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Recently learned that the color of the vest and tie Arthur wears during the Saint Denis ferry gambling mission changes depending on if you have high or low honor (blue for high and red for low) so now i am obsessed with the idea that the prominence of the colors red and blue on certain gang member’s outfit also reflects their honor level.

Whittemore variants versus Arthur’s default outfit, which doesn’t have a scrap of red on it, however no matter what his blue shirt is always fucking dirty and stained. And remember the gang criticizes you if you have blood all over you.

Hosea wears the blue vest (sometimes brown) but he generally has his red neckerchief on, but he also owns a red and black scarf. Mostly good but a little bit of bad.

Red is prominently featured on Micah. His entire shirt is red and he’s usually wearing his jacket like he’s disguising his nature. Even the the grips on his guns have red. And when you rescue him from Strawberry he does not have his coat.

Dutch is the most interesting to me. He has the checkered red scarf which he rarely wears and the red pocket square over his heart. Only the back of his vest is red, like he’s in denial about it, or that it’s only possible to see who he is when he isn’t facing you and putting on a show. Meanwhile on guarma his vest is suddenly reversed!

EDIT: addition

When Hosea is killed he is wearing a completely different outfit with a blue vest and absolutely no red, and both Milton and Dutch are covered in red!

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The Fine Art of Knot Tying III

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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Finally, Arthur has a hands-on lesson with you as the example.

“Y-you don’t have to do this-” you pant with a hint of nervousness in your tone as you pull against the rope knotted tightly at your wrists. There’s no use. The knot is foolproof - of course it is. 

Your knuckles smack against the brass bed frame, and your wrists are tied overhead, leaving you completely vulnerable and unable to defend yourself.

“Told ya this lesson would be a bit more advanced.”

The outlaw looms over the bed, all six feet of him, amused as you struggle against the bindings. Taking his hat off of his head, he places it on the bedside table before running his hand through his hair to ruffle it.

“A-Arthur, I think I get it-” you stutter, sprawled out on the bed in this hotel room, above a rowdy saloon in Saint Denis. The Bastille it is not, but you’re starting to realize why Arthur chose this one.

The raucous music and drinking below made it so that no one would hear nor care about noises of the lovemakin’ kind coming from your room.

Though with your wrists bound tightly to the bedframe, and the gleam in Arthur’s eyes, you questioned the idea of lovemaking as compared to something much less wholesome.

“Naw, darlin’. You need a full lesson.”

His large, rough hand grabs one of your knees, forcing it down to the bed as your other one follows dutifully, spreading your legs open as you audibly swallow.

Arthur works his way downward as he sits on the mattress next to you, pressing down your legs until he reaches your ankles, reaching for your boots and untying them before working them gently from your feet. Almost sweetly.

That sweetness, however, doesn’t last as he looks up at you with that wicked twinkle in his eye before gathering your skirts and slowly pulling them upward - past your knees and where your stockings end, past your thighs and the hem of your drawers, letting them pile at your waist.

Your stockings are pulled from your legs before he grabs one of your ankles to bring it up to his level. Your breath hitches as you feel him press his lips and suck at the skin above your ankle, his eyes not breaking their gaze with yours. You feel like a lamb before the slaughter, that the man working his way up your leg is going to devour you whole, the wolf that he is.

Arthur suckles, nips, and kisses his way up your leg, your calf to your knee to your thigh before grasping at the lace trim of your bloomers.

He pulls, and you shift your hips upward to assist, completely at his mercy as the cotton is worked down your legs and tossed to the floor, baring your cunt to him, already glistening with arousal. He gives a satisfied smirk, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

Arthur leans over you and begins to unbutton the first few buttons of your blouse, pulling your shirt apart and exposing the lace neckline of your chemise. 

You pull on the rope again but know it's a futile effort as he chuckles in that warm, low register of his. 

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetheart.” Arthur grins the same way he does when he’s robbing people, “You’re mine to do whatever I want with for the night.”

With that, he yanks down the neckline of your chemise, and you yelp at the sudden rush of air against your breasts as your captor laughs under his breath.

The outlaw trails his lips down your neck, your décolletage, to the swell of your breasts, taking them in hand and groping at them gently as he sucks on your pebbled nipples, switching between them so as not to neglect one or the other. You squeeze your eyes shut against the feeling, overwhelming to the point of making you whimper. 

Arthur pulls back, and you hear the rustling of clothing as you keep your eyes shut, trying to wind yourself down before giving in and lifting your head from the pillow to look at him.

He’s stripped himself down to his union suit before he moves back onto the bed and forces your knees apart, looming over you like that wolf ready to devour its meal. You make an undignified squeak as he climbs atop you, settling his hips in the cradle of yours as he places his elbows on either side of your shoulders, pressing himself against you fully. You feel the swell of him against your bared cunt, and moan aloud as he makes his arousal well known to you before pulling back. You whine in disappointment before he tuts at you, readjusting himself to dip his head down to your cunt.

One long, slow lick up the seam of your body makes you keen, jerking against your bindings as he blows cool breath on your cunt. Your legs try to snap shut, but his broad shoulders keep them apart as he leans in again, pressing his tongue between your folds, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as he slides within your opening. You’re at his mercy, writhing near uncontrollably as he laps at you like a meal. You come with his tongue pressed inside your cunt, his breath hot between your legs.

“Christ, god - please-”  You gasp, overstimulation coursing over you in waves, “Arthur - I can’t -”

He gives another long lick to your cunt before placing his chin lightly on your pubic bone. Like a cat who's gotten the cream, he smirks as you crane your neck to see him. Your arousal drenches his beard.

“Can’t what, sweetheart? Keep comin’? I think you can.”

“Arthur, please-”

He wipes some of the moisture from his beard as he climbs up your body, over the layers of cotton shielding… not much of you, over your spit-slicked nipples, until he holds himself over you, eye to eye.

The outlaw leans down and kisses you, lowering his hips against yours, and begins to rut himself along the seam of your body as he presses his tongue into your mouth. The rough cotton of his union suit quickly becomes wet as his hard cock presses between your folds, and you moan, deep and desperate, into his mouth.

He pulls away from you, and out of sheer need, you raise your head to follow him upward, held back by your bound arms. A desperate noise of frustration escapes you, much to his amusement.

“Thinkin’ you do want to come again.” He chuckles as he sits back on his haunches, reaching for the buttons of his union suit, and your gaze moves down to where his cock strains against the fabric, a large wet stain gracing his crotch.

“A-Arthur-” You throw your head back on the pillow and your legs spread wider around him seemingly of their own volition.

Over the wild pounding of your heart in your chest, you can hear him pull his union suit from his frame, tossing it to the ground as he settles himself between your legs again. You raise your head again to see him sitting on his haunches, gloriously naked, one hand pumping his cock.

He laughs, the bastard, and releases himself to grab your hips and raise them over his legs, fingers digging into your thighs playfully before he sits up on his knees and hooks your own over his shoulders.

As he leans down over you, bending you in half, you feel the hot head of his cock press against the rim of your cunt, and it slips the barest bit inside as he settles his forearms on either side of your shoulders.

You groan with the stretch, you always do, his cock is a reflection of his stature, and he hums a gentle tone, shushing your cry, as he presses himself inside you, inch by inch. By the time his hips press against your own, you’re panting, near hyperventilating, so goddamned overstimulated that the mere presence of him inside you makes you shudder and come, pulling against the ties that suspend your arms above your head as you cry out.

“Jesus Christ, woman-” Arthur grunts through gritted teeth as you convulse around him, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of your head.

As you come down from your high, he begins to roll his hips, his cock dragging against the walls of your channel as he shows you no mercy, thrusting back into you with the force of a man on a mission.

You scream into the hotel room before he has the wherewithal to slap a hand over your mouth.

“You tryin’ to get us jailed?” He hisses at you, and you are unable to respond as he continues to thrust his hips, groaning against his hand as you can barely keep your eyes open.

The rhythmic sound of wet skin slapping wet skin overtakes the room as he holds his hand over your mouth, gritting his teeth against the sweet clutch of you on his shaft.

You’re floating, unable to feel your toes as he pounds into your hips. Each thrust of his cock sends you reeling, your cunt near overflowing with arousal, smeared along the backs of your thighs and all over his pelvis. Tears overflow down your cheeks as you feel like lightning bursts from your core, having come so many times.

He slows down, gyrating his hips into yours as he pants, pulling your legs down from his shoulders and letting them fall open on either side of his hips. His crystalline eyes pause when he sees your face, the streaks of moisture down your cheeks.

“Shit - darlin’, I didn’t-” Concern takes over his features as he stops his hips’ movements, one hand reaching to the knot holding your wrists to the bed frame, “Damnit- I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You’re too fucked out to say anything in response at the moment, but as he pulls at the knot and it loosens enough to fall away, your hands immediately pull away from their shackles and you wrap your arms around his neck in an embrace. Your shaking legs raise just enough to cross over his back, pulling him closer to you as he gives a surprised grunt.

“Finish in me,” you command, the firmest your voice has been all night. 

For the first time this evening, you are in control, without a rope or anything to hold him down. Even with his strength and size, he is unable to do anything but acquiesce to your demand. He buries his face into your neck as he snaps his pelvis into yours, heaving thrusts that leave him teetering on the edge of pleasure.

One final roll of his hips, grinding you down into the mattress, and he groans, pulling away from your neck and squeezing his eyes shut as the string in his gut snaps. You mewl as you watch pleasure take over his face. His cock pulses as he spills himself inside you, moaning unencumbered as you clutch at him desperately.

He pants as he pushes himself up to keep most of his weight off of you, one of his hands brushing your hair back off your forehead as you slowly let your legs down from over his hips.

Your hands sweep over his upper back as a satisfied smile plasters itself across your face. Keeping him sheathed within you, you press your lips against his cheek before letting out a satiated breath.

“Mm, I’m definitely going to have to practice that one.” You whisper amusedly, and he chuckles softly in reply.

“I’d like to see you try, woman.”

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Kinktober 2023

Day 4-Mirror Sex

Ghost

nsfw- unprotected p in v, light choking, PRAISE, teeny angst, insecure reader, no use of y/n, hinted at plus size reader, afab reader

You had never loved the way you look. Your hands always dropped to cover the fat on your abdomen whenever you wore a dress. You would always have your hair down to cover your chubby cheeks. These insecurities didn't help when it came to having sex with your husband, Simon.

Simon looked diwn at you, his hips slotted between your legs. He noticed when you hesitated to pull your shirt over your head. "Whats wrong, love? Too cold?" He placed his warm hands on your arms. Even though Simon's been outside tending to your garden all day during the bitter winter he still managed to have warm hands.

You shook your head. "No, its not too cold. I just.. I dunno." You sighed and look away. Simon leans forward, moving forward to kiss your neck.

"Thats okay, love." His hands drop from your arms to your waist and you push his hands away. He pulls his lips away and tilts his head. "Okay, talk to me please."

_

"Oh god love.." Simon groans into your ear, one hand is on your abdomen, feeling the bulge of his cock slowly sliding into your pussy, his tip hitting your cervix so deliciously that you throw your head back onto his shoulder. He takes this opportunity to place a hand over your throat, squeezing ever so slightly.

You moan and shut your eyes you can feel Simon smirk and shake his head. "No, love. Open your eyes." He hums, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. Your eyes slowly open, settling on your full body mirror that was placed opposite your bed. "You see how beautiful you are? How stunning my sweetheart is while she's being fucked?" He growls and you gasp, your eyes meet his in the mirror. "Can you say it? Say that your beautiful?"

"Fuck.. I'm.." Your hands reach down to grip his thighs, your back arched against his chest. "I'm beautiful.." You say through ragged breaths.

"Atta girl.. mmh.. fuck god your so pretty." Simon gets a little rougher, his breath becoming small whimpers as he fucks you. "Is it okay if I cum inside?" He whispers into your ear and you nod almost instantly, gripping his thighs.

With your orgasm already near enough the feeling of Simon pulling you close to him and filling you with his seed, made you cum to, clenching his dick hard as you gasped and moaned.

"Oh my god.. you.." Simon's eyes meet with yours in the mirror once again. "You are the most beautiful woman i've ever laid my eyes on. You are so pretty, love." He attacks your neck with kisses. "Fucking gorgeous, you hear me?" He says in a more commanding tone. "I don't care how many times I have to fuck you to get it through your head." He grumbles and holds you in his arms. You've been giggling the whole time.

"Well.. don't threaten me with a good time." You tease and kiss his cheek. He chuckles.

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day 4 🦅🦅🦅

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Kinktober 2023

Day 2- Begging

Soap

nsfw: begging, sub!soap, fem dom, edging, riding, praising, porn without plot, unprotected p in v, creampie (kind of??)

"Fuck.. love please." Soap whimpers from beneath you, his body jerking and twitching with every time your ass smacked against his hips. "Please.. please.." He whined.

"Hm.. C'mon Johnny." You coo and grin. "You can beg better than that, can't you?" Your hands ghost up his torso before landing on his chest for leverage.

"Minx.." He mutters and lolls his head back against the pillow, resting his hands on the plump flesh of your thighs, gripping ever so slightly. "Please let me cum, babe. I've been good.. I promise i've been so good so please.."

"Mhm? You've been a good boy?" Soap audibly moans at this, nodding feverishly and bucking his hips. You lift yourself off his cock and tut. "Seems like someones lying to me." You lean forward and nibble on his neck.

"No.. no please, love. Please I need it so bad." He shakes his head and tries to kiss you but you lean back. "Aw fuck.. I'll be good. I won't... I won't be bad just please let me cum."

You think for a moment before sitting up and throwing your shirt over your head, dropping it beside you both. Soap's eyes instantly meet with your boobs, his hands twitching ever so slightly.

You hover over his cock, lining yourself up with him and slowly sinking onto him, biting your bottom lip to stifle any noises. However, Soap on the other hand was moaning and groaning and bucking his hips like theres no tomorrow.

"Fuck! Yes love! Your so tight and beautiful.. so fucking pretty like this." His hands fly to your tits as you guide yourself up and down his length. Soft moans leave your mouth as you use him to get yourself off.

"Johnny.. baby.." You moan, bouncing on his cock before rolling your hips against his. "Oh god.. I'm gonna cum.." You gasp.

"Yes.. please yes.." He bucks a few times before finally releasing inside of you. You soon follow, sitting on his cock and enjoying the feeling of his cum inside of you. It leaks and drips down the inside of your thigh and you presume onto the bed.

Once you catch your breath you look down at Johnny and find him staring at you, his mouth open a little, his hands travel from your boobs to your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Your so pretty." He mumbles and swallows hard. You can see his adams apple bob.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You lean down and kiss him for a while but pull away when you feel his cock harden inside of you. You furrow your brows and scoff. "Are you kidding?"

He laughs a little and looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please?"

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Kinktober 2023

DAY 1-Masks

Ghost

warnings: nsfw (obvs), degrading and praise, unprotected p in v, missionary, mask kink, breeding kink

Everytime your husband, Simon, would come home from work with his gear and mask on you almost drooled. He noticed this obviously. He noticed everything. So he wore his mask more often and loved the way you got more and more riled up.

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"Fuck.." Simon grumbled, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he slowly pumped himself in and out of you. "Look at you.. Drunk on me. Stupid whore, aren't you?" He grumbles and you nod lazily, your mouth open as breathy moans escape your lungs. The scene above you was so beautiful.

Simon has your legs wrapped around his waist, one hand planted beside your waist while the other holds your thigh. "Simon.." You moan.

"Yes, love?" He looks down at you through his mask. His eyes bore through yours.

"I love you.. Simon.." You whimper, cupping his face with a hand and leaning close to rest your foreheads together.

"Oh fuck.." Simon shuts his eyes and groans. "Shit.. M'gonna stuff you full of my kids, yeah? Gonna look so pretty round with a daughter.." He huffs and picks up the pace.

"Yes.. please!" You throw your head back as your orgasm slowly approaches. Your legs tense up as Simon pushes into you one last time and lets out a gutteral groan, followed by a moan from you.

"Fuck! Fuckin' hell.." He leans over you, nuzzling your cheek before laying ontop of you. "Beautiful.. you are so beautiful. Love you so much.." He babbles sweet nothings into your ear.

"Love you too, Simon." You run your fingers over the hem of the mask. "You look proper fit in this." You kiss his temple and he chuckles, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You can hear him smile into your skin

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141+König imagines

warnings: fluff, smut, angst with comfort, idk how to tag sorry

your callsign is Angel

MDNI!! NSFW!! (blowjob, kind of breeing kink, unprotected p in v, cumming early)

Imagine...

Price who holds his head low with one hand planted beside your head and the other on your waist as he guided his cock into your puffy cunt. He let out groans in your ear as he kissed your neck. His thrusts were deep and slow. "You are so pretty.. so beautiful, love." He grumbles, shutting his eyes when he hears your soft whines and gasps.

"Fucking gorgeous.." He lifts his head and looks into your eyes, kissing your cheek. His slow thrusts speed up and both of your breaths grow laboured. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside please.." You whimper, shutting your eyes.

"Fuck.. I love you." He groans and he ruts into you a few more times, watching as your jaw hangs open and eyes shut. The sight alone makes him slam into you hard and release his seed deep into your womb with a gutteral groan. You both come at the same time, holding eachother close.

-

"Did you mean it?" You ask, your head pressed against Price's chest as he brushes your hair with his fingers.

"You what?" He looks down at you, lifting your chin up with his finger and thumb so he can see your face.

"When you said you love me." You moved to sit up so your on eye-level with him. "Did you mean it?"

"Course I did, darling." He leaned forward, cupping your face and kissing you. He pulled away and searched your eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, John." You kiss him back.

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Imagine...

"Angel?" You can hear Ghost over your earpeice. "Angel how copy?" He seems quiet however your still dizzy from the whole building that collapsed ontop of you. Your head lolls around, staring at the crushed concrete and mangled metal that surrounded you. "Y/n, you alive?"

You shut your eyes when your head starts to throb. "Fucking hell.." You pinch your nose bridge. "More like trapped."

"So you are alive." You can practically hear Ghost's eyeroll. "You got enough blood in you?"

You look down at your torso, holding the side and looking at your blood stained glove. "Barely." You wince, the adrenaline dying down and the pain hitting you like a brick.

"Lets see how long you can last with barely any blood, eh?" You can hear him move around. "Where are you?"

"Under.." You look around and sigh. "A building." You squint at a crack through the metal, leaning foward and looking through. "Theres a shop called.." You furrow your brows. "Banco de comida."

"On my way. Don't shut your eyes. Not even to blink." Ghost says sternly.

"Copy that."

-

2 agonizing minutes go by when the concrete above you is ripped aside by Ghost.

"Angel!" He yells, grabbing your arm and yanking you out of the rubble, elicting a pained yelp from you.

"Fucking hell Lieutenant be more gentle you twat." You snap, clutching the wound on your side.

"Mind your language, Sarg." He grunts, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder and guiding you to exfil.

-

The next time you woke up you were laying on a bed in a white room. You looked down to your side and saw a bandage. You can't really remember how you even got the wound. Presumably from broken metal scraping you.

"You snore when you sleep you know." A deep, gravelly voice says from beside you. You turn your head with an offended expression on your face which softens ever so slightly when you see who it is.

"Ghost." You scoff. "You brought me here?" You raise your brows and grin smugly. "So you do like me?"

"I like you alive. What kind of muppet let you pass selection if you can't handle abit of metal?" He tutted and shook his head, leaning back in a chair that was positioned beside your bed.

"Piss off!" You laugh.

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Imagine...

You and Soap are outside a pub after a mission went very successfully and everyone is celebrating.

He's smoking a cigar, staring up at the sky. "You smoke?" He offers you a puff and you shake your head.

"Those will kill you, you know." You smack it out of his hand and he grunts, mumbling a curse under his breath.

"Better to die of lung cancer than in a pool of your own blood, yeah?" He lit another one.

"I think both are equally shit." You roll your eyes and stare up at the moon. "The moon looks bonnie, doesn't it?"

Soap stares at you. His eyes taking in every aspect of your face as you stared up at the moon. He swallowed hard and shuffled. "Yeah." When you glanced at him he looked away.

"What you staring at?" You punch him playfully.

"Nowt, your just a canny stoater thats all." He looks up at the sky.

"Oh shut up you silly sod." You laugh, covering your blush with your hand. "Your a flirt when your drunk."

"Aye." He leaned back, his eyes trained on you. "I'm drunk." It sounded sarcastic but you didn't really care.

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Imagine...

Gaz has hold of your head as your head bobs up and down, slowing taking his throbbing cock in your warm mouth. You had been going at him for at least 2 hours. His mouth hung open and his body shivering from the previous 4 orgasms.

You popped of his cock with a pop and then grabbed his cock with your hand, squeezing at the base and pumping it, twisting your hand at the tip.

"Ah! Shit!" Gaz bucked his hips as you jerked him off. "Fuck, love I'm.."

You shook your head. "No, baby hold it in. I know you can." You kissed his abdomen and moved your free hand to hold his. You stared up at him as he panted, his chest heaving up and down.

"No.. God.." He squeezed his eyes, trying so hard to hold it in. "You just... just make me feel so fucking good." He whimpers, squeezing your hand while your other continues to jerk him.

"Mhm?" You hum, kissing his hand.

He moans. His jaw slack and his head throwing back. "Fuck love.. no.. no no no.." He shakes his head and his hips buck some more before he cums for the 5th time all over his belly.

You tut, sighing and leaning forward, licking his belly clean. "Gaz.." You say dissapointedly and he groans. "You were doing well." You start to pump him again. "Come on, lets try again."

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Imagine...

You and your superior, König had never got along, he's never happy with what you do. Even if you get a headshot from 600 yards away he still would have something to say.

Especially if you got hurt. Which was exactly what happened today.

You were in prone position, legs wide and laying at flat as you can. You were in a wet, muddy area for training, your arms were killing. You had been stuck in this position for hours, surely it wouldn't hurt to put the sniper rifle down for just a second so you can relax your muscles.

You slowly lower the gun, hearing the rear grip squelch into the wet mud. You sigh in relief as you can finally stop using your arms to carry a heavy firearm.

After a few seconds you try to lift the gun back up however it's stuck in the ground. The earth sucked the rear grip in and wouldn't let go. You mutter a curse and sit up, gripping the carry handle to try and pry it out.

However, it's no use. The bleaching soil would not give it back.

"For fuck sake." You grunt and with one frustraited tug... you get smacked in the nose with the buzzle of the sniper rifle.

-

"Did you not learn in training that you never let go of the gun? Ach du lieber Gott." König hissed, glaring down at you as you pressed an ice pack against your broken nose.

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The Experiments

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment

Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.

Prologue

The metal chain clanked around my cage as I moved to a more comfortable position, nursing my wounds from the last cage fight. I hissed in pain as the steel collar rubbed against the sores it had created after long-term wear.

I glanced around the dimly lit room at the now empty cages, once holding others in a similar position to me. I could still smell the metallic scent of their blood and decaying flesh from infection... or maybe that was my own. I didn't know at this point.

The door adjacent from the cage I resided in slammed open as the tapping of boots against linoleum pounded like drums in my ears.

I didn't look up. To look would mean more trouble considering I could never keep the fire of pure unadulterated rage out of my expression.

"Подготовка № 237 "Banshee" A sickly familiar voice called out, seemingly to his assistant. I recognized the name they called me by "Banshee." Unfortunately, I didn't speak much Russian.

He seemed in a hurry, as if something was happening. Then, the sounds finally hit my ears.

Gunshots.

Gathering my courage, I looked up with wide, observing eyes. The scientist wasn't looking at me. He was rushing around, grabbing multiple files from the filing ccabinet. A guard stood at the door, armed and in a ready stance. The assistant was quickly filling a needle with a clear substance.

I crawled to the back of my cage, the thick bars on all sides cold on my scarred and naked body. A few other gunshots rang out, and I watched the guard at the door drop to the ground, still and unmoving as a twisted statue.

"дерьмо!" The scientist was trying to barricade the door. His assistant looked shell shocked as he tried to figure out if he should help or continue his assigned task.

It all happened so fast that I could barely process it. A bullet flying through the door and hitting the scientist in the chest. The door flying open. The assistant was next to drop dead.

I shut my eyes, fearing I was next. My bullet never came.

"What the bloody fuck is this..."

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A/N: I'm testing C.AI as a writing tool and got this storyline. I hope this is something you all will be interested in ^-^ I actually utilized my online alias "Banshee" for this one, but it ties into the story and readers' abilities, I promise.

Shitty Google Translate translations:

Подготовка № 237: "Prepare #237"

дерьмо: "Shit!"

#call of duty #cod: gen fic #☆

[vanessaedp]

141 + König reacting to you taking off your mask.

taking off ur bally 😜😜✌️✌️😗😗🫶🫶

warnings: fluff, british slang 😛

FLASHING GIF WARNING

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Price

He had known the reason why you wore a balaclava and if he's honest. He hadn't ever expected you to take it off.

That was until today.

It was a simple mission really, do some fancy dress up party and poison the target.

However, to get into the party you need to have a partner

So, you and Price partnered up and went to the party as a fake couple. You wore a simple red dress and he wore a tuxedo.

The day before the mission he approached you. "Planning to paint your mask to match the dress, Sergeant?" He joked.

"No sir." You shake your head. "Actually, I wasn't going to wear it at all but now that you say that I might have another idea." You scoff at Price's dissapointed expression.

On the day of the mission you and Price are sat in a vehicle, he's running through the mission with you and take your mask off.

His look alone sent shivers down your spine. You expected him to look at you with horror or disgust but to your suprise he looked at you with admiration.

"Bloody hell, your beautiful, sarge." He said, his voice raspy and his throat dry.

"Don't get too excited, captain." You laugh.

Ghost

You and Ghost had some things in common.

You both were traumatised at a young age and you both wore masks.

He cared for you somewhat. Like how he cared for Soap

Except he liked you more.

During this mission it hadn't gone well. You had a bullet graze the side of your head and now you were splayed across the concrete floor with Ghost surrounded by mangled metal.

"Wheres the bleeding?" Ghost checked everywhere.

"My head." You mutter, turning your head to show a dark patch on your mask.

"May I?" Ghost's fingers hooked under your mask as if he was going to rip it off anyway.

You furrow your brows and roll your eyes. "It's not like I have a bloody choice, i'm bleeding to death you tosser."

Ghost grumbles something under his breath before peeling the mask off and placing it beside your head.

You swear you see his eyes widen the teeny tiniest bit. His eyes trail down your face for a split second before setting on your bleeding skull. "Right.." He says with a sigh, his voice hoarse.

"Enjoying the view?" You scoff, wincing when he starts treating your wound.

"You wish." He mumbles, his gaze flickering down to your face and lingering there for a few seconds.

Soap

You and Soap had been dating for 3 years. Not once have you taken your mask off.

He doesn't mind but all he wants is for you to trust him.

Soap allowed to stay off while you were recovering from a near-death experience. His left arm was hanging on by a thread after being abushed in a mission. He survived and is now on drugs so he can handle the pain.

You visited after his deployment to see how he was. He acted like a drunk man when he saw you, probably from the drugs.

"Who the feck are you..?" He slurred, his head lolling to one side. "My girlfriend won't be happy to see this.." He mutters.

You giggle and take a seat beside his bed. "I am your girlfriend, Johnny." You look down at his leg. It's stitched neatly. You grimace for a moment. You can handle all the gore in the world but your boyfriends? Now thats a different story.

You hear his heartbeat monitor pick up. "You wha?" He asks, his voice higher pitched and his brows raised.

"I'm your girlfriend." You slowly place a hand on his face.

"Fucking hell." He mutters, his eyes wide. "Are you sure? I'm abit of a twat." He shuffles, trying to sit up however you place a hand on his chest and push him back down.

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do this?" You hesitantly lift your mask up and lean close, kissing his cheek. You do this because he'll probably forget about it but its precious to see his reaction anyway.

"Fuck me sideways." He says under his breath, looking at you with admiration. His eyes stare at your eyes then the little scar on your left eyebrow. Then the burn scar shaped like a cross. Presumably from a branding iron. He then stared at your lips. He licked his then spoke.

"Can you do that again? But on my lips this time."

Gaz

"Listen i'm so sorry.. I don't even know how this happened I swear i'll fix it." Gaz protested. He accidentally ripped your mask while in a sparring match, thankfully you covered your face before anyone else saw.

"Gaz, it's fine." You say a little sarcastically. Sure, you were pissed he had ripped your only mask but he offered to fix it so there wasn't much point in being annoyed with him. "I want it fixed by tomorrow."

"Of course. I promise it'll be fixed." He even pinky swore on it.

After a long 12 hours of being in your room without letting anyone in with fear that they will see you without your mask you hear a knock at the door. "Gaz?"

"I've got your mask. Can I come in." He asks, twisting the door knob.

"Alright.." You mumble and sit up. Watching the door open and Gaz step in, he shuts it behind him and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

"Christ." He swallows hard. "You don't really need this mask, do you? It's only a silly balaclava." He waves it around.

"Kyle give it here." You hold your hand out and Gaz sighs, walking up to you and handing it over. He visibly tenses up when your hand brushes against his.

"So does that mean you'll wear it less around me?" He sounds excited, his eyes fixed on your face as you slipped the mask back on.

"Don't get your hopes up, mate. Thanks for fixing it though." You stand up and give him a wink, hitting his shoulder playfully.

König

"Jesus christ how do you wear your hood for so long." You sigh, blowing raspberries through your lips and lifting the bottom of your mask up to let some air through.

It was a heatwave at the base and you were MELTING

"Mine's baggy. More airflow." König stared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Fuck off you manky wank-stain." You laugh, shaking your head. "Bloody hell." You whine, the heat irritating you.

"I have a spare hood if you want it, liebe." He offered. "Come." He gestures for you to follow him and you do. He takes you to his room and he rumages through his drawer, tossing you a shirt with two holes in it.

"The bloody hell is this?" You giggle, looking at the massive shirt. "Your a size.. XXL?" You look at the tag.

"Just put the shirt on, selbstgefällig." He rolls his eyes which widen when he sees you take your mask off. It was truly a beautiful sight. Your cheeks pink and flushed from the heat, some strands of hair stick to your forehead. It was all interrupted when you slipped the shirt over your head.

"Schatz.." He mumbles. "Your very pretty, you know. You don't need it." He holds his head low.

"Thank you, König thats very kind of you." You smile under the shirt and adjust it. "Thanks for the hood aswell." You step forward and cup where you think his face is from under the mask. "I'll wear this more often."

You leave the room, leaving König flustered, flabbergasted and head over heels in love.

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here u go pookies come here and kiss me

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[vanessaedp]

gah daym

Warnings: NSFW, fem! reader, smut, blowjob, fingering, proofread but I’m dyslexic so may be mistakes

Omg omg omg imagine being König’s little passengers princess🩷🩷

König is undeniably a big man, so he obviously needs a big car. I think he owns a SUV - pretty and, most importantly, spacious car. It allows him to slouch comfortably in driver’s seat and not sit all crouched down like in most cars, his knees don’t bump in the panel beneath the steering wheel but placed comfortably as they should.

Needless to say that his car is filled with your stuff: numerous lipglosses in the glove compartment, your scarves and shawls laying on the panel behind backseats, small pillow along with fluffy blanket are always in the backseat in case you feel tired and want to lay down. König even found some of your jewelry in the cup holder once!

And he’s such a gentleman! You’re simply not allowed to open the door by yourself! Why would you do that, if you have him?! König will always hold the door open for you, helping you get in and out of the seat, making sure that your dress or coat won’t get stuck clasped by the car door. He’s such a sweetheart, I can’t🥺

You often go for rides together. König is a neat and careful driver - he got his license when he was 18 and since then only got one fine for parking in wrong place. You go to different places - locations with beautiful landscapes not far from your place, going to visit his relatives in another city or just night rides around the Vienna. A lot of dear moments between you two happened in his car - your first kiss, numerous deep talks and countless make out sessions in the backseat which ended up with König absolutely fucking your brains out.

But sometimes long car rides can be hard for you. A few hours on the way, you start feeling uncomfortable. Your booty starts feeling sore from long sitting, lower back aching from awkward angle, feet swelling from lack of muscle movements. And you start whining. About how you’re tired, how sore your whole body is, that you need to use a restroom or that you’re hungry. König coos at your pouting face, glancing at you apologetically, right hand coming to your thigh to rub soothing circles on your soft skin to make you feel slightest bit better, promising to pull off at the next gas station.

König would do anything to soothe his whiny little princess. And if it means getting under her skirt in a middle of the ride and stuffing her pretty pussy full with his fingers - he’ll gladly do it. He’s never said that, but König loves loves loves fingering you while driving. Yes, it distracts him from the road, but the cute little sounds you make while your legs close around his wrist in overstimulation as he mercilessly keeps pumping two fingers in and out of that drooling cunny, thumb pressing tight circles against that needy clit.

During especially long rides, when you’re bored out of your mind and music on the radio makes you feel sick, you find a better way of busying yourself.

One of your nimble hands comes to rest on König’s meaty thing, rubbing strong muscle affectionately. He doesn’t pay much attention to that since you do it all the time, only smiling softly to himself at your touch. Slowly you make your way higher and higher, getting dangerously close to man’s crotch. “Y/n, I’m driving” König would always say in a strict voice, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead. “Yeah, but it’s a highway, you just need to go straight” you discard his complains lightheartedly, already undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.

Soon your mouth is filled up with his throbbing cock, drool running down thick shaft to his balls and you suck and lick on sensitive length, paying extra attention to his leaking tip. König groans and moans above you, thrusting his hips up occasionally, making you choke and gag on his huge dick, tears running down your flushed cheeks. He rests one hand on the back of your head, guiding you gently up and down at the pace that he likes and holding you in place when he shoots a thick load of his cum down your throat so you swallow every single drop of it. And make sure to clean him up with that filthy little mouth after that, he’s driving, after all!

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Sweetheart |•| Simon Riley x Fem Reader

fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass 🔎, Ghost being a cutie patootie, sexual innuendo once, 141 meets ghost's s/o for the first time, soap ans gaz love cats, i hc gaz has celiac disease

not proof-read bc i cant be arsed soz lmfao 💀

also reblog pookies and i'll give you a free foot massage

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Three months without your boyfriend.

Your eyes scanned the new book you bought, 'Psycho by Robert Bloch'. It was a good book. 'I think everybody goes a little crazy sometimes' Norman bates said in the book. It was a line you related to heavily, especially when Simon went out on his missions. You were left all alone with your cat, Eleanor. Although, she was an adorable, orange tabby cat she reminded you of Simon since he bought her for you. Everything in this house reminded you of Simon. Half of the stuff in the living room he had bought because he'd rather gift you something than hug which you understood because he had opened up a tiny bit about his past and it seemed traumatic. Simon gifted you the most lavish things to equal the amount of times he wanted to hug you but couldn't due to his past. It was sad to think he had to buy your hugs but you appriciated the gesture.

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"Right, I haven't had the chance to tell her that you lot are coming so if she freaks out don't worry." Simon grumbles.

The rest of the group nodded. Price was sitting in the drivers seat with Gaz beside him, they were both chatting about how the mission went while Simon and Soap were sitting at the back. For once, Simon showed some emotion. Nervousness. His leg was bouncing and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"You alright L.T?" Soap piped up, looking at his obviously anxious supervisor. Simon nodded.

"I hope she's doing alright." Simon stared at Soap with that stoic expression. Price and Gaz stopped talking and Price turned his head a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure she's fine. From what you've told us she can put up a fight so if something was to happen she'd be cool as a cucumber." Price smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Simon grimaced at the last part of his sentence but Price wasn't wrong. You knew Taekwando and you were flexible. Simon was shocked the first time you showed him how to do a backbend and that beautiful arch your back made that caused him to feel-

"Yeah, Ghost. She seems really nice. I've heard her while you two were on call. It's funny really. She sounds so sweet and bubbly and you-" Gaz stopped himself. "Well..." He trailed off when he saw Price shaking his head at him.

"He means that you two are polar opposites." Soap chimes in. "But you know what they say." He nudged Simon as if he already knew what he was going to say. "Opposites attract."

"Fucking hell." Simon let out a deep sigh. "Are we almost there?" He sounded impatient.

"Just around the corner, mate." Price reassured.

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There was a knock at the door.

You poked your head from your book, folding the page over and stepping off the couch. You sighed. It could be Simon, then again it could be your SHEIN order that was due to arrive yesterday. You walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when you see your boyfriend, Simon.

"Simon!" You smile, stepping forward. Simons breath hitches and you notice this so you take a step back. He feels guilty. He had just been gone for three months and he's too scared to embrace his own girlfriend of 4 years? No. He won't let his fears get to him. Not when he's just left you for so long. Simon steps forward, pulling you close to him and hugging you. His arms stretched around your waist and he rested his face in the crook of your neck, you heard him inhale your perfume.

You were too distracted about the fact that Simon is hugging you that you don't realise his friends were here. You lifted your head to see them awkwardly looking away. "Simon, you never told me you brought your friends." You laughed when he pulled away, you could see the embarrassment in his eyes when he realised he had dived into your arms infront of his boss and co-workers.

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side and they all met your eyes. You smiled and waved and they did the same, mumbling some "hi's" and "hello's". "This is Soap."

"I believe he prefers-." Gaz speaks.

"Pipe down." Soap interrupts him.

Simon gave Soap a harsh pat on the back and Soap gave him a dirty look. He points to Price and Gaz. "Thats Price, my captain and Gaz."

"Oh, its so nice to meet you all. Come in, i'll get you all something to drink if you'd like.

"Um.. alright then." Price smiled back and entered, Gaz and Soap followed close behind and Ghost shut the door.

"I'm gluten free, by the way." Gaz says, looking around your massive living room. It has cat toys everywhere and Gaz nudges Soap. "They have a cat." He whispers and Soap looks thrilled, his head darts around in search for the feline.

While your in the kitchen making the men something to drink, they all settle down on the couch. Eleanor walks in and nuzzles against Ghost's leg. He leans over and pets her, scratching behind her ear. Soap looks in awe. "You never told us you have a cat." He scolds Ghost.

"You never asked." Ghost mumbled, picking Eleanor up and stroking her soft fur. "I missed you, Ellie." He whispers and holds the cat like a baby, loud purrs from Eleanor filled the room.

"Can I hold her?" Gaz asked, peeking over Soap's shoulder to look at the tabby cat.

"Me too, please." Soap asked, feeling his heart melt when Ghost placed Eleanor on Soap's lap. "Oh my god, who's a good kitty?" He says in a baby voice as Eleanor stretched across him and Gaz's lap. Their hands eagerly petting the cats fur.

You return with a tray of coca colas in bottles. "I made sure it was gluten free." You laugh and take a seat in an armchair. "I see Ellie has taken a liking to you both."

"Is that her name?" Gaz asked, looking up at you for a moment before sipping his cola and petting the kitten.

"Well, she's actually called Eleanor but me and Simon just call her Ellie." You smile.

"How old is she?" Price asked, scratching Eleanor's chin, smiling down at her. She purred away peacefully.

"Um.." You glanced at Simon who held up 3 fingers. "She's 3. She's a tabby cat so i'm just glad they don't grow too big."

Price nodded. "She's adorable. Be careful though, Soap and Gaz might want to steal her from you. They love animals." Gaz and Soap didn't even look up from the cat but they nodded. Eleanor let out a meow and they both went 'Aww'. "How long have you two lived together?"

"2 years I think. My dad left most of the inheritance to me so I asked Simon if he wanted to move in with me. And now we're here." You shrugged and Price nodded.

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After about 2 hours of talking and joking Price checked his watch. "We should go now. Gaz and Soap have training tomorrow." He lifted up Eleanor from his lap and placed her on the couch. "Thank's for having us." Price smiled.

"Thanks." Gaz said with a smile before giving Eleanor a scratch on the chin. Soap did the same and nodded.

"Bye, you'll have to come over again!" You waved them off, shutting the door when they drive off. You re-enter the living room and sit beside Simon. "They seem lovely." You look up at him.

"You haven't known them as long as I have." Simon chuckled darkly, his arm hesitantly reaching over your shoulder and hooking around to pull you close to him. He looked down at you.

"So.. do you want to order a take-away or do you want to go out?" You nestled your cheek against the side of his chest.

"Can we stay here?" He asked, sinking into the couch. "Like how we are now. I don't want to let you go."

"Okay, Simon." You nod and smile. And he didn't let you go. He made sure you fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

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eat up guys

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[vanessaedp]

I miss you, too |●| Simon Riley x Reader (afab) PART 2 😍🤞

smut, face sitting, dry humping, dom!reader, needy ghost 🙈, lmk if i miss any pookies

i havent written smut before sooooo jinkies 😬

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Simon had returned back from his base 2 weeks ago. He walked through his dormitory and saw you sitting on his bed reading a book. "Y/N?" His low voice caught your attention instantly and you gasped, running up to him and wrapping him in a hug which he quickly returned, wrapping his arms around your waist in a bear hug.

"Missed you so much, love." Simon mumbled into your neck as he carried you to his bed, letting you straddle him. "You don't even understand.." He lifted his mask up so his lips were visible and he caught your lips in his.

"I missed you too." You replied once he pulled away from the kiss to start kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan as he quickly found your sweet spot, his hands claiming your hips as he left a hickey on your neck. "Christ, Simon.." You giggle and feel him smirk against your skin and his hands move to your abdomen, fidgeting with your belt.

"I need to taste you, sweetheart. I need you so bad." He basically whines against you.

"You do, hm?" You grin, your hips grinding against his, making him groan and nod profusley.

"Yes.. yeah please, love please." He begs, gripping your belt and tugging at it. "Just say the words.. I can make you feel so good I promise."

"Go on then." You nod and in seconds he has your cargo's at your ankles being kicked across the room. You might've worn skimpy, lacy thongs on purpose because you MIGHT'VE been told that Simon was coming back today. But who knows?

"Oh you dirty girl." Simon growled and laid back, practically dragging you up to his face.

"Easy tiger." You laugh. "What's the magic word?" You smirk as you see his defeated face. Your hands move to take your shirt off and unclip your bra, his eyes lighting up once they meet with your tits.

"Pretty please.." Simon says in a breath, he has an iron grip on your hips. His eyes flicking from your beautiful body to your eyes.

"Good boy." You smile, moving up to straddle his face. Simon moves your thongs to on side and you heard him let out a sigh at your glistening pussy. It was wet before he had even came home. Just imaganing him with his face stuffed in the pillow to muffle his moans as he fucked his hand sent sparks of pleasure through you. Simon ripped his mask off, dumping it beside his bed.

"C'mere.." Simon muttered and he pulled your hips down, his tounge flat on your cunt making you gasp. He groaned and moved your hips so your grinding against his face as he's lapping away at your desperate hole. His nose bumping your clit.

"Oh fuck.. Ghost.." You moan his name and you can feel his grip tighten. His tounge moving up to flick against your clit, his lips moving around it to suck on it like a lollypop. Your back arched. "Yes.. right there." You moved your hand to grip as his dirty-blonde hair. His hands move your hips faster as he eats you out. His fingers kneading into your flesh. His tounge penetrating your desperate hole causes you to go over the edge. "Fuck!" You can feel his lips kiss your inner thigh as he leaks every drop of cum from your pussy.

You climb off him, your legs feeling weak and you glance at Simon who's putting his mask back on. You saw a glimpse of his chin and lips which were now covered in your cum. "Sorry about that." You scoff, handing him a few tissues which were on his nightstand beside a bottle of lotion.

"No, it's alright. I want to smell you on my mask." He murmured, nuzzling into your neck. You kiss the side of his mask, feeling something hard bump your leg.

"Simon are you-.." You were cut of by Simon's hand cupping your breast. "Oh." Your face flushed bright red when you realised what he was doing.

Simon's hips rutted against your leg, small whimpers left his mouth as he humped you. His eyes were screwed shut and you could hear him sniffing something. Was he sniffing your cum he refused to clean up? It wouldn't suprise you.

His hips moved faster and his breathing picked up, groans were getting louder and louder and his whimpers and whines were getting louder too. You pressed a light kiss on the top of his head. "Good boy. So good."

"Yeah.. tell me how good I am." You could tell how close he was from how strained his voice was.

"Your so good. You made me feel so good." You heard him groan your name as his hips stilled and he caught his breath. "There we go.." You cooed.

"Fucking hell.." He muttered. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You wrap him in a hug and he does the same.

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so silly omg whoever liked part 1 ill give u a kiss 😛

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[vanessaedp]

I miss you |●| Simon Riley x Reader 18+

smut, masturbation, reader is stupid as fuck, if i miss any lmk bb

Ghost, your husband, had been stationed to another base for about a week and you had called most nights. However, this night was different.

"Hi sweetheart!" You said, smiling as you looked into the phone. It was just his ceiling which wasn't much different from the other times you had called.

"Hi, love.." Simon was quiet and you could hear a faint wet sound. His breathing was heavy, too. Before you could say anything, he spoke. "How was your day?" His voice was strained a little.

"It was really good! I taught a few recruits and we did rock climbing and all of the fun stuff." As you rambled on about your day you could hear the wet sound speeding up, a few grunts escaping Simon and his breathing faltering. "Soo.. how was your day?" You asked, trying to focus on whats going on.

"Good." Simon replied almost in a rush. "Listen, love. Can you just keep talking? I miss you so much. I just want to hear your voice." He grumbled.

You nodded. "I miss you too." You smiled. "It's only another week until you come back here. It won't be long sweetheart. I promise." You comfort, your voice soothing and almost like a purr.

This is what sends Simon over the edge.

A low, gutteral groan escapes his mouth. A bunch of I love you's and Oh god's leave his mouth, too. "Mhm.. yeah.." He's panting. "God.. Y/N I can't wait to see you again. You have no idea.." He babbles, a few breathy whimpers leave him. "I love you so so much."

"I love you too, Simon. Are you okay?" You sound concerned.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I just missed you so much. I just needed to hear your voice." He sighs, grumbling something under his breath about 'a mess'. "Listen, I have to go now. I love you. I love you so much, my girl."

"I love you too, Simon." You smile and blow a kiss at the camera. Simon waves and hangs up, leaving you a little confused.

What was all that about?

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[vanessaedp]

Mistletoe ★ | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

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(this is my first ff pookies so forgive me if its shiet also its fluff so sorry lolz)

Ghost didn't liked you. He thought you were pretty. He thought you were smart. Most of all, he thought you were just as good as him. Something most people were unable to acomplish.

It was the holidays at Task Force 141 and you were helping Soap, Gaz and Price decorate around the base.

"Oi, Y/N get the mistletoe then toss it up 'ere." Soap ordered as he hung some bunting along the roof, Price and Gaz helping him with it. You nodded and turned your attention to searching for the mistletoe. You didn't understand why they needed it, its not like they're actually going to kiss eachother.

There were at least 4 boxes full of pointless decorations however, you end up finding yourself elbow deep searching for some stupid mistletoe.

"D'ya need a hand?" A deep, intimidating voice boomed from behind you. The one you loved. You didn't have to turn your head to know who it was, you simply nodded your head and scooted to the side.

"Yeah, I'm looking for some mistletoe for the decorations." You glanced at Ghost who seemed to have sat beside you without making a sound. "Johnny insists." You exhale through your mouth.

"Hm." Ghost huffs and reaches both arms in, pulling the decor apart so theres a gaping hole with a dusty peice of plastic mistletoe sitting in the middle. "Found it." He steals a glance at you. You tense up in fear he could break something yet you shake that fear off and reach in, pulling the mistletoe out and giving Ghost an appriciative smile.

"Thanks." You say, allowing your eyes to linger on his mask for a few more seconds before he brings you back to reality when he stands up.

He watches as you stand and dust yourself down. He had debated reaching out for you and helping you up but he refused to himself. He didn't want you to think he was a weirdo. You sense his discomfort and wave him goodbye as you toss the mistletoe to Johnny. You can't help but turn to Ghost who quickly pulls his gaze somewhere else. You chuckle and head back to your dorm.

Later that night, Ghost hears a knock at his door. He opens it to see you standing with a small box in your hand. It's decorated with a black ribbon and a silly doodle of a skull. "Is that for me?" Ghost asked, his tone a little shocked.

"Well, its not going to be for anyone else if it has a little skull, is it?" You scoffed and handed it to him. You watched as his eyes softened at the gift inside. He pulled it out and chuckled, it was a pink M9 with cutesy, sparkly stickers. "Do you like it?"

Ghost placed the gun back into the box and placed it on a surface beside him. "I do, yeah. Thanks." He turns his head to you, his eyes delaying by at least 2 seconds. "I dont get gifts often." He admitted and leaned against the door hinge.

"Why not?"

"Dunno... Thanks, though." He leaned down, his eyes boring through yours which caused heat to rise to your cheeks. He seemed to notice that.

"Your um.. your welcome." You looked everywhere but his eye. Your tounge darted out of your mouth to lick your lips.

"C'mere.." Ghost reached out for you and his fingers dug into your waist slightly as he pulled you close and lifted his mask so his lips were visible. You eagerly kissed him and your arms snaked around his neck. It was a passionate 10 seconds before you pulled away to catch your breath. Ghost pressed a kiss against your cheek. You stepped back into the hallway and you could swear you felt your legs turn to jelly for a moment.

"Merry-... Merry Christmas." You giggle as you look up at him pulling his mask back down.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

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