#ghost thirst

ᥫ᭡. WARNINGS: not edited. suggestive. mentions of war and ldr. strong language. established relationship. ᥫ᭡. NOTE: i've gotten quite a few "reunited lover" thirsts, so get used to this scenario. ᥫ᭡. wanna thirst? check out my 300 FOLLOWER EVENT !

you awoke abruptly to a sound that could only be described as nostalgic. boots hitting the hardwood in the foyer paired with the far-away clink of clashing keys and muffled curses pulled you out of bed and led you to the front door.

"holy shit," you muttered, smiling with vigor as you ran the short distance to him. "simon," you shrieked his name. you'd waited months to see him since he got deployed again. sleepless nights and late letters to your faraway, war-burdened lover were finally to a temporary halt, and your house was finally a home now.

your eyes stung with the familiar sensation of tears, but you tried your hardest to bite them back.

"missed you, baby," he muttered into your hair, eyebrow furrowed and smile evident. "missed you so much."

you looked up at him and kissed him hard, noticing new hard lines around his eyes. he really needed a career change. "i missed you more," you muttered back, chasing it with a breathy "i missed your lips."

he laughed breathlessly. "everything was okay when i was gone? nothing weird or bad happen?"

you nodded. "only weird, out-of-place thing was the lack of my boyfriend," you jested, kissing him again.

"i'm home now," he shrugged, smirk playing at his lips. "all yours, just the way you like it."

"is that so?" you retorted, reaching for his hand which he grabbed earnestly. "maybe we should make up for some lost time then."

"and how do you suggest we do that?" his eyebrow quirked. you were used to ghost asking you to spell out what you wanted, but you couldn't help the way your eyes rolled.

"save it for the bedroom," you bubbled out a laugh, walking down the corridor. you'd practiced the path to your room a multitude of times, but something about having your boyfriend in-hand made your steps falter with uncertainty. he exhaled a laugh in response.

I finally re did this

COD GHOST

i should honestly make it a series since i’ve written multiple that are all kinda connected but i’m lazy

warnings: dry humping, a tiny bit of praise, if you squint.

Sweat dripped down your body as you stood in the middle of the empty training room. You had been in there for a little over an hour. Your knuckles were now bloody, and your legs were probably covered in bruises. It was a little past two A.M., and you couldn't fall asleep, opting to train until your body finally gave in.

In a few hours, you'd be introduced to the members of 141. You were nervous. It was your first time being paired with the special operation group.

You were officially a sniper, one of the top five in your country to be exact. But now, you were being asked to go undercover for a mission to seduce a drug lord until the 141 were ready to collect you and kill him.

A lot was running through your mind, and all you could do was take your anger out on the sack of sand before you. Kicking and punching every ounce of anxiety away.

You were lost so deeply in a trance that you ended up not noticing the man who now stood behind you. You jumped a little at his tap on your shoulder.

The first thing you noticed was his chest. Not because you are drawn to them but because of his ridiculously tall frame. His eyes were the next thing to catch your attention, as they were the only thing that you could see at this moment. You knew who it was immediately.

“Ghost?” You were a little surprised to see him so early in the morning.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He questioned, causing you to scoff a little since he was just as awake as you.

“Are you my superior?” You responded, turning back to the punching bag in front of you.

“No, but I bet I outrank you.” You could practically see the smirk on his face from the tone he was speaking in.

“Oh, I bet.” You said in a sarcastic tone.

Turning your attention back to the object in front of you, you raised your leg to strike at the bag once more, but before you could kick, the man behind you grabbed your leg, pulling it to him as he reached out for his hand to your shoulder pushing you down. Causing your back to meet the ground with a loud thud.

“How mature of you.” You while letting out a large huff looking up at him in annoyance.

“Hilarious coming from you, Y/N.” he quipped back.

“It’s Rogue.” You corrected him.

“They finally gave you an alias, huh?”

“I've had it for quite some time now. You were just off on many different missions, Riley. A lot has changed. Since we first met.”

He lowered his mouth to your ear, whispering the words, “I can tell.” You were at a loss for words.

He was the man you met when you were a rookie sniper on a mission in Dubai. You had been reckless and a little too confident despite it being your second official mission. Long story short, You and Ghost were in hiding for a few days for the death of a widely known senator as you waited for the government to settle things.

You had an okay relationship with him, not particularly good, but it wasn't exactly bad either. You barely ever saw him now, not after you began to rise in skill and rank. You were both off doing solo and group missions. Though it has only happened two or three times you've ever had this awful habit of fucking him whenever you were in close proximity for more than 15 minutes.

The annoyance that flowed through you distracted you from realizing the promiscuous position that the two of you were now in. He was on his knees in between your legs, one of his hands resting on your upper thigh, holding it in place around his waist, while his other hand rested beside your neck.

You tried wriggling out of his hold, but it was pointless. All it did was cause him to press more of his body weight onto you. If you decided to struggle anymore, you'd just end up dry-humping him.

“I thought you had gotten better at this.” He chuckled above you, leaning in a little.

“You caught me off guard.” You retorted with speed.

“You should always be aware of the people around you.” His eyes squinted a little. You felt his weight press down a little more. It almost felt like he was trying to grind on you.

“I was aware of you, I just didn't think you'd try to tackle me.” You said a little breathlessly. Gasping at the feeling of his semi-hard length pressing into you.

“Don't see me as a threat?” He teased.

“No, you are far too weak.” You smirked a little as you heard him scoff. He stared at you for a few seconds before deciding to speak.

“You look good, Rogue.” He took his time saying your new name. Staring deeply into your eyes.

“I wish I could say the same but...” You joked at his mask.

“You should be a comedian.” He said in a monotone voice.

The tension between you felt too intense, as his face was now a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel the fabric of his mask graze your skin ever so slightly. Taking this opportunity, you slid to the side a little. You tightened your legs around the man, using all your power to flip him over.You were now on top of him. Resting right above his crotch. You had him pinned.

“You should be more aware.” Your eyes shined as you smiled down at him.

Simon slowly sat up, making you to now be face-to-face with him as you straddled his lap. His hand slowly raised to each side of your waist. Your face fell in shock as he began to rock you over his dick.

Your mind went blank as you felt the pressure of his dick sliding against your cunt. He rested his head on your shoulder. Groaning little at the feeling you moving on him. He uttered praises into your neck.

“Well done.” Was the most coherent thing he had said, since he started rocking into you.

Was this a dream?

Where you losing your mind?

Had he lost his mind?

Whatever it didn't matter.

You would say something in return, but you were starting to feel your sanity slip away as his hard-on started to rub harder against your clothed cunt.

Ghost

On my knees, Papa

Ghost - COD

kinda like a prequel to the other trilogy.

He is such a lil cutie 🥰

READER IS IN EARLY 20s

UNEDITED

Warnings: smut, oral, vaginal penetration, cum eating, overstimulation, mentions of breeding.

“Four days.” You mumbled to yourself as you sat on a dusty couch.

“What?”

“It’s been FOUR FUCKING DAYS, GHOST!” Your temper was at an all-time high while your patience was at its lowest.

“And who’s fault is that?” Ghost retorted with a little scoff. “I told them not to let a rookie come on the team. I told them.”

“I graduated with the title top sniper and best combatant!” You exclaimed, your voice strained from all the shouting and running you had been doing for the past three days.

You, Ghost, and three other soldiers had gone on a special assassination mission. It was your second outing as a professional but your first out-of-country one.

“And yet here we are, in hiding, because YOU shot a senator. We just have to wait it out until the government can pull us out inconspicuously.” He huffed at you.

“Look, I know I messed up, and I am sorry. I’m just frustrated. After years of being the best at school... I mean— It’s just—” You struggled to find the words to describe how it felt to fail this badly.

“Different on the field.” He finished your sentence.

“Yeah, I never expected it to go like that,” you responded, sitting up a little to face Ghost, who was sitting on the floor.

“Hey, everyone’s first kill is different, and it can leave a mark. Hell, you should have seen Price on his first kill.” His eyes were dark as if he was replaying a bad memory.

“I just wanna stop thinking about everything right now.” You whispered to yourself, eyes fogging up.

“I can help you if you want..” You heard him say lowly.

“And how exactly would you do that?” You questioned.

Your eyebrows raised in shock when you watched the 6’3 man rise from his position on the floor. He was now on his knees right between your legs. As he tugged on your pants, he held eye contact with you. Waiting for you to send him a sign, a signal to stop.

You didn't give him one. Instead, you helped pull your pants off, spreading your legs more. You felt his calloused fingers graze over your skin. He moved slowly, applying squeezes as he got closer and closer to the one place you wanted to touch.

Ghost suddenly pinched your clothed clit before giving your cunt a slight slap. Making you mewl and whine at the feeling. Watching as Ghost began to lift his mask. Just a little over his mouth. He stopped moving as he stared up at you.

“Can I?” That is all he asked. Despite his voice being deep and gruff, you could hear a little hint of neediness as he awaited your response.

“Yes, fuck, please.” You said, impatiently begging for him to give you some kind of reprieve.

As soon as he had the okay to continue you felt his teeth sink into your thigh, causing you to let out a loud moan. He pulled away from your legs to look at you once more.

“Shhh, Y/N. you have to be quiet. What will we do if we get discovered, hm?” he mocked you a little.

He had found his place once again between your thighs, licking over the spot at which he had just bitten. Making you whine into your hand as you tried to keep your sounds to a minimum. Now he had brought his teeth to your clothed pussy, his nose grazing the fabric that blocked him from you.

He bit onto the side of your panties, his hands cusping your ass, raising you off the couch so that he was able to remove your underwear with ease. It should be criminal how wet you got just from the sight of him pulling your undergarments off with his teeth.

You couldn't stop yourself in time from gasping loudly when you finally felt his mouth latch onto you. Ghost rolled his eyes at you before pulling away once more.

“Why can't you listen to instructions? Hm?” He brought your panties to your mouth, shoving them deep within your mouth to mute your sounds.

His tongue flicked and licked at your bud as his hands moved to your thighs, throwing them over his shoulder as he pressed his face deeper and deeper. It was as if he were a starved man. He ate you out with desperation. Whining and groaning along with you every time your thighs squeezed at his head.

You were deeply out of it as you struggled to keep your composure. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over. Eyelids fluttering every time he nipped at your bud. Your moans, though muffled by your underwear, were still loud enough for Ghost to know he was doing everything right and more.

You tapped at his shoulder to indicate that you were reaching your high. Your flushed cheeks were now stained with tears of pleasure.

“Are you close, baby?” Ghost smirked between your legs. His pace had slowed down now, only giving you kitten licks.

You nodded aggressively, begging he'd let you finish. Your whole body convulsed as you felt his fingers working their way into you with such a relentless force in a come here motion. Ghost’s eyes stayed on you the entire time, making sure not to miss you falling apart on him.

His eyes bore into yours as he watched you moan out an incoherent pronunciation of his name. You watched as he stood up slowly, his eyes low and full of lust. You were too out of it to realize that he had dragged your thighs to his waist and pulled his hardened length out of his pants. You only really noticed as you began to feel him prod at your entrance.

You clawed at his clothed chest as you felt him enter you. He was too big. He was too long. You were feeling yourself become overstimulated as he began to thrust. His pace was relentless as he rut into you. His hands gripped onto your thighs with such a painful force that you knew they would leave marks. Ghost held you in a mating press. His eyes only focused on the spot where the two of you were connected.

He was pussy drunk. Drool started to drip down your mouth as you watched him in his orgasmic daze. He looked to only be chasing his high as he fucked you like a cock sleeve.

Your moans, still muffled by your panties, fueled the man even more. His pace was relentless as he whined and moaned each time you squeezed down especially hard on him.

You felt yourself cum for the second time, this orgasm stronger than the last. The pressure felt so strong as you squirted on the man who was still fucking you like an animal. Your mind was gone. Ghost breathlessly chuckled as he watched you go dumb from being fucked. But his amusement didn't last long, as he felt his climax sneak up on him. To prevent being loud, he bit into your shoulder, muting his whiney moans to the best of his ability, making you moan once more at the pain.

COD GHOST my lil baby girl

this is kinda like a lazy pt 2 to the Dubai one I wrote.

Ghost and reader are safe in a military base and are now getting ready to go there separate ways.

UNEDITED AND NOT PROOF CHECKED

Warnings: Smut, Oral, m receiving, dry humping if you squint.

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“Fucking hell.” Ghost would whimper out lowly, bringing his large hand to your thigh as you finished cleaning a cut on his upper arm.

“Stay still, Riley.” You said, eyebrows furrowed in focus as you continued cleaning.

You sat next to him in an empty tent. You had just gotten back from your failed mission in Dubai. You and Ghost hadn’t talked about what had taken place at the abandoned furniture store since you had been rescued.

You had offered to clean and change his wound before you, and he went your separate ways. The air was thick and full of tension, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as his hand squeezed at your thigh each time he felt too much pain.

“You almost done?” He’d asked with a groan.

“Yes, I am almost done. But you know, I would have finished sooner if you had just stayed still.”

“Where have I heard that before.” He scoffed a little.

“Don’t be gross.” Once you had just finished applying the bandage, you gave the man a gentle squeeze on his arm, watching as his eyes shut in pain. You smirked a little at the sound of a faint moan. “I didn't take you for the masochist type.”

“Shut up.” His voice came off in a warning manner.

“Since you've been in a lot of pain, how bout I help you out? Hm?” Dropping to your knees, you flashed a toothy grin his way.

“Just make it quick, okay? I have to leave soon, and I don't need people asking about me fucking the rookie.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

His eyes, the only indicator of his emotions, bore into yours as you slowly pulled his semi-hard length out of his pants. Pulling it slowly once or twice before spitting it down onto him.

You felt his thighs twitch and flex as you finally put your mouth to work. You gave him a lick from base to tip, following the outline of a particularly prominent vein that ran along the side of his dick. You watched in complete arousal as he let out a loud whine, his head falling back in pleasure, making you want to tease him just a little more.

“Be quiet. You don't wanna get caught, do you?” giving a teasing bite to his tip. Not at all with force. Just enough pressure to call his attention to you.

Ghost's hand flung to his mouth as he attempted to muffle a particularly loud moan that came over him as you finally took him in your mouth fully.

“Please.” He whispered out; you weren't sure what exactly he was begging for, but either way, it did something to you. You could feel yourself clenching over nothing. Your body was yearning for his touch, and all because you were giving him a simple blowjob.

You kept at it, sucking and licking all over his erect dick, raising your hands to cup and squeeze his balls. All the while you practically humped the air, hoping that the tightness of your pants would provide you with enough friction to keep you satisfied.

Simon’s hand was now placed and the back of your head. Guiding you along his length as he began to thrust up into your mouth. You did your best not to choke as he began to fuck your mouth sporadically.

“Swallow it all. I don’t want to have to clean up the mess.” He grunted as you struggled to breathe. You felt your vision become blurred with tears as you swallowed every last drop of his thick cum.