to his touch.
“Fuck... you’re dripping sweetheart...” his breath hit the side of your neck and you moan “you like it don’t you?”
He seemed so sure of himself, there was a confident look in him that you didn’t know he had as he started drawing circles on your clit.
“Please...” you exclaimed.
“Please... what?” he says, moving his mouth close to one of your ears “tell me what do you want me to do...” he whispers in a calm and cold tone, but you can see a smirk on his face.
“Please...” your words get lost in your throat as you feel his fingers pressing harder against your swollen clit “please Sir... want your fingers to fuck me, want you to make me feel so good”
“Good girl...” Ghost says, with a small smile “now... be more specific”
The way he talked and acted made his dominance become clear to you, he was acting in his most dominant and smug way. You could see how he looked at you, he had a smug face, it was like he was saying ‘Look at how powerful I look now, I’ve finally gotten the control.’
“Please Sir... want your fingers inside me, want to come around them... please Sir” at this point tears were streaming down on your cheeks.
Ghost teases one finger against your entrance. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to dominate you, he couldn’t stop smiling, but he wanted to see more of the look you had in your eyes. Desperation. He could feel your body shaking.
“Again...” he said calmly, the smugness in his face was still big, you couldn’t believe that your Lieutenant was acting like this.
“Please, please Sir... your fingers Sir... want your fingers to fuck me” your entire body was on fire.
Ghost looked at you, a satisfied and victorious looks on his face.
“Why should I, little girl?” he asked with a smirk “you want it so bad? You want my fingers so bad? Is it so hard to ask nicely?”
His entire face was filled with confidence and pride, he seemed so satisfied with how easily he could make you beg him.
“Please what?” he repeated as he seemed totally unbothered by the tears that went down on your face.
“Please, please, please Sir, I’m begging you, please” and your cries were finally heard as you felt one finger entering your aching hole.
Ghost watches as you cry and it seems like that only motivated him to be more dominant. He sees how he was affecting you.
“Good fucking girl” the smug look in his face increased as he felt you clenching around his finger, he seemed completely lost to the moment and you know he could feel that he had complete power over you.
“Good girl” he praised you again as he started moving his finger inside you as you still cried.
That’s when you feel one more finger entering you as he starts moving them even faster.
“Please don’t... don’t stop... don’t stop...” the pleasure feels too much, but it’s perfect.
Ghost didn’t say anything, his face was still smug and confident, he seemed like he was enjoying this even more than you. You could feel his dominance as he seemed completely lost to the feeling.
“You’ve been so good” he kept repeating “such a good girl”
“Yes, yes, yes I’m a good girl” you say as you feel your high approaching you “your good girl...” you throw your head back in pure pleasure.
“Guess you deserve a little reward now...” he says, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence, you couldn’t believe he was the same Ghost from a few minutes ago.
He was enjoying this, he wanted to make you beg for more and more.
Without a warning he lifts you up and places on top of the desk in the office as he got between your legs, attaching his lips with your making you gasp surprised.
You weren’t expecting for him to lift you up so suddenly and then kiss you so passionately, you felt totally overpowered. You tried breaking away from him, but you couldn’t, you were already too weak and distracted with the kiss. As he kisses you your body felt hotter and hotter, you started breathing heavily.
Ghost looks at you, his expression shows pride, but in a more calm and smug way than before, he was enjoying this as much as you.
Then you feel his cock teasing your opening and your breath hitches in your throat.
“Ghost... please...” you beg.
Ghost’s smugness increased the second he heard your voice begging him, he could read you perfectly now. He tapped his cock against your clit making you moan, before getting back on teasing his tip on your entrance. A devilish smile appears on his face.
“I guess I know just what you want now...” he says with a grin.
He starts leaving kisses all over your face. You can feel his breathing getting heavier too.
“You’re mine...” he says in a soft yet dominant voice, one that sounded different from the one he had while you were training, his smugness is unrivalled.
Painfully slow he starts inserting himself inside you and that results in you feeling dizzy. You wrap your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer to you.
“Simon...” you accidentally use his real name.
Ghost hears you, his smile and smugness increases even more, he seems totally lost to the feeling.
“Fuck...” he groans once he bottomed out inside you.
Without wasting time, he starts moving inside you, his face getting red and his breathing heavier against your neck.
“My beautiful little girl...” he says in a soft voice “I'm here, I'm in control, I guess that makes me your master now” you feel him smiling as his movements get faster, his dominance has reached its peak.
“Yes” you yell out “you’re my master! Yes, please keep going!”
The people outside the office could definitely hear your screams of pleasure.
Ghost can’t control his smugness, he was laughing now, his dominance had total control of you.
“Oh I will...” he says in the calmest voice ever, he’s totally enjoying this “i guess I'll have to punish you now for calling me by my real name...” he tells you as he continues moving faster “ think I'm going to tell everyone how naughty my girl was... what do you think?” he asks looking straight in your eyes.
“Yes” you breath out “please master punish me! I need to be punished master!” your legs wrap around his hips pulling him even closer to you as his pace is now feral.
He notices your legs around him and a devilish smile appears on his face again.
“Oh I’ll do better than punish you, my naughty girl” he says looking you straight in the eyes.
Then you hear something outside the door, the sound of someone walking towards the door.
“So tell me pretty girl, how should I do this? He asks with a look of confidence.
You could feel that his dominance is so powerful now that it’s impossible to resist.
In your state of dizziness, you couldn’t respond, you couldn’t even pay attention to the person that walked in the office.
“Master... whatever you want... please...” you breathed out.
Ghost hears you and looks at you, you could tell his smug face was still there, he seems to be proud of himself, for making you feel like this. But then his eyes got wide, his smugness suddenly disappeared the second he saw the person in the door... Soap.
Soap had a smug face of his own, he then looked at Ghost and smiled. Soap’s smug face grew even more.
“Well, well... this seems quite the show...” he laughed.
You don’t pay him any attention as you lay back on the desk.
Soap can clearly get a full view of your bouncing breasts due to Ghost’s forceful thrusts. You can hardly keep yourself quiet.
Soap takes his sweet time looking at everything’s that’s happening, at how Ghost is fucking you and he smiles once again, he seems more smug than ever.
“Well, well... it seems I've come at the perfect time?” he looks straight at Ghost as he continues to stand there.
Ghost looks at him.
“Soap...” he exclaims in a calm tone.
But even his calm tone can’t hide the fact that he was a bit bothered by his presence, he knew Soap was watching but that didn’t stop him at all to keep fucking his cock inside you.
You keep screaming and calling out Ghost’s name as his speed increases the more you speak. Your hands fly to your breasts and you start playing with your hard nipples.
Soap, however, doesn’t seem to leave Ghost’s office. On the contrary, he seems to be enjoying this way too much.
Ghost down looks at you and smiles.
“You’re being very loud, sweetheart... Keep going... Show everyone who fucks you this good” he says in a calm and cold voice, a look of excitement appearing in his eyes.
“Mmm... how about we give Soap that show we were talking about?” you bite your bottom lip as you spread your legs even wider allowing Soap to watch the way Ghost’s cock moves in and out of your drenched pussy.
Ghost’s smile grows even more as you look at Soap.
“Good girl...” he slaps on of your hands away from your breast and takes it into his own, squeezing it tightly.
“You’re quite the little deviant, aren’t you?” he says with a devilish smile, he really loves it.
He keeps going without hesitating fucking you even harder, he’s getting even more confident and proud.
“Only for you master...” you moan.
That makes Ghost move his hips even more fast, if that was even possible anymore and places a hand on top of your lower abdomen feeling himself inside you. That makes you see stars.
“Only for me?” he asks with a proud and smug look, as he presses even harder how hand against your stomach.
Soap has by now sat down on the couch in front of you and is about to start touching himself through his pants.
However, Ghost notices that and looks at him angry.
“Don’t you fucking dare jerk off while watching my girl” he groans at Soap.
Suddenly, Soap’s face turns bright red, he stops touching himself and looks at his Lieutenant.
“S-sorry...” he whispers, it seems like he was caught off guard with the sudden assertion of Ghost’s dominance.
But Ghost didn’t care, his smugness was enough to intimidate Soap, as well as the prideful look on his face.
“See how I make her call my name?” he says, “you could learn something from me, you know?”
Soaps nods silently as he keeps watching the two of them fucking with purpose.
“Fuck... oh fuck Ghost... master... I’m close so close... please, please, please let me come” more tears run down on your cheeks.
Ghost can’t control his smile, he seems even more smug and confident.
“Oh so close already? My baby girl...” he says in a softer tone as his hand as your breasts plays with your sensitive nipple “don’t worry... you’ll come... when times right...”
He starts fucking you even faster and faster, he can feel you on the edge and he wants you to make feel every inch of his dominance.
Soap watches you and Ghost being on a cloud nine without speaking as he feels himself about to burst in his pants.
The hand that was on your stomach makes its way to your neck squeezing lightly, cutting off your blood flow to your brain. Your eyes roll to the back of your head”
“Please, please, please let me... let me come” you beg.
Ghost looks at you with a devilish smile once again.
“Beg for it, my good girl...” he seems so lost in the moment “how would you do it?” he asks with one of his hands on the side of your throat, applying a soft and yet so strong pressure.
He looks at you waiting for your answer, his smugness is oof the charts with his dominance.
Your hand wraps around the forearm of his own that is wrapped around your neck.
“Please, please Sir let me come... please...” you cry out.
“Beg me more...” it seems he’s loving every second of this.
Soap still watches the both of you in silence.
“I want every inch of your submission, my good little girl” he says in a calm and cold tone, yet his face shows that he’s also enjoying this, the smug look and proudness is still at its peek “So... show me” he says with a smirk.
“Please, please, please I can’t hold it anymore... please” you scream.
Due to frustration, you guide the hand that was left on your breast downwards wanting to give your clit more attention. However, Ghost notices that and slaps your hand away as he picks up his pace, your abused hole now feeling so sore.
His facial expression changed completely, his smug face turns to an aggressive face, you could notice the dominance coming out even more. He was so mad at you; he was so mad that you disobeyed him... that you tried to touch yourself.
“I guess you didn’t understand...” he says in a calm yet extremely intimidating and stern voice, you’ve had never seen this side of him, how could someone be so calm yet so aggressive? But you knew his dominance was unrivalled and he would never hesitate to let it show... especially while having an audience.
Suddenly, he pulled out of you making you gasp as he manhandled you into bending you on his desk; your entire front pressed against the cold wood. However, he doesn’t waste time as he re-enters you; his pace unmerciful as a clapping sound was heard due to his hips smacking against your ass cheeks.
Ghost didn’t even give you time to react. His dominance and pride were back and in full action, now he was even more assertive of himself.
“You know I love seeing you like this” he tells you with a devilish smile “don’t you? Your ass looks so good sweetheart” he says as he looks at Soap, his face filled with pride and satisfaction.
“You must know how much I love seeing you like this...” his pace gets even faster as he placed one of his hands on your hips.
The other grabbed at your hair roughly, making your front lift, your breast hanging as you made eye contact with Soap.
Soap starts acting uncomfortable; not able to control his desire at the euphoric sight of you.
Ghost, however, doesn’t care, in fact, the moment he notices Soap’s face change he smiles even more.
“You like what you see, Soap?” he asks him with a smug face and a big smile “I mean... looks at her... she’s perfect... you should see her ass from here” he says looking at you once again, you’ve never seen his smugness reach such extreme levels.
Soap gulps looking at you and the way your breasts are moving, while your entire body shakes from pleasure.
“Ghost...” you let out another moan.
“That’s my girl...” he says in a soft tone before he starts going even faster, his smugness has reached even higher levels, but he stills wasn’t fully into it.
“Say it...” he tells you in a calm yet aggressive voice “say my name...” his dominance is absolute; you must obey.
“Simon...” you exclaim in a state of euphoria, about to pass out, as you clench around his cock- your pussy swallowing him perfect the entire time.
Ghost feels you say his name- his real name; it makes his smug face grow even more, no one has ever called his name in this way before.
“Good girl...” he says with a soft smile “keep going... call me your master...” he groans as he pumps his cock in and out of you.
He’s loving the idea of you calling him your master.
“MASTER! OH FUCK! YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD SIR!” you scream- not able to hold your voice down.
Your eyes lock with Soap’s showing him how good Ghost makes you feel.
“Fuck...” Ghost groans with satisfaction “that’s my good fucking girl...” he says through gritted teeth.
Say it again...” he tells you an even softer yet aggressive tone “say it again... I'm your master...” he wants you to enjoy it, to feel dominated by him “say it again...”
“MASTER! FUCK MASTER I’M YOURS! ONLY FUCKING YOURS!” you say as you finally come around his cock, you climax hitting you like a huge tsunami. At this Ghost smacks your left ass cheek painfully hard making you scream.
Ghost’s mod takes a complete 180 and his expression turns into a dark, angry and punishing look. The look a father gives a child after they did something wrong. He was still dominant, but a more strict and punishing kind of dominant, like he had some authority over you.
“How fucking dare you?” he asks with a punishing look “you fucking came without my permission?” he asks angrily pulling your hair even harder.
“Tell me why you did that” he asks with an intimidating look.
“I’m sorry master” you cry out “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Ghost spanks your as once more.
“And yet you did it...” he tells you, his voice cold “tell me why” he demands with the same punishing look on his face.
The way he talked and the way he looked, it was like how a father talks and looks to their child after they did something wrong, the dominant and punishing type of father.
“Tell me why you did it.”
“I’m sorry Sir... it felt... it felt so good... so so good” you cry out once more.
Soap was watching the entire think unfolding in front of him stunt.
“So you did it just because it felt good?” he asks with a look of anger, he sounds like he can’t believe what you just said.
“Is that why you did it? Because it felt good?” he questions you again with a mad look on his face.
He looked even scarier now, he seems like he’s trying to assert dominance even further and more strictly.
“Answer me!” he says with a louder and punishing tone.
“I’m sorry Sir, so sorry” you feel him pulling out of you and your legs almost give up from under you.
You hear him take his belt off as he commands Soap to get out of his office immediately and he complies right away; terrified of Ghost at this point.
The first smack takes you by surprise.
Ghost keeps hitting your round as with the belt, his face is filled with anger and pride. It seems there was nothing he hated more than disobedience.
“Does it hurt?” he asks with an even more angered and punishing look.
He starts hitting you more. Your ass cheeks at this point are extremely sore, but you can’t help but want mote. You crave more.
“Does THAT hurt?” he adds as he smacks you with his belts again.
You can feel his anger and pride growing with every hit, his dominant side is getting the best of him.
“Did you learn your lesson now?” he asks as he keeps going.
He's punishing you, while you lay on the desk enjoying it.
“Yes, yes master! I've learned my lesson” you scream “I’ll never come again without your permission”
Ghost stops hitting you with the belt. His anger disappears, his pride however was still there and it seemed to be stronger not than ever, he looked very pleased but also very smug.
“And what else are you going to do to prove you have learned your lesson?” he asks in an even more punishing tone.
“What else are you going to do to show me you understand that I’m your master?”
Slowly and breathing heavily you slide off the desk, turn around and get on your knees in front of him, while you open your mouth wide enough for him.
Ghost looks down at you and his face is filled with even more pride, you already were submissive and obedient to him before, but not it was taken to a whole new level. You were so submissive you were even on your knees in front of him, waiting for his orders, waiting to serve him...
“That’s my girl; ready to please her master with that sweet fucking mouth of hers”
He is very pleased with your obedience and the fact that you have taken your submission to another level to show him how much you respect him- cared for him.
“Will you let me fuck your mouth, sweetheart?” he asked smirking and you nodded impatiently.
Ghost thrusts his cock inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.
He doesn’t hold back, his cock constantly hits the back of your throat, while spit spills out of your mouth and falls on top of your breasts.
Yu felt it, the absolute dominance and pride he had in himself now, the absolute satisfaction with your submission. he was happy, you were his and you were showing him how much you wanted him, how much you respected him- cared for him.
“That’s a good girl...” he praises you with an extremely smug look as he groans and moans.
You started choking ad gagging around his cock, while your eyes were locked with his.
Ghost notices that and smiles. The pride and satisfaction, now with a mix of evilness to it, it’s as if he was loving the fact you were choking and gagging around him, as if he was enjoying seeing and feeling it.
He shows you no mercy as he keeps fucking your throat until he was quite satisfied and pulled out of you.
He lifted you back up on your feet, placing you once again on top of the desk and he pushes your torso back down so that you’re lying on your back again before he thrusts his cock inside you with a painful force.
“Ahh!” you scream.
He is very happy, not with your act of submission but with the satisfaction and glory he feels for his absolute strength of dominance.
“You’re like my trophy, my pet, my own little toy” he tells you in a smug and proud tone.
This time though his arrogance is filled with a bit of arrogance, and he is even more prideful. Pleasure is written on both of your faces, and he can’t help himself but feel proud for making you feel this good.
He is the dominant... and you are the submissive.
You feel him move inside you with full force and you try to close your legs due to overstimulation, but he holds your them open and spreads them even wider.
“Please, please, please...” you cry out as you feel another climax approaching you.
Ghost doesn’t stop for a single moment; his thrusts get more and more aggressive now.
“Beg me, beg your master, beg me to let you come...” he tells you with a devilish smile “beg me, my toy...” his cock abusing your tight hole at this point.
“Beg me...”
“Please...” you can’t stop the tears that run down on your cheeks now “please, please, please master! Please let me come! Please! I’m begging you”
Ghost’s smugness reaches its absolute pinnacle. His mouth is open as the mask has coved nose his nose.
“My toy... my toy is begging me to let her come... just like a good pet” his right hand finds your breast and squeezes it.
He takes pride in the fact that you are under his control, that you have no choice but to obey him.
“Beg me more... you know you want to” he smirks almost as if he was taunting you.
“Please, please, I’ll be your good little toy, please master I’m begging you let me come! Please, please, please!” you yell as you feel your lungs cry out of oxygen.
Ghost can’t help but smile.
“How cure...” he says smirking “you really want it... don’t you? You wanna come around my cock again?” he asks letting a little laugh escape from him.
“Come for me sweetheart... come for me my good pet”
And you do as he says coming around his hard cock as he is still thrusting inside you, making you squirt getting his lower stomach wet.
Ghost looks at you, he is absolutely delighted. His eyes widening through his mask at you coming in such way.
“Good girl... good fucking girl” he sounds more delighted than ever before, he feels he is at his finest... and he loves it.
“Please master... please come for me... come inside me please” you cry out as you clench around him.
“Say my name...” he demands with an even bigger smile on his face “say my fucking name sweet girl” you have to do what he says.
“Simon...” you moan “please Simon... come for me! Please, come inside me! I want you to fill me up... want your cum dripping out of me”
“That’s it...” he breaths out his thrust becoming sloppier “now, ask me nicely again... say my name... tell me how much you want my cum in you” he demands with a devilish smile and a smug look.
“Say it...” his tone is intimidating yet also dominating, you feel as if he can do anything he wants to you in this moment.
“Simon... please... want your cum in me... want it to be dripping out of me when I walk another base... please, please Simon come in me” your voice is barely over a whisper “please fill me up Simon”
Ghost is clearly enjoying this.
“Good girl...” you can’t help but feel he is getting pride out of this.
“That’s right... you’re my good girl...” his voice is calm, his face is filled with smugness “my good little toy...”
You finally feel him coming inside you as he keeps pumping his cock- his cum dripping down on the floor. His groans heaven in your ears.
“Yes, yes, yes Sir oh fuck give me all of it” you feel him smacking your clit making you let out a small scream.
“Come... now sweetheart come again...” he demands, and you come instantly for the third time.
Your back arches off the top of the desk as your walls clench around him.
He leans down and presses his lips on your again after so much time.
“Fuck...” he breathes out as he trying to catch his breath- his cock slowly softening inside you.
“Was I too rough baby?” he asks concerned seeing your state.
“Fuck Simon... that was perfect” you let out a small laugh looking him in the eye.
“Glad you liked it sweetheart” he kisses your lips again “how about we get you cleaned up now?”
“Yes please...” you wrap your arms around him as he pulls out of you making you hiss at how sore you were.
He lifts you off the desk, walks to the couch and lays you down as he turns around to get a washcloth to clean you up. You reach out to him before he fully turns around, capturing his attention.
“What is it sweetheart?” he asks smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck once again getting him to lay next to you on the couch.
“Love you Simon” you nuzzle sleepily your head into his neck.
“Love you too sweetheart” he kisses the top of your head lovingly.
a mistake - simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | pt. i
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fandom; call of duty
summary; simon and his wife are unable to control their feelings so they make some bad decisions that are going to affect their future on the long-run
warnings; angst, pregnancy, giving birth (descriptions of a very painful situation), mature language
words; 1.6k
a/n; so I've been gone since like december, but now I'm finally back!! yayy!! 😊 so anyways this is going to be a three- part story so stay tuned!! love y'all!!🥰
Y/n had just arrived at the hospital as she had just gone into labour. The pain was incomprehensible and all she wished for was for everything to be over soon. However, she was missing someone... her husband.
Ghost was on a mission, but not far away from home. He, obviously, hadn’t thought about the chance of his wife giving birth before her due date.
So, the first think she did when she got to the hospital was to call him, as she hoped that she could be able to talk to him between her screams of pain.
Thankfully, Ghost was keeping his phone with him, in case something happened to her, so he could get to her as soon as possible. That was also the reason why he was on a mission close to where he was leaving.
So, when Ghost’s phone rings and he see his wife's name on the caller ID, he immediately picks up.
“Aye, what’s app?” he says once he answers the phone.
However, this pisses Y/n off, as she finds his tone annoying and between screams, she yells at him;
“WHAT’S UP?! YOU DARE TO SAY ‘WHAT’S UP?! I’M IN FUCKING LABOUR, SIMON! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
“Calm down, Y/n, calm down. What the blazes happened?” Ghost says, while he is heard grabbing his rifle and pistol. He makes a few adjustments to his equipment and throws on his plate carrier and tactical vest.
“ARE YOU ON A FUCKING MISSION RIGHT NOW? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I’M IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL GIVING BIRTH TO YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU’RE ON A MISSION? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, SIMON?!” Y/n yells at him once again through the phone, while the pain she’s experiencing is worsening as time goes by.
“Calm down, I got it, I got you. What’s your current location?” He says as he grabs his helmet, mask and his radio.
“Price, I’m out. Y/n’s in labour.” He informs his Captain through the radio.
“I JUST TOLD YOU; I’M IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!” Y/n screams painfully loud as she yells at her husband “I’M CURRENTLY PUSHING YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF MY VAGINA! IS THAT ENOUGH STATUS?” She ironically says, without lowering her tone not even for just one second.
“Alright, keep calm, Y/n. Keep calm. I’m on my way to you.” He hangs up the phone and grabs his gear and throws it into the back of his SUV, he makes a mad dash towards the hospital. He walks quickly into the lobby asking the receptionist where his wife is and he rashes to her room.
The door to Y/n's hospital room bursts open and Simon walks in.
“Y/n! Y/n, are you alright?” He asks panicked as he makes his way next to her.
She looks at him like a madwoman, ready to cut his head off and says;
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU SIMON!” She screams at him while pushing, trying to give birth.
Her breathing picks up.
“I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!” Tears are now streaming on her cheeks as the pain is maddening.
“Calm down! Calm down, Y/n!” He gives her a comforting hug as he speaks “You’re going to be okay. I’m here now, please just relax.”
However, this doesn’t help fix things up as his wife clearly can’t think straight anymore and as she screams into his face, through gritted teeth she tells him;
“You’re not getting out of here alive, Simon. Do you hear me? You’re NOT getting out of this room alive!” She cries out once again and another scream is heard.
Ghost’s mask shakes as he starts to get frustrated and yells at her;
“Shut up, Y/n. Calm down.” A tear can be seen rolling down his mask. He looks into her eyes and continues “You can and will do this, you’re stronger than you think, the pain is only temporary, and it’ll be worth it in the end. This is all for our little girl.”
Y/n gasps at Simon’s tone and she grabs his hands, digging her nails into his skin, while she starts pushing and screaming again.
“Fuck you Simon...” She tells him as tears are keep on escaping from her eyes.
Ghost pulls his hand out of her grasp and looks her dead in the eye.
“Y/n, if you scream at me one more time, I swear to God, I will leave you here to have this child alone!” He tells her, words coming out of his mouth without him realising it.
Once again, she gasps at his words as she’s now sobbing.
“Leave!” She yells at him “FUCKING LEAVE SIMON! BUT DON’T YOU DARE SOME BACK ASKING TO SEE YOUR DAUGHTER!”
At this point, the doctors and nurses, that are assisting her, watch the entire scene unfold in front of them as if it is a out of a soap opera.
Ghost grits his teeth together and clenches his jaw.
“Fine... If that’s what you want...” He stands up and turns around.
He walks away but stops and turns back to his wife as tears fill his eyes, but he just stands there silently and walks away and out of the building, closing the hospital door behind him. No words are said between them as he walks away once and for all.
A doctor that has witness everything, though, runs after him trying to stop him.
“Sir! Please, sir, slow down!” The doctor yells at him.
Simon stops and turns around to face the doctor and he says absolutely nothing as he stares into the doctor’s eyes. He has a look of despair on his face. He looks like he’s about to start crying or burst into uncontrollable rage.
“Sir, you must understand that women tend to say those things when they’re in labour. They’re experiencing the worst pain anyone can ever go through and the way they’re showing it to others is, most of the times, through hateful words, but you must know that these words are never true.” The doctor tries to explain.
Ghost is still silent, but his expression softens as he listens to the doctor speaking.
“I understand...” He says in a quiet voice as he fights back more tears.
“You decide whether you stay or leave, it’s your choice, but I just had to let you know.” The doctor looks sympathetically at him as he turns around and heads back into the hospital.
Simon just stands there for a few seconds and takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He finally makes a decision, turns around, heads back into the hospital and gets to Y/n's room.
Once Y/n sees him, though, her eyes fill with so much hate.
“Why did you come back? Leave! Please, someone get him out of here!” She yells frantically as she sobs “LEAVE!” The nurses are trying to calm her down and one of them tells her; “Ma’am you have to keep pushing, otherwise the baby will suffocate, it’s been way too long.”
Ghost walks over to her and kneels beside her bed. He reaches out and grabs her hand gently.
“I don’t care how much you yell at me, how much you hate me... I’m not leaving you until this baby is born...” Tears are running down on his cheeks.
Lucy looks at him and while breathing hard she tells him;
“Once the baby is born, you’re leaving.”
He just nods, while still holding her hand.
“Okay... Y/n... just... just do your best... alright?... I’ll be right here...”
Now, Simon, can barely hold himself together, but he has to stay strong... for her.
Y/n takes her hand out of his and without looking at him she says;
“Don’t touch me.”
Simon nods, but says nothing, he stands there silently until the baby is born.
And indeed, half an hour later his beautiful girl has finally arrived. With a sadden expression he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and begins writing something on it as he looks at his wife and their newborn daughter, trying to capture this image in his mind, because this image will be the only thing that he will have left.
Half an hour later, Y/n has finally calm down and she looks around trying to find her husband. However, he’s nowhere to be seen. On the bedside table she notices a piece of paper folded up and her name written on it. She takes it in her hands, unfolds it and starts reading it.
The paper reads;
“I’m sorry for ruing this special moment. I made a huge mistake and I accept the consequences of my actions. I love you, Y/n. I will always love you, no matter what.
I understand if you don’t want me in your life anymore, but at least think of me as the father of our beautiful daughter.
Love you always,
Simon”
Tears are running once again down on her cheeks as she sobs and rips the paper into pieces.
“I hate you...” She whispers to herself, but the words are no longer directed to her long-gone husband anymore. They’re directed to herself.
Finally, a doctor walks over to her and says;
“Excuse me, ma’am, but we need to take your daughter to the nursery for a quick evaluation. If the baby is healthy then we are free to let her stay with you for the rest of your recovery. This is one of the most special moments of a new parent’s life, you deserve to have your child with you for this. Is that okay with you?”
She can form no words anymore, so she simply nods at the doctor.
“I’m giving you some privacy for the moment. If you have any questions or concerns, or need anything, don’t hesitate to ask the nursing staff. I’ll back shortly.” The doctor leaves and as she does so, Y/n is left alone to bond with her newborn daughter.
All by herself...
*Four years later*
H-here … it’s for you 🌼
arcadia - simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
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fandom; call of duty
summary; maybe helping emotinally ghost isn't the best idea. harsh words are being said, feelings are hurt and after an eventfull night your lives make an 180 turn
warnings; angst, mature language, mature themes, mentions of trauma, heavy smut [18+/ MINORS D.N.I.] / unedited
words; 4.1k
a/n; it's actually friends to enemies... i uploaded again because for some reason tumblr is messing w the hastags... and my nerves!!!
enjoy❤️
Since the first day you joined task force 141, you had been obsessed with Ghost.
Behind his scary mask, you imagined a man that was hurting. You could read his eyes like an open book, understanding when he was in pain –physically and mentally- when he was sad, angry and many other emotions.
It wasn’t like you were sorry for him, but sad by everything he had been through. Of course you weren’t aware about his childhood trauma, but everyone had experienced something bad in their lives that made them join the army, well... most of them. Apart from you...
You were coming from a wealthy background, being raised as a princess, having the world at your feet, a happy family and a happy life. And that was why Ghost didn’t like you.
Not one bit.
He was thinking very low of you, believing that a person like you would never understand everything that he had been through. He basically loathed you because you were happy, the people you loved most were all alive and you didn’t have to keep a blank face while hiding behind a mask, feeling like a coward.
As a matter of fact that you were a medic and didn’t have to be on the field, you were only seeing Ghost while he was in base.
You were always smiling warmly at him, trying to cheer him up –maybe even make him crack a smile too –yet you never succeeded. He was being grumpy all the time, ignoring you all the time. When you would sit next to him at lunch, he would silently eat his food not even paying attention to what you were saying and then get up and leave. When you would join him in training, he would pretend that you weren’t even there. When you would approach him for a small talk in the hallway, he would pass you by. When he would get hurt and you would have to treat him, he would keep his face straight, never look at you and leave as soon you were done, not even saying a small thank you.
But you wouldn’t let that get to you. You would try every day, every hour and every second. You wanted to make that man see the happiness in life, that no matter what happened to him in the past, he would be able to start over.
It was no lie that with time passing by, you fell for the big scary grumpy man that would never spare you a single glance. But you kept trying, until one day...
Everyone had returned from a mission and some of the men were at the med bay getting treated. However, you never saw Ghost coming in... you felt relieved knowing that he didn’t get hurt, but you still wanted to see him for you missed him.
“y/n, will you go check on Ghost in his room. Some said that he got hurt, but never came in” a nurse informed you and you felt you heart dropping.
As you made your way towards his room, many thoughts surrounded your head. How badly hurt was he? Why wouldn’t he come at the med bay? Was he so weak that he couldn’t walk anymore? Your heartbeat picked up at these thoughts and you found yourself sprinting to his room.
When you finally reached your destination, you knocked at his door, hoping for an answer, yet nothing, so you knocked again and again and again until you heard him groan from the other side, finally opening his door.
“are you okay?” was the first thing that you said while scanning his body for any injuries.
“i’m good. I took care of everything” he replied with a cold voice.
“why didn’t you come to me?” you tilted your head in question.
“i’m fine” he avoided your question and tried to close the door, but you blocked it with your hand.
“no you’re not ghost! What is wrong with you? do you ever think about you and the risk you’re putting yourself through?” you pointed your finger at him.
“even if i did, that's none of your business. So stop being so fucking annoying and leave me the hell alone.” he raised his voice and you gasped by that.
“sim--” you tried to say but he cut you off.
“don’t you fucking say my name. You're nothing but a filthy rich little girl that is used on having everything she fucking wants and now that she can’t have that anymore she’s being a pain in the arse.” his words took you aback, breaking your heart.
“you don’t mean that...” you let out a weak voice.
“believe what you want” and with that he closed the door loudly.
Tears started running down your face and you ran towards your room, avoiding everyone in your way. When you entered the place that you could found some kind of comfort you fall onto your bed and cried your heart out.
You never believed that he would ever treat you like that. You thought that would manage to get on his good side as the time was passing by, but obviously that never happened and never will.
His words resulted in you not leaving your room for the next week, until one day after a successful mission when everyone had decided to go out for drinks.
You made a huge effort to get ready and follow the others at the bar.
When you reached there you isolated yourself at the far end of the room, away from everyone’s eyes, while you started getting yourself drunk.
You were on your fifth –or something –beer, when someone caught your hand, preventing you from attaching your lips on the cold bottle, but when you turned your face to see whoever was that that was holding your wrist, you came face to face with those sweet, but also cold eyes that you had fallen for. Ghost...
“you’ve drunk enough” he exclaimed.
“hmm how’d you know? Have you been watching me big guy?” you smiled lazily at him, feeling a weird confidence overtaking you.
“i’m taking you to base” he said.
“nooooo I wanna drink more” you let out a whine.
he didn’t say anything back, just tighten the grip on your wrist while he literally dragged you out of the bar.
On your way back to base, you kept singing and singing while following Ghost carefully.
“my body is a map of L.A and my heart is like paper, I hate ya...” you swung from side to side as your eyes were travelling all around the street.
“i’m not from the land of the palms, so I know I can’t stay here” you wiggled your hand out of his grip and he turned to look at you stand.
“i’m not native, but my curves, san gabriel all day” you grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers.
“my lips like the fire licks the bay, if you think that you know yourself, you can come over” he tensed.
“lay your hands on me like you’re a land rover” you rested your head on his shoulder.
“in arcadia...” he took in a sharp breath.
“arcadia...” you placed your other hand on his forearm softly.
“all roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries” he felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore.
“that get the blood flowin’ straight to the heart of me...” you hummed as you stroked softly his hand.
You felt a warm feeling overflowing within you as you were so close to him, so close to the man that you so very much loved with your whole heart.
The man that had broken your heart...
You unfocused for the rest of the walk, letting him guide to through the dark of the night.
At last you reached your room, without you even realising. You only felt Ghost placing you down on your soft mattress as he took of your shoes and stand back up.
You raised your head looking him straight in the eyes with tears falling down on your cheeks.
“stay...” you let out a low whimper while holding his hand.
He stood like a statue, not knowing how to react.
“i can’t--” you cut him off.
“why do you hate me?” you sobbed.
Again, he didn’t say anything.
“i won’t apologise for the life I had for I wasn’t the one that chose it, but with all my happiness and wiliness I wanted to make you feel better, I wanted to make you see that there’s still life out there for you, because... I care about you.” you sniffled.
“i never meant to annoy you, never meant to make you feel bad, I just wanted to brighten your day.” you got up, still holding his hand.
“i’m sorry if i made you feel bad about yourself, I'm sorry for everyth--” he placed his other hand on your mouth.
“no one cares about me” his voice was barely heard.
You couldn’t reply though, as his hand was preventing you from talking.
However, what he did next made your eyes widen as he lifted his mask so that his soft pink lips were revealed. The hand on your mouth travelled south, placing itself softly on your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours. He leaned down, lips hovering above yours, his breath falling soundly against your mouth.
You squished his hand in reassurance and finally his lips connected with yours. His lips were warm and soft almost silken, and pillowy against your own. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Now, he had brought both hands on your waist, pulling you closer resulting in your bodies to be pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as your lips pressed against each other. You could taste your shared breath, while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat.
Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as he lowered his head, disconnected his lips from yours, guiding them towards your jaw, peppering kisses across it and the lower on you neck placing a light kiss on your pulse point as he took in your sweet aroma. The smell of his own perfume, of the soft scent, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach.
“Ghost...” you whimper, tears now dried.
He lifted his head looking at you. Once again, he brought his lips again on yours, this time in a more demanding kiss. His hands started fumbling to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt as you lifted your hands up to help pull it off of you, while your other clothes followed suit, as you stood now completely naked in front of him.
The room was dark, so you both couldn’t see much. Ghost finally, picks you up and throws you on the bed as he eyed you for a long moment, searching and looking at your body, before the tension left his own. He tried to take in as much as he could with the help of the moonlight that was making its way through the curtains. He took in your unscarred body, the way your chest was moving up and down as you tried to regain your breath, your beautiful breasts with your erected nipples that were awaiting for him to feel his tender touch, his gentle fingers, his warm lips around them. Then his eyes darted onto your waist and he couldn’t help but imagine his hands grabbing on the soft flesh, squishing your skin, while pleasing you the best he could. Then he moved on your hips and the area he craved more as he felt his feet giving up from under him as he kneeled down, placing his big hands on both your thighs parting them without taking his eyes from your pussy, noticing the way it was glistening with your wetness. He looked up at you, your soft eyes locking with his.
His hands travelled across your stomach, reaching your breasts, cropping them softly and then it was as something snapped in him. He stood up taking of his shirt and climbed on top of you, bringing you in the middle of your bed as your legs rested on either side of him. His breath hitting against your lips, one hand lowering itself on your soft body, while the other stayed on the side of your head, supporting himself.
“Ghost...” you cried out.
Now his hand was only inches away from the warm core, caressing it with a finger –or was it two fingers? -two, perhaps even three, were now travelling down the gulley and any moment, any millisecond, you would have to plead –this was what you had wanted him to want to do since the day you first met him –and you were caught between excitement and panic, and it –the tongue –you felt as if you were swallowing it and you didn’t mind it anymore, because he had begun to moan softly –he couldn’t very well say anything with his tongue in your mouth –streak the hand had leaded back up to the rib cage, no longer on the side but going up the front, inland. Slither went the tongue, but the entire terrain of your torso to explore and not just the sides –oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest –no, the hand was cupping your entire right –Now! You must plead, not able to take any more of his teasing, and talk to him like a dog –and oh God, what were you supposed to do now –inasmuch as it, his hand, was at this instant passing over your entire right breast and you could feel the pressure –light pressure, but pressure –Now! The ‘please, Ghost –but it was as if the cord between your will and your central nervous system had been cut.
“y/n, do you want me?” he finally spoke as he pulled away from yours lips, but you still couldn’t matter a word, his touch was too much.
He took notice of this, the hand that was in your core swirled around your wetness.
“you do want me” he answered himself.
He smiled, a smile of genuine delight, never seen in the last months, made the moment even more precious. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
“oh God, yes, I do want you” you cried out, something awakening in you as you kissed his sleek muscular chest, then sliding your hand downward outside his trousers encountered a leaning tower of pressure “and I could say the same ‘bout you” you whispered in his ear.
His head fell limp in the crook of your neck, your hands finally finding their home around his neck.
He pulled away abruptly, trembling, breathing like a drowning man, and his hands went to unclasp her hands from his neck.
“i can’t” he said in a anguished tone.
You were deaf to all reason, your small face blind with aroused need, the slender naked body on flames.
“i love you” you cried, fingers touching where his hair is hidden by his black mask, and it was not the first time that you had known, but the first time you had said it, and all miracle of your understanding it was in your shivering voice.
Ghost didn’t say anything, just made a wild, smothered sound, staring down into your face as you raised your limp head to meet his hard mouth, your lips filled with a sensuality which turned you both to fire.
You wanted to tell him that you understood him, in a way that you'd never understood anyone before. Because you were with him, in this moment. It wasn’t even like being colleagues or work partners –even friends, it was much closer than that, much deeper. You'd torn down all the barriers and put your soul into his hands.
“i love you” you told him again.
his lips slightly brushed against your cheek before he stood up once again.
You broke into cold sweat thinking that he would leave you, that all this was too much for him, that you’d overstepped his space... his feelings, but he didn’t leave.
You watched him as he took of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed again, now him being completely naked too. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cock head against your swollen clit. He had worked you up so much that you were on the verge of a break down –but no, you couldn’t beg, plead for your realise –too scared that he would up and leave you for good.
But you’ve had enough... so you took matters into your own hands and you flipped him around, the look on his face not going unnoticed by you.
You placed your body between his legs, giving yourself access to what you needed and he exhaled harshly.
“y/n, what are y--”
Your lips flowed over the wide crown. He reached for the white mattress underneath him, his hands curling around them with white-knuckled force. You held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made you moana round him. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.
“lick it” he touched your cheeks.
Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he rewarded you with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, you hollowed your cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.
You wanted to drive him crazy.
He made a sound filled with the sweetest agony;
“God, y/n... your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that... hard and deep.”
You were so turned on by his pleasure you squirmed. His hands pushed into your bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. You loved how he starred out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt for you overwhelmed his control.
The soft bite of pain made you hungrier, greedier. your head bobbed as you pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while you sucked and stroked the crest with your mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and you slid the flat of your tongue along them, tilting your head to find and caress each one.
“stop” he let out a heavy voice after a while.
You pulled away from his cock, looking at him anxiously.
“come here” he instructed and you climbed on top of him.
He didn’t waste on second as he collided his lips with yours turning you both around as you were now underneath him. His mouth departed from your own, making its way along your neck, your collarbones, and he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.
“ghost--” he cut you off.
“shh” he sucks on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples.
His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to your skin.
One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump your breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.
“you’re so wet for me” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.
“you’re beautiful here too. Plush and pink. So soft.” he said and you whimpered.
He lowered his head between your parted legs, joining his hand. His tongue made contact with your heat drawing provocative laps against your flesh. Your hands fisted in the sheet, your chest heaving as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, he nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves, as your hips were moving restlessly into the devious torment, your whole tightening with the clawing need to cum.
The light teasing flutters were driving you insane, giving you just enough to make you wtiyhe but not enough to get you off.
“ghost, please...” you finally cried out, pleading for your realise.
“not yet.”
He tortured you, coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting you slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted your skin and your heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on your clit until a single stroke would set you off, then moving lower to thrust into you. the soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making you desperate enough to beg shamelessly.
“please Ghost... let me cum... I need to cum, please.” you begged.
“shh, angel... I'll take care of you.”
He finished you with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through you in a warm rush of pleasure.
He threaded his fingers with yours when he came over you again, restraining your arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and he pushed inexorably into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge if his penis.
Ghost's breath gusted hard and humid against your throat, his big frame trembling as he slid carefully inside you.
“you're so soft and warm. Fuck.” he breathed out.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper. Then his thumb was on your clit, rubbing in circles that had your hips churning.
“yes!” you moaned, raking your nails down his back. He wasn’t icy anymore. He was on fire.
“fuck me, Ghost. Fuck me hard.” you moaned.
Y/n...” his mouth covered yours. He fisted your hair, holding you still as he lunged again and again, pounding hard and deep.
“fucking hell...” he groaned into your neck.
The rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against the curve of your buttocks and the harshness of his possessive litany drove you insane with lust. You felt yourself quickening with every twinge of pain, felt your sex tightening with your growing arousal.
With a long, guttural groan he started coming, his flexing body quaking as he emptied himself inside you.
You held him as he climaxed, stroking his back, pressing kisses along his shoulder.
“hold on.” he said roughly, pushing his hands beneath you and flattening your breasts against him.
Ghost pulled you up, the sat down with you straddling his hip. You were slick from his orgasm, making it easy for him to push back inside you.
His hands brushed the hair away from your face, then wiped your tears of relief.
“i’m always hard for you, always hot for you. I'm always half-crazy with wanting you. If anything could change that, I would’ve done it before we got this far. Understand?” he confessed.
“yes.” your hands wrapped around his wrists.
“now, show me that you still want me after that.” his face was flushed and damp, his eyes dark and turbulent “i need to know that losing control doesn’t mean I've lost you.”
You pulled his palms from your face and urged them down on your breasts. When he cupped them, you splayed your hands on his shoulders and started riding him. You kept lifting up your body and then falling back down over and over again while he kept on squeezing your breasts.
“ghost...”
“simon.” your eyes locked with his “call me simon.” he breathed out, lips parted, breathing heavily as he started pistoning his hips against yours making throw your head backwards.
“fuck, simon...” you cried out as you felt your silk walls flattering around him.
“come on, angel, cum for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel.” that did it for you as you through yourself backwards, hands clasping on his hips as you tried closing your legs due to the extent pleasure, but he made sure to keep them open, as he came inside you once again.
“fuck...” you exhaled as you slumped against his torso, legs still trembling.
He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close, stroking your back softly, as he tried to show you with his actions what he couldn’t express with words... I love you.
Idk but maybe something with ghost and y/n. Like benefits that turn into feelings but ghost fucks another girl and reader gets jealous and screws a team member and ghost is jelly
thank u for the request darling 🥰❤️
pay back- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
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summary; after you see simon fucking some other girl you decide to make him pay by fucking one of his worst enemies, phillip graves
warnings; smut, mature language, angst, phillip graves, fluff, english is not my first language, [18+/ M.D.I.]
words; 1.9k
a/n; so apparently now i have also a crush on alejandro and graves too (don't come after me about the last one... tiktok is to be blamed for that)
You and simon had been fuck buddies for almost 8 months now. It was nothing serious, just a way to blow of some steam after or during missions. However, things started to become a little more complicated when you started calling one another over at your houses, fucking in between missions too.
You had to admit that simon knew how to pleasure a woman, he had learn your body better than you and was able to make your legs shake- literally. He was the best you've ever been with and you wanted that to last for as long as it was possible.
The problem was that after some time you started catching feelings for him. At first you blamed it on the experience of your high and the afterglow of your climax, but as time passed by you realised that it wasn't just that. You had fallen for the man that was hiding his face behind a skull mask. A man you had never seen the full face of, although you had fucked hundreds of times.
But you had to be tough, so you pushed those feelings away, only for them to become even stronger one morning where you were just arriving at simon’s house when you saw a girl leaving.
That hurt a lot.
Without thinking much, you turned your car around and drove back home. After that, you were avoiding him as much as you could, but still sleeping together here and there.
You wanted to make him pay in any kind of way.
So at first, after you had calmed down, you were treating him as before; always joking around, poking him and in general being yourself. You just waited for the right moment, or more like; the right person. Two months later that moment finally arrived.
Your victim was phillip graves.
Simon had confessed to you that he didn't like that guy at all.
“You're always friendly with him though. i've seen you interacting with people you don't like and trust me when i say; that's not how you do it.” You had said in an attempt to make sure that he really doesn't like graves.
“I do it for the team’s sake. Doesn't mean, however, that I don't have a bad feeling about him.” He had told you and you just nodded.
More or less, you had decide to fuck graves, but you also had to make sure that ghost knew about this or you had to figure out some way so that he could learn about it. In the meantime, you were being very subtle about flirting with graves. You didn't want ghost to catch up and ruin your plan. Sooner or later an evil idea came to your mind.
The meeting room, right before your meeting. Ghost always arrives first so that was the perfect way to execute your plan.
So here you were now; on top of the meeting table, underwear discarded on the floor, legs spread and graves between them fucking you like there was no tomorrow. You had to admit that he wasn't that bad, but still… he wasn't simon. However, the teasing and the feeling of your orgasm always approaching and then being gone was getting on your nerves.
You had no other option but to think about simon and how he would fuck you; pumping his huge cock in and out of you, pulling all the way out till the tip and then slamming back inside you, always hitting your g spot.
You let out a moan at that and wrapped your arms around graves while keeping your eyes closed.
Graves’ thrusts were fast but not as hard as you'd like them to be. Ghost was always making sure that you could feel all of him, even though impossible at first; due to him being way bigger than the average, after some time, though, your clit would connect with his pubic bone making you see stars from the stretch and the fact that his tip was kissing your cervix.
After a little while you heard movements outside the door and you were pretty sure that it was him, so you had to make your presence known.
“Uugghh phillip…” you let out a fake moan and the show began.
“fuck y/n, you feel so good” he groaned in the crook of your neck.
“fuck yes!! Fucking me so well!! Ohh my fucking g—” you couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another fake scream this time.
“phillip yes yes yesss!!” that made him go even faster.
That made you wonder what the hell was he doing? At this point you were annoyed and just wanted to get over with it so you tighten your walls around him pretending to be reaching your climax.
“shit baby, can feel you clenching ‘round me” he breathes out.
You just let out another moan in response and threw your head back as you faltered your walls around him faking your orgasm.
“fuck i'm cumming shit shit shit” you yelled and that send him over the edge as he finally pulled out and came on your stomach.
Gross.
“fuck y/n” he exclaimed trying to catch his breath.
You didn't say anything just laid back supporting yourself on your elbows waiting for him to clean you up, but he only tacked himself back in his trousers and walked away.
Realising that he wasn't going to clean you up you sighed and grabbed one of the tissues on the table and did it yourself.
Not even a few seconds after you were cleaned up and had put your clothes back, the door opened and ghost came in.
Without paying any attention to him, you say on the far end of the table being further away from both men.
“ghost nice seeing you” graves smirked as he sat down on his chair too.
Simon didn't say anything just followed graves’ moves taking a seat while waiting for the others.
During the meeting simon had his eyes clued on you, while you were trying to avoid eye contact. He was hella pissed for sure.
When the meeting finally ended, everyone, including yourself, rose from their seats and left the room. Graves, however, made sure to talk to you before leaving.
“whenever you want to repeat that, you know where to find me” he smirked while whispering in your ear before leaving too.
It was just ghost and you now in the room. You didn't know what to do. You hadn't thought that your plan would actually work.
“ghost you're not leaving?” you asked as you turned to face him.
“why? So graves can come back and fuck you again?” he responded with a raspy voice.
“whatever you mean?” you tried not to smirk as you acted clueless.
“i'm talking about what happened before the meeting” he approached you, now towering over you “when you had made sure I was outside the door, before giving the worst performance of your life, because trust me I know how you react when you cum and that wasn't it.” He said leaving you speechless. He didn't do anything else just walked passed you and then towards the door.
“why? Did you made that girl cum then?” you finally fired back as you saw him freezing where he was.
“what?” he turned around.
“don't act like a fool simon, I saw that girl leaving your house one day when I had decide to come over and surprise you, turns out you were the one that surprised me.” You crossed your arms across your chest.
You saw his fist clenching as he walked up to you and pushed you back against the table while grabbing your neck putting pressure on your arteries on either side.
“so that gave you the right to go and fuck graves huh? After I had told you that I dislike him?” you didn't say anything as you felt his cock rubbing against you through your clothes.
graves had left you extremely frustrated.
“answer me.” He tighten his hold on your neck.
“I wanted to make you jealous.” You admitted.
“why the hell would I be jealous?” he questioned and that took you aback.
You hadn't thought that there could be a chance that he wouldn't care about you. After all, you were the one that had feelings, not him.
“i- i…” you tried to say something, but you didn't know what.
“fucking hell y/n” he exhaled as he released your neck and took a few steps backs.
“I knew this would happen…” he murmured.
“what do you mean?” you asked confused.
“why the fuck would I care about you that much that I would be jealous? The only thing I care about is the fact that you fucked the guy I told you to stay away from.” His words stabbed your heart like a sharp knife that kept twisting and twisting.
“i'm sorry…” you lowered your head.
“fucking hell y/n” he looked away from you “why did you have to do this?”
“because i love you” you finally admitted and his head turned immediately towards you.
He didn't say anything, just kept looking at you. There was your answer, of course he wouldn't be feeling anything towards you. that's why you decided to leave, but as you were making your way pass him, he grabbed your arm and lifted his mask before crushing his lips against yours.
You were in shock. It took you awhile to realise what was going on, but sooner or later you returned the kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands snaked around your waist pulling you even closer to him.
He had never kissed you like this before, so many feelings hidden finally being revealed through your actions. His tongue slipped into your mouth as he was expressing thousands of emotions with his lips against your own. Could he love you? How could someone like him, so broken, left out, being in love? He just pitted you that's all.
You finally pulled back as you pressed a hand against his chest.
“please, don't play with my feelings anymore. I can't do this” you whispered while lowering your head.
“darling…” he exclaimed as he lifted your head slowly locking his eyes with yours “i'm not playing with your feelings and i'm not intending on doing so” he placed his forehead on yours “do you mean it?” he asked.
“mean what?” your voice barely audible.
“that you love me?” his lips brushed against yours.
“of course” you said and his hand made its way through your hair locks as he pushed your face against his.
“good. Because I love you too.” He finally told you, but before you could react in any kind of way he had crushed his lips against yours, kissing you with so much care and affection.
“don't go anywhere near graves ever again. Do you hear me?” he instructed when you broke away.
“yes sir” you smirked.
“fucking hell… after what you did I shouldn't let you cum for at least a week” he said making your eyes widen.
“wha—” he interrupted you.
“behave and you shall receive darling.” He smirked and kissed you once again.
No one seems to be talking about Phillip 'Twink' Graves, as much as we all hate his guts with a passion this man makes me question all my morals and values in life. How can I stay mad at this man when he's whispering in my ear saying 'Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby...' LIKEE OKAAAY SIR, LEMME SUCK YOU SHADOW COC- Pardon my vulgar tongue- Although this man is a bitch ass snake, I'd like to come home to him, maybe it's the Stockholm syndrome in me talking but fucccck I want to have his kids so much, being in a relationship with this snake would be toxic as hell but he'd always try to make it up to you, you keep telling yourself this is the last straw but then you find yourself on your knees sucking him dry JUST TO HEAR HIM PRAISE YOU LIKE 'I'LL BE YOUR GOOD GIRLLLL'. This man is making my life a living hell because he ain't in it, thanks for listening to my TedTalk.
You can’t make a tall guy with a deep accented voice, tattoos, veiny arms and sultry bedroom eyes and expect us not to want to fuck him
this.
can someone please explain to me why is alejandro so underrated?? like... he's one of the best characters in mw2 and he's like so handsome... like huh??
(when i finish my requests with ghost i'll start writing about him dw😊)
I've got a request! Ghost and reader on a mission together. They both have definite feelings for each other already. Reader gets shot and from Ghosts pov it looks fatal, but it isn't. Reader has to play dead to escape from the enemy and scares Ghost half to death in the process. THANK YOU
thank u so much for ur request love!!🥰🥰
faking- simon "ghost" riley x reader
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summary; as the mission goes on, you are forced to fake your death, hurting the man you love most.
warnings; angst, death, mentions of blood, mature language, violence, fluff, english is not my first language, unedited
words; 1.7k
a/n; doesn't follow the events of mw2, but there are some hints here and there
to clear things out MI5 works within the UK (MI6 is the opposite)
“Vox, report.” You heard ghost’s voice.
“I'm going in.” You replied.
“No, no. You stay where you are, you hear me? We didn't agree on that.” He insisted.
“Ghost there is no other way. It has to be done now. Over.”
The situation had as follows; you had organised an ambush on Graves and his team, while your top priority was to capture him and take him hostage to use him against Shepherd. However, your plan wasn't keeping up with theirs as much as you wanted, so you had to improvise. That's why you argued with Ghost and disobeyed his instructions, putting yourself at risk.
As you broke in you started taking down one soldier after the other, but sooner or later found yourself on your knees, putting pressure on the front of your thigh trying to prevent more blood loss as you had apparently been shot.
“Vox, what's going on?” Ghost’s worried voice sounded once again over the comms.
“I'm hit, but I'll survive.” You informed him.
“I'm coming in.”
“Ghost no, I'll be fine.” You insisted, but it had no result as you show him entering the building you were in and approaching you carefully, trying not to compromise himself.
“I told you not to do that. You didn't listen Y/n.” He spoke once he leaned down taking you in his arms and picking you up carefully making you hiss due to the pain.
“I'm sorry…” You responded weakly.
“Hey it's okay, you're going to be okay. Just keep your eyes open, can you do that for me doll?” He asked you, panic written all over his voice.
“Mhhm…” you murmured as you started feeling lightheaded.
“Y/n, Y/n” he shook you “I need a medic immediately! Vox is down!” He shouted over the comm.
“Simon…” you exclaimed his name slowly.
“Everything's going to be okay Y/n, you'll be okay. Please keep your eyes open.” He pleaded as his hands started trembling.
“I'm sorry, i'm so sorry…” a tear rolled down on your cheek.
“Medics are on their way.”
“You hear that darling, they're coming to save you.” He placed you down again, once you were outside the building.
“I'm really sorry…” you kept repeating over and over again.
“You don't have to be sorry about anything sweetheart, everything's fine. Just stay awake.” You could tell that under the mask a sad and hurt expression had overtaken his facial characteristics.
“I'm so…”
“No! No no no! Please no!” He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly as if he could keep you soul in from exiting your cold body.
When the medics finally arrived they found Ghost on his knees holding you as tight as he could, trying to memorise the way you felt for the rest of his miserable life. They tried to take you away from him and after a few tries they succeeded as Soap appeared from behind them, approaching Ghost and kneeling down next to him trying to comfort him, but it was too late.
Ghost had lost his last hope of life. He had lost you…
It took three months for the Task Force 141 to finally give an end to everything. They had accomplished their mission and were now celebrating in a small bar as they waited for Laswell to arrive, so she could congratulate them face to face.
Ghost never spoke to anyone, only when it was needed for the mission. He distanced himself from everyone and everything and promised himself to avenge for you death. As he did.
Now the team were having their time of their lives, when finally Laswell walked in.
“Hello boys.” She greeted them with a smile.
They all said their hellos back, apart from Ghost who just nodded towards her.
However, nobody noticed another figure entering the bar, behind Kate.
“It can't be…” Soap exclaimed shocked and everyone turned to him in question and he pointed towards the person behind Laswell.
“Vox?” Gaz said and Ghost head shot up feeling his heart racing.
“Hi” You finally waved at them appearing now next to Kate.
“How?” Price questioned.
“Sit down boys, we can't talk standing.” Laswell motioned towards the booth where everyone was sitting.
And they did so, as you sat down across from Ghost, not daring to look at him. You didn't know what to expect from him. You had left him, you broke him, making him think he had lost everything once again. You were his war partner, wanting to be his life partner eventually, but you betrayed him.
“So where should I start from?” Kate sighed.
“How's Y/n alive, no offence Y/n, I'm really glad your alive, but.. how?” He turned to you and you just nodded.
“Y/l/n works for the MI5, she's been a secret agent for the British army since the beginning of her career. When she was placed in Task Force 141, she had already agreed that her alliance would always be to MI5, so when she was asked to fake her death she couldn't do otherwise.” She began explaining “Y/n, you wanna continue? You know the situation better than anyone.” She asked you and you nodded.
“Yeah, umm… M asked me to get into the Shadow company swearing my allegiance to them, but to do so I had to make you all believe that I'm dead. I had approached Graves and talked to him about it. I promised him that I would be by his side and I would let him know everything about our team. Of course I had already spoken with M and we had agreed on what I would be giving away to him, most of them were false informations. So when I entered that building I had already a bag with fake blood on my foot and prosthetics above it to make it look real. I stabbed the bag and you know the rest… Once I was in the Shadow company I had found a way to secretly commuting with M and gave them all the information they needed. Graves trusted me with everything and I was beside him all the time. When he was finally killed, I was… well… brought back to life.” You said.
“Wow…” Soap was in awe.
“Badass.” Has smirked.
“That's a hell of sacrifice you did there Y/l/n. If they had found out, you'd be for real dead.” Price told you.
“I know, but I was extremely careful.” You smiled at him.
“So you were out secret informer” Soap raised his eyebrow.
“Don't think so. I was providing some information to the MI5, I guess M was talking with Kate and then passing the info to you.” You bit your lip.
“So badass” Soap agreed with Gaz.
Suddenly, Ghost rose up from his seat and walked out of the bar leaving you speechless.
“You should go talk to him. He went through a lot after what happened.” Soap looked at you.
“Yeah, I remember…” You exhaled as you had flashbacks of when he wouldn't let you go as the paramedics were trying to take you away from him.
You got up and finally went outside to find him leaning against a tree in the far back.
“Simon…” You breathed out his name as you approached him.
He didn't respond, didn't even look at you for a second.
“Simon I'm really sorry…”
“Yeah, you said so. Now it all makes sense, the way you were repeating that you were sorry over and over again, the fact that there was no funeral… it all makes sense now.” He shook his head.
“I had no other choice. You have to believe me.” You tried to reason with him.
“Everyone has a choice Vox.” It took you aback as he used your code name and not the real one. He would never call you that when you weren't in the battlefield.
“Well I didn't.” You raised your voice having enough at this point and he finally looked at you shocked.
“You don't know how it is to work for the secret services Simon. They have no morals. They used my fucking family. They had promised me that they would provide them protection as long as I was away for the mission, but they had captured them and threatening to kill them all in the name of saving thousands of other lives. As much as I love you Simon, I love my family too. I might not be able to have a decent relationship with you anymore, but at least you and my family are alive.” You cried out as words kept spilling out of your mouth.
“You love me?” He interrupted you after a while.
“I… yes Simon, I love you more than anything.” You wiped your tears away as you saw him walking up to you.
“Is your family okay?” He asked once he stood in front of you.
“Yeah” you shook your head positively “they're fine.”
“Good.” He placed his arms around your waist pushing you closer to him, making you gasp at the gesture.
“Simon…” you looked up at him.
“What about the MI5?” He asked you.
“I'm out. I don't work for them anymore.” You bit your lip nervously, but he placed his thumb on top of your lower lip, freeing it.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You barely whispered.
“Good.”
What he did next was something that you never expected him to do. He lifted his mask, taking it off completely, revealing his beautiful face to you.
With your hands trembling, you placed them carefully on each side of his face.
“I love you Y/n.” He lowered his head, your lips only centimetres from each other.
“Please…” you pleaded.
“What do you want darling?” His lips brushed the crooner of yours softly.
“Kiss me.” Your eyes looked with his.
And he did so, finally connecting your lips in a so long awaited kiss. His soft once moving slowly on top of yours with so much care and love.
And that was just the beginning of a new chapter of both your lives.
Because you would leave a happy ever after, together and forever!
Y’all be simping for ghost when Alejandro is right there-
LOOK AT THIS MAN
gif by @clarke-mason
underrated af. bye.
if ze bad guy... zen why hot?? 🥵
jealous! Ghost, hehe
thank u for your request love 🥰🥰
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bets and jealousy- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
summary; a bet placed on your name, soldier after soldier hitting on you a very very jealous ghost.
warnings; angst, fluff, mature language, mentions of sex, violence, english is not my first language, unedited
words; 1.3k
a/n; sorry for the delay, but that time of the month decided to visit me again. i'll try to answer to the rest of the request during this week.
It all went down when one of the soldier tried to hit on you, then many others followed…
You and simon had been in a secret relationship for almost one year now and somehow now had caught on yet, even though you weren't being so subtle.
That became an issue when soldier after soldier tried to ask you out, but you were turned every single one down.
However, you were also unaware of the bet that had been placed on you; whoever gets the girl, gets 200 bucks.
So, of course, there was not a single man that hadn't approached you – apart from soap, price, gaz and graves.
As for simon, the whole situation was getting quite enough on his nerves. It was an understatement to say that he wanted to rip every single men’s tongue, that talked to you, out of their mouth. It wasn't the fact that he didn't trust you, because he did – he trusted you with his life. It was the fact that he didn't trust those men. I mean, why would he? He didn't know them, he had never spoken to them… they could've been spies, people that tried to approach you so to kill you and so on.
Simon was always quite, never being one to make a fuss about something, but that all didn’t matter anymore when he heard about the so called ‘bet’. He became feral. The feeling of jealousy always growing on him and now this… it was his turning point.
He approached you as you were talking – trying to kindly avoid the guy that was hitting on you at the moment.
When you saw Ghost walking towards you looking quite angry, even with his mask on, you knew that things where about to go down real bad.
“Sim—” you tried to stop him, but it was too late as he had already pounced on the guy in front of you.
He threw him on the floor and started punching his face as you were shocked enough to react in any way.
“Simon! What the fuck? Stop it!” You yelled more concern about the consequences that he would face than the guy getting the beating of his life.
“Someone come and stop them!” You motioned towards the soldier that were standing a few feet away from you, looking at the scene in pure delight.
“Hey!” You heard Price’s deep voice from behind you and sighed in relief.
“Hey, both of you! Get your asses up right away! It's an order! Ghost!” Price demanded as now both Soap and Gaz where trying to get Ghost off of the poor guy.
Poor? Nah, he deserved it, but still… it's Ghost!
“Hey man, chill out.” Gaz tried to calm him down.
“Is that what you're doing now huh?” He turned towards the soldiers behind him.
“Is this what you represent? Tell me?” He screamed at them with his heavy and scary voice.
“Placing bets over a woman because she doesn't pay you any attention? You all are a fucking pain in the ass, that's what you are! We are in the middle of a serious mission and that's all you are concerned about!” He ranted on and on.
Is that all he cared about? His men not focusing on the mission? Not the fact that they were all hitting on you? Many thought overwhelmed your brain as you felt quit hurt by his words.
“Ghost calm down.” Price tried to reason with him.
“He is just the beginning” he pointed towards the soldier on the ground “many will follow if this goes on any longer. Now focus on the mission and hope I don’t see you doing anything else.”
You felt like a fly getting hit by a car driving at 150 kilometres per hour. He didn't care about you, only the mission.
When everyone left, he turned to see you but you were already gone.
You had been ignoring him for one week now, only being typical with him and that made him confused. Why did you change so suddenly?
Every time he would try to have a confrontation with you, you would find any kind of excuse to leave or you would address to someone else.
As the two weeks stroke, Simon had had enough so he tried to confront you.
It was late and you had excused yourself to your room when you heard a knock on your door. However, when you opened it, you came face to face with none other than the Ghost himself. Before you could close the door on his face, he pushed you farther in the room and he closed the door behind him.
“Will you tell what is going on?” his voice sounding cold coming from behind his mask.
“Whatever you mean?” you crossed your arms on your chest.
“You know very well what i'm talking about princess.” You almost melted at the nickname.
“trust me I don—”
“why are you talking to me? you've been ignoring me for the past two weeks and it's annoying enough.” He cut you off.
“ohhh that” you rolled your eyes.
But he snapped. He grabbed you by the neck pinning you against the wall as his other hand found your hip and squeezed it firmly.
“don't play with me darling, because you've been a really bad girl lately and that doesn't help your current situation.” You could guess that he was smirk behind the skull.
The bastard…
“get your fucking threats and yourself out of my room. You have no right to be here.” He hissed at him.
“that's not what you were saying every night you were calling me over to fuck your brains out.” That left you speechless.
“well that belongs to the past, now get out.” Your eyes were burning holes through his.
“not until you tell me what’s going on.” he demanded.
“get your fucking hands off of me then” you said and he obeyed immediately, stepping back.
“I mean why do you even wanna know. You don’t care about me” you finally said.
“what? Where did you get that from?” he asked hurt.
“tai weeks ago when you beat that guy, I was stupid enough to think that you did it because you wanted to defend me, even though I’m quite capable of doing that myself, or even that you were jealous, but no. you did it because of your fucking mission. all you fucking care about is your mission, so why even bother with me? i decided to relieve you of myself.” you admitted.
The whole time he was looking at you, not moving an inch.
“who told you I wasn’t jealous?” he finally said.
“I didn’t need anyone to tell me that, I figured it out myself.” He took a step closer.
“I was burning.” He exclaimed “just the thought of those filthy men talking to you and even more the disgusting bet they had placed on your name was eating me alive, but what was I supposed to say ‘get your fucking hand off of my girlfriend’? I didn’t want to compromise you. You’ll get fired once they know we are together.” everything he was saying was making sense.
“i… I’m sorry.” You lowered your head.
Simon exhaled deeply and pulled off his mask, his eyes meeting you once again.
“hey… you don’t have to be sorry about anything. I should have talked to you. I’m sorry for not confronting you sooner.” He placed his hands on your cheeks and his forehead on top of yours.
“do you love me?” your own hands now found his, squeezing them softly.
“I love you more than anything else in this world.” he admitted.
“I love you too si” you said back and he smiled as he leaned further down placing his lips softly on yours.
please send me ur requests w ghost cause i'm running out of ideas !!!🥰
(also i have uni and an upcoming exam so pls bare w me)
gone- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
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fandom; call of duty
summary; after a fight and a huge revelation he felt betrayed while you were lost.
warnings; angst, mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, sex trafficking, mentions of rape, violence, blood, death, mentions of torture, english is not my first language
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Scared, cold, lonely, abandoned and betrayed was how you were feeling for the past -four years was it? Really, you had lost count of how long you were being held in this dark cell, since the last day you had seen the sun shining for the last time and were exposed to it, feeling its warm rays on your skin.
You had been abducted from your own house, while asleep, leaving behind a -possibly confused and hurt- husband.
It had happened on a summer night, after your husband, Simon Riley, had told that he was off to yet another mission. Then a huge fight followed, the loud sound of the front door closing and tears spilling from your eyes.
Your brain ached replaying the events of that night…
*
“we both agreed on that y/n!” simon huffed frustrated.
“well it happened one way or another. You can't control everything simon, we managed to prevent it for so many years, but here we are now.” You explained.
“and whose fault is that?” he raised his eyebrows.
“are you accusing me of something, simon?” you felt hurt, being accused by the very man that you so much loved for such thing.
“you're the one that's pregnant y/n!” he looked sternly at you.
“are you being serious right now? i'm on birth control for all these years, you know that doesn't always work!” you raised your voice at him.
“then you should have taken a better precaution.” Your mouth fell open at his statement.
“do you thing i'm some kind of dog that you can sterilise? Are you taking me for some kind of a fucking animal? And to your knowledge, it takes two to the tango, it's equally your fault too.” You were screaming at this point.
“that's not what I meant y/n” he sighed “look, i'm not mad—”
“clearly” you said sarcastically.
“I get that it's human and I couldn't hold you back from having a child, but i'm not suitable for a father y/n” he looked at you with sad eyes making your expression soften “i don't know how to be one. the only thing I got from mine was pain and suffering, nothing else and i'm not going to pass that on my own kid.”
“simon…” he raised his hand stopping you.
“i'm not going to tell you what to do with it y/n, that is your decision to make, but if you eventually decide to keep it, I don't thing that i'll be able to be there for both of you. i'm sorry.” He finally said.
Tears had gathered in your eyes by this point. You would have never fathom that you would have this kind of conversation with the man you loved. He was making you choose between him and your child, a cruel thing to do even for a man like him.
“I can't do that simon, I can't chose between you and our baby.” Tears were rolling down your eyes now.
“I won't press you into anything y/n, I guess i'll have my answer when i'll come back from this mission.” He wasn't even looking at you anymore, finding the floor quite interesting as it seemed to be.
“sim—” you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he walked out of your house, closing loudly the door behind him.
*
The thought of him coming back and not finding at your shared house, pained you to the core. The fact that you wouldn't even leave, for you had already chosen him. The man that you loved and still do. You knew that once he came back home and didn't find you there he broke once again. You were the only thing that he had left, the only thing that kept him going – as he had told you multiple times. You weren't able to control your tears at the thought of hurting simon. You would never, ever leave him, for nothing in this world.
Now you were trapped in this hell hole being passed from one man to another and of course with no baby.
As you realised with the time passing, you were being apart of a sex trafficking circle.
No one of them was aware of the fact that you were pregnant, but you soon lost your baby by all the beating and mistreatment you went through.
You had suffered so much all those past years, the only thing keeping you sane were the memories of all the good moments you had with simon. From the moment you met, to him proposing, to your wedding day and even your last encounter.
You were doing anything in your power to keep yourself going, while you constantly smelled of blood, sweat and other men. They had broken you to the last piece. Sometimes you were feeling completely nothing, the void taking over you.
The first few months you were patiently waiting for Simon to burst into those cages and free you, but obviously that never happened.
Until one day, four and a half years later.
You were laying on the floor of your cell, not responding anymore. The men in charge of you tried to make you react in some type of way; by beating you up, torturing you, raping you etc. But nothing worked. You had fallen in a mental coma. You couldn't feel anything anymore, both physically and emotionally.
You didn't even notice the huge blast that came from the main hall, not even the two strong arms that lifted you off the ground. You couldn't process what was happening, you hadn't even realised that you were just saved.
But it was too late…
You sanity was long gone. You would probably spend the rest of your life in a mental hospital, the last hope of seeing Simon, gone forever.
The man holding you, placed you down laying on your back while he said something that you couldn't bring yourself to understand.
“Okay sweetheart, you're going to sleep for a bit now so we can examine you.” You saw a woman smiling down at you while holding a syringe in her hands, before the darkness ,that you had been so used to, took over you once again.
When you woke up hours later, you tried to take in your surroundings. Not recognising where you were and noticing all the weird stuff on your arms, you took them off violently - causing yourself to bleed, while trying to sit up.
You were feeling dizzy and had the urge to vomit, but managed to get out of the room, immediately seeing the long hall way and the door at the end of it. You started running as if some one was chasing you down.
Your feet started giving up from under you while loud voices were coming from behind you. Right before you collapsed, two strong and firm arms wrapped themselves around you bringing you down and laying you softly on your back.
You looked up and saw a scary mask of a skull and those eyes. They reminded you of something, made you feel at easy while a warm feeling surrounded you. You couldn't believe that you were looking at them again, no you had to be dreaming. This couldn't be!
“y/n…” his harsh voice echoed in your ears, your body falling back into that mental coma.
“s…si…” you couldn't even voice his name anymore. It all felt too surreal.
“it's okay love, I got you now. No one's going to hurt you anymore.” He brought you closer to his body and hugged you.
“i… I lo… lost it…” your voice too weak, you didn't even know if he heard you.
But he did. His eyes locked with yours, a sad expression written on them.
“i'm sorry…” he whispered not being able to look at you anymore.
“I never… left you. I would never do that... i had chosen you, Simon. They took me.” Pain was the only thing you were feeling.
He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Yes, he thought that you had chosen your baby over him, but he was leaving at ease thinking you were both safe somewhere on this planet. Yet he was so wrong…
Instead, you were being tortured to death, while your baby was long gone.
“simon…” you sobbed.
“shh it's okay love, we'll get through that.” He stroked softly your cheek with his thumb.
“I don't think I can—” he cut you off.
“no!” he said sternly “don't you dare think like that. you'll be alright. i'll help you through it. i'll be there every second of it. Please, don't leave me. Not now that I got you back.” His voice was barely heard and your heart broke at the sound of it.
You had broken again the man that once you had put back piece by piece. Your simon was long gone, replaced by a broken man that had lost both his wife and baby.
“now that I have you again, I don't know how to exist in a world without you. I don't think I'll be able to handle losing you again.” He said.
You wanted to touch him, comfort him, but your body wouldn't let you. You couldn't move.
“i…” your vision started getting blurry, your eyes rolling back.
“no! no!” he screamed “y/n keep your eyes open. Please, please don't leave me, please.” You could briefly make out by the sound of him that he was trying to hide the fact that he was crying.
“please…”
“I love… you…” a last tear rolled down on your cheek as you left your husband behind for good this time.
“NOOOOOO!!”
From that day on, Simon was never the same. He wouldn't speak to anyone, building up his walls once again. He became a cruel killing machine, not caring if he died anymore. At least he would be reunited with you again.
‘Till death do us part’, was what you had said to each other, on the happiest day of your lives, thinking that you would have a long life ahead of you, while he thought that he could finally be happy forever, all his trauma being redeemed.
But that lasted for five years…
Now Simon had no purpose, no reason to keep breathing, taking his anger out on the battlefield.
Till he'll be reunited with you once again, for good this time.
lonely- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader
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fandom; call of duty
summary; after simon had left for his next mission, you were faced with the biggest challenge of your life and you had to get through that all by yourself.
warnings; angst, pregnancy, fluff, mentions of death, english is not my first language
words; idk 🤷🏻♀️
a/n; this idea was stuck into my brain since last week and once i couldn't find anything similar to it anywhere to read, i decided to write it myself. also you can send me your requests!!
a/n2; f1 fans please don't come after me i know you're expecting the 2nd part of the story with lewis but i have no motivation to write it😭i'll do it some time, but i don't know when. uni has been draining me out so much.
"please take care of yourself " was the last thing you told simon -your husband - before he left for yet another mission.
now it had been 12 months and there was no sign of him. however, a lot had happened in the past year, but most importantly you had given birth to a beautiful baby girl -all by yourself.
when you had found out that you were expecting, simon was long gone and you had no way to communicate with him. the only thing that you could do was to get through this pregnancy all alone. thank god that maternity leave was a thing, otherwise you had no idea how you could manage having a baby all by yourself.
whatsoever, you couldn't be mad at your husband as a matter of fact that you had found out about your pregnancy only one week after he had left, while the guilt was everyday eating you alive.
you had no idea how he would react though. you were aware of his past and how his father had treated him.
simon is a lovely human being... towards you. he's a sweet, loving and caring husband and you are absolutely sure that he will make a great father.
you had went through a lot during your pregnancy and you could admit that it wasn't an easy one; mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, back pain etc.
the worst part of it all was when you went into labour. you had spent hours and hours trying to bring the little bundle of joy, that you and the love of your life had created together, into this world.
and after many hours of pain and screaming you were finally holding your baby girl in your arms. the first thing that you had noticed about her were her eyes -same as her father's- and that made your eyes well up with tears.
now it had been almost 4 months since you had given birth and the constant stress of taking care of a baby by yourself had tore you apart both physically and emotionally. you were barely sleeping, you had lost your appetite and were actually a walking wreck.
some nights you would spend them in your bed crying yourself to sleep, wishing your husband was here to help you out.
currently, you were taking a shower as you heard your daughter crying. sighing deeply, you got out and wrapped a towel around you as you made your way to the nursery.
you took her in your arms and sat down on the rocking chair, lowering your towel and starting feeding her. once she was fed, you put her back to sleep and went into your room, changing quickly and laying on your bed.
you brought both your arms over your eyes in an attempt to block out any kind of light source and bit on your bottom lip trying not to cry, again.
as your mind wander in different places, you didn't hear the front door opening and closing as well as the heavy footsteps on the staircase.
you only raised your head as you saw your bedroom door opening, revealing your husband.
immediately, you were flooded by many different emotions as you jumped up from the bed and attacked him in a -suffocating- hug.
simon chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms protectively around you and kissed the top of your head.
"i can't believe that you're back." you pulled away for a moment "you're actually back." you embraced him again not having noticed the tears that were spilling from your eyes.
"i'm sorry it took me too long my love" he mumbled on top of your head as he squished you in his arms.
"i missed you" you lifted your head up, looking at him.
"i missed you y/n" he leaned down and slowly brought his lips on top of yours kissing you softly and yet so loving.
sooner or later, however, you broke away as you looked up at him with a huge smile.
"i have to show you something" you said excited and grabbed his hand, leading him out of your bedroom and across the hall way.
you glanced at him anxiously as you slowly opened the door of your baby's room. you turned on the lights and guided simon inside.
you were looking carefully at him as his expression changed from a curious one to a shocked.
"love..." he exclaimed as he turned to look at you while his bottom lip was trembling.
"i found out one week after you left. i had no way to tell you, simon, i'm so sorry" the guilt took over you.
"shh it's okay." he wrapped his arms once again around you as you sobbed into his chest.
"i just... it was awful, simon. first the guilt that there was a way to tell you, but i was too stupid to think about it and second all the pain, the emotions, everything... i just feel so... useless." you cried out.
"hey" he grabbed both your cheeks and looked you in the eye "you're the strongest woman i've ever known in my entire life, y/n. not only for going through a pregnancy and labour by yourself, but also for being able to get through that with being aware of a chance of me never coming back again and yet you got enough courage and look where that brought you love."
it was true. every time he would go on a new mission, the curiosity of his well being would kill you. every single day you were checking you mail for a letter that would be proclaiming your husband dead.
"i love you so much simon" you raised on your tiptoes and buried your face into the crook of his neck.
"i love you more sweetheart." he lifted your head once again and kissed you softly.
you were so grateful for the feeling of his warm, soft lips against yours, kissing them with so much love and care. every single time you would be in his radar, this man would worship the ground you were walking on.
finally, you pulled away with a small smile.
"come on" you guided him towards the crib where the newborn baby was sleeping in soundly.
carefully, you picked her up in your arms and turned towards simon that was looking at his daughter as if she was the most precious thing on earth.
"do you want to hold her?" you suggested.
"i... i don't know how" he admitted and you kissed his cheek smiling.
"that's why i'm here for. i'll show you how." you said and just like that you handed the small baby over to your husband that was feeling as if he was holding the most fragile thing in the world.
"she's... so small." he stroked lightly her rosy cheek with his thump.
what took you aback was that her little hand enveloped his pinky finger, holding it firmly. you gasped and his breath hitched in his throat.
"wow she didn't even do that to me. only knowing you for a few minutes and she's already a daddy's girl." you complained jokingly placing your hands on your hips.
"really doubt that. there's no one better than you." he kissed your forehead and your face broke into a huge smile as you wrapped your arms around your husband, admiring the way your daughter was rested in her father's chest, not really believing that you had finally built a family with the man you loved most in the entire world.
at that moment, you couldn't be more happy.
