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MDNI! Inspired by the way Fluoxetine makes me s w e a t.

Absolutely sweating because of the medication you take and it being slightly warmer than usual and the entire team is staring at you and the way sweat drips down your face and chest.

Johnny who is very openly staring with his jaw dropped as he sees how slick you are. Simon who very quickly wanders off to his room to palm himself through his shorts and jerk off. Kyle who blushes and looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Price who tugs you into his lap, making the rest jealous as he holds an ice lolly for you to suck.

He'll smile and make you gag on the cold length, arm wrapped tight around your waist as you grind down on him. Price will just chuckle and press a kiss to your cheek, calling you a good girl before letting you stumble back to your room, dragging Johnny along with you.

That night, you rode Johnny until he passed out. Mea whole, Price, Kyle and Simon listened through the door, all rubbing themselves off with moans quietened by their lips being bitten.

[goldenboydmitri]

MDNI!! I'm very drunk m and h*rny so have this. Simon doesn't fuck you, he loves you.

Simon Riley who doesn't fuck, he makes love. He's so touch starved and closed off that when he does open up, let someone see him like that he's desperately rutting into them and mumbling about how much he loves them.

Simon Riley who's there when you come home. Tears in your eyes and stumbling as you're a messy drunk and he tugs you close. He listens when you demand and whine that he sucks you clit and he smiles and hums when you yank his face closer.

He can be a cold bastard, a mean old git but God he loves you and he thinks your eyes are prettiest when you're all fucked out, eyes rolled back and jaw cracked open as you moan and whine for him.

Even when you ask, he doesn't fuck you. Sure, he's rough and messy, but that knows how to make love. He's so madly in love with you and he fucking shows it. Deep, loving thrusts as he feels your pussy tighten around him and your teeth dig into his neck.

He loves you and it fucking drives him wild. When the lads ask him about relationships he just grins, nodding towards the leather bracelet you tied onto his wrist one of the first times you met.

He loves you as if it's like breathing air and you love him. He doesn't fuck you. He loves you.

[goldenboydmitri]

I'm very drunk and my tits are very sun burnt

[goldenboydmitri]

Heyy all, just wanted to pop a post up about my account theme change^

I've had this account for a good few years now and as the the years have gone on I have obviously changed and grown.

Back when I started this, I was a very different person and it feels like it's time to update my account and change the name I use as I now have a close friend called Quinn.

This is still me !

I have not disappeared off the face of the earth

I am, however, looking to start writing again soon... perhaps when I'm back from my holiday...

[goldenboydmitri]

you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression

[goldenboydmitri]

Your ghost fic gave me butterflies, you're genuinely a good writer, I loved it. Would love to see more Ghost from you perhaps maybe eventually! Much love

Oh my god! Thank you so much !! I'm so sorry I've been inactive the past year but I just posted a new fic with Ghost <33

[goldenboydmitri]

‘Sober’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader

Fluff

God, how did I do these again? ANYWAY, been one hell of a year since I last posted. Had a COD cosplayer cheat on me, moved back home and realised I am in some way trans masc. Wild, wild year but I’m still here :D Todays piece is inspired by ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur. I’m considering rewriting all of my previous works and revamping my page, as always, asks are open.

I do not consent to my work being used for AI in anyway.

Word count: 1,579

Simon Riley was a harsh bastard of a man, quiet and calculating with a stern personality. He didn’t let anyone walk over him, he was in charge of his own life. He would quietly tease Johnny back when the Scotsman teased him for sleeping with so many random people, always up for a good laugh with his team.

He wasn’t quite sure how it happened. This wasn’t who he was, the sort of man that he had ever been, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were across the bar as the team celebrated after a mission, giggling and dancing along with Johnny. You were his teammate, someone he respected and treated as a friend and here he was ogling you.

He stayed leant against the bar next to John and Kyle, the two men making idle conversation as he watched you. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and for the first time you had made him speechless without even trying. It was like a switch had flipped.

He had never been for relationships, had never had one that lasted and always swore he would end up dying alone but as he stood there watching, admiring you and memorising every little detail he knew he was ready for marriage.

You were his teammate however. His friend. You knew his reputation with men and women alike, knew how he would give them one night and then disappear forever. You never seemed to treat him any differently though, always a little piece of sunshine. You knew of his double digit body count, in both ways, and still treated him like a person.

His thoughts drifted back to the mission from earlier that day, remembering the way your soft hands wiped blood from his cheek after his mask was half torn off. His own fingers slid under his mask, rubbing at his stubble the way you had and finding himself disappointed when it didn’t feel the same.

The song ended, shifting into a slightly slower tune and Johnny left your side. He wandered back over to Simon, Kyle and John, quickly sitting down and ordering himself a drink. John leant over, having noticed the way Simon was staring and elbowed him in the side.

”Go get em,”

Simon's eyes widened slightly and he nodded, his words caught in his throat. He pushed up from the bar, quickly flattening out his shirt and clearing his throat before striding over to you.

He leant down slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as that same sweet scent you always adorned washed over him. You could see the smile reaching his eyes, his cheeks pushing up slightly as the corners of his lips tilted up under the surgical mask. For a moment, you admired the flecks of gold in his eyes, catching the light and glittering as he stared at you.

“Mind if I step in for a bit, luvvie?” He mumbled. He could have kicked himself for mumbling but the way you were staring at him had him too distracted.

“Of course not,” you grinned up at him, giggling softly.

He could tell you were rather drunk now that he was closer, alcohol plaguing your breath and your steps unsteady. For a moment, he wondered how much you had had to drink, concerned for you before he was wrapped up in your spell again.

At this point, his cheeks were hurting from how much he had been smiling at you. His gaze was fixed on you as his hand absentmindedly placed itself on your hip, holding you close as you started to sway to the music. He worried about coming on too strong, making you uncomfortable until your hands came to rest on his waist, gently gripping his shirt.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so alive. Watching as you giggled and swayed with him, the way you clung onto him. It made him happy, truly and deeply happy. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to see you around base everyday.

Awkwardly, his free hand that had been in the pocket of his jacket came to the back of your head, tangling with your hair and pulling you closer to his chest. He held you close, memorising the way you fit against him in case you were to push him away and disappear. He never wanted to forget you.

It was then, as you pressed your face against his chest and hummed to the music that he knew, even if he never got you touch you again that you were the one for him. He was beaming, alight inside. He glanced to the others to find John, Kyle and Johnny watching with warm smiles. They each nodded, Johnny giving him a thumbs up.

”You look as beautiful as ever,” he murmured against your ear, his head dipping down slightly.

”Didn’t know you could think that about a person,” you responded with a teasing chuckle.

”Only you.” The words felt like a promise, like he was swearing himself to you.

As the song ended, he felt you pull away and was slightly saddened. His touch on you retreated, only to be met by your warm hand grabbing his. You tugged him through the crowd towards the bar and his hand in yours felt as though it was on fire.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder and he felt his heart stop. He felt sober again. He knew he was madly in love with you. He squeezed your hand gently, three little squeezes that you hardly even picked up on. He stuck close as you led him towards the bar, making sure no one pushed you or got too close.

He stood behind you as you ordered a drink, quietly nodding to the bartender to make it a virgin drink and put it on his tab as if he had done it a million times before. It felt so right to look after you and buy you things. His mind briefly wandered, drifting to all the gifts he could shower you with and imagining how you would decorate your house when he eventually bought you one.

You smiled up at him, leaning back against him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, quietly thanking him for the drink before downing it - eager to feel more of the buzz and confidence that the liquor would bring you despite it being non alcoholic.

He spent the rest of the evening by your side, ensuring you were safe and having fun. At some point, you had stolen his jacket, throwing it over your shoulders and drowning out your frame with it. Eventually, he walked you back to base, leaving Johnny, Kyle and John at the bar.

You wandered alongside him, babbling on about something and giggling to him. He could listen to you talk for hours. He was completely smitten, grinning as he watched the sleeves of his jacket hide away your hands. He loved the way you looked by his side, wearing his clothes.

Something had changed inside of him and he liked it. You had taken him from a heartless monster, from simply being Ghost to being himself again, Simon Riley. He knew he would love his last name if it were yours as well.

He walked you right to the door of your room, watching with his arms crossed as he leant against the wall while you fumbled through your pockets for your keys. He nodded slightly as you pulled them out and unlocked the door before sheepishly staring up at him.

”You wanna stay the night, Si?” You murmured, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

He knew his reputation with people and he knew he would not treat you like that. He shook his head. He wanted to love you, the chance to make you feel special, not experience a night of lust and move on. He would be your husband one day, he could wait.

“Not tonight, luvvie, you need some rest.” He smiled, his tone soft and gentle as he stared at you. “You gonna get to bed okay?”

His heart ached as he saw the disappointment that flashed across your face, all he wanted to do was tangle his limbs with yours and hold you all night but he wouldn’t not, not tonight. He was too busy planning dates and proposal ideas.

”Mhm.. should do,” You mumbled back to him, nodding slightly.

He watched as you started to strip his jacket off and shook his head again, planting it back around your shoulders and tugging it around you.

”Keep it, it’ll give you another reason to come see me tomorrow,” he insisted, tugging his mask down just enough to plant a kiss on your forehead before gently pushing you into your room and sauntering down the hallway to his own.

He chuckled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach, already eager to see you again and spend the rest of his life with you. When he got to his door, he reached for his keys only to realise they were still in his jacket with his phone… in your room. He laughed again, rubbing his face before sitting down in the doorway to his room.

By the time the others returned from the bar, he was half asleep and Johnny hauled him to his room, letting him crash there for the night and quickly regretting it when Simon couldn’t stop talking about you.

But me a coffee if you want :D

[goldenboydmitri]

Love sick pt 2

(Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader)

Fluff, flirting

Summary - your sleep is interrupted when the boys return from a mission and someone wants your attention

Hhh God it's been a while but here ya go! I hope ya'll enjoy this fluffy little moment. Lil warning, Ghost is a lil possessive? @cupid-eclipse I am so sorry this took so long please forgive me 🙏

Word count - 660

It had been a few weeks since Simon had kissed your temple and promised you one day he'd make you his. He'd been away on a mission with the rest of the team for a few days and you'd stayed behind due to a field injury.

It was the middle of the night when you heard it. You were tucked up in bed, half asleep with your head pressed against the pillows and Clive, your teddy bear, in your arms.

A soft chuckle drew your attention. Someone stood outside your room, chuckling and trying to stay quiet. The door clicked open, and Soap entered with a grin.

The scot watched as you sat up and ran a hand through your hair, squinting at him in the darkness. He flopped himself down on your bed and cuddled up to you.

"Not who you were expecting, eh bonnie?" He chuckled softly.

"How was the mission, Johnny?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you clicked the lamp on and hugged him.

"Can't get mad at us, bonnie," he mumbled, staring up at you.

"What happened?"

"Your boy Ghost took some hits," he closed his eyes, as if not wanting to see your reaction.

You had been filled with the warm fuzzy feeling of excitement, eager to see him again and hold onto your closest friend however, that was swiftly crushed.

The fear that he was hurt badly overwhelmed you, and panic rushed through your mind. What if he died? What if he had to retire?

"He's - he isn't my boy," you mumbled, staring down at Johnny with worry written across your face.

"Sure," Johnny chuckled softly, shaking his head for a moment as he yawned and started falling asleep in your bed. "Would be if you asked him,"

You glared down at Johnny for a moment before the light tapping of knuckles on your door pulled your attention away, and you climbed out of bed.

You opened the door quietly and were met with Ghost's mask, his eyes glancing around your room before staring down at you.

"See you've already got another man in your bed," he smirked, teasing you.

"Oh shut up, it's just Johnny," you chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Heard you were hurt,"

"Nothing serious, love, no need to worry," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you and putting his hand on the small of your back. He gently pulled you closer as he leant against the doorframe.

"Serious enough for Johnny to warn me," you pouted softly.

"Just a few bullet holes, nothing new, maybe you should kiss em better for me," he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You don't mean that," you mumbled, trying more to convince yourself he couldn't mean those things when it came to you rather than him.

"I always mean it with you," he chuckled softly. "He seems to take up a lot of your bed," Ghost muttered softly, staring over at Johnny, who was now fast asleep and sprawled out on your bed.

"Yeah, he normally comes and shares mine, says it's comfier," you shrugged, not minding it. Johnny appearing in your room after a mission was a common occurrence at this point.

"Won't be allowed to do that when I'm your boyfriend," he spoke softly, almost as if thinking out loud.

"W-what?" You squeaked, staring up at him with wide eyes and a blush spreading across your face.

"You heard me," he grinned down at you. "Why don't you share my bed tonight?"

You blinked up at him for a moment, almost not believing what you'd heard as you stared at him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, lifting you up over his shoulder and carrying you away.

"You're mine, luvvie, don't want you sharing beds with anyone but me," he spoke softly, carrying you off towards his room.

"Stop with the teasing, asshole," you muttered, shaking your head.

"I mean it, I want to be your boyfriend,"

[goldenboydmitri]

— ∘☽༓☾∘ ♱ overprotective!simonriley drabble

warnings|| MDNI; 18+ unhealthy behavior, k!dnapping, implied attempted sa, overprotective!simonriley, p!v

not only does he not like you leaving the house by yourself, but he borderline wants you chained to the bed.

you plan a grocery trip? just give him a few hours to finish his work and he’ll go with you.

you text him that you have to run to the store? no bother he’ll get whatever you need on his way home.

you want a late night snack? no way darling just climb back in here, under the covers, with me…

to tell the truth he’s just so protective of you. he just doesn’t want his pretty little girl to be in any unnecessary danger.

but he dreams of the day someone try’s to take you from him. he’d know exactly what to do. he did it for a living. shit, he got payed to do it.

he’d find you, probably gaged and bound, in the back of some dead guy’s van. his precious baby all teary-eyed and red faced.

god, and when he gets his hands on you. he’ll teach you exactly why you should never leave his sights…

“…isn’t that right, baby?” he slurred into your ear from behind.

he had your lower half pulled out of the van’s back door. bent over, hands still bound, spit soaked gag dragging against your hardened nipples with every one of his painful thrusts.

“come on use ya’ words…” but you can’t. the only thing escaping your parted lips is a breathless moan of his name.

“simon…”

“at’s right… fuck… say it again.”

“i’ll neve- ah… i’ll- oh fuck… simon…”

he pull you up by your hair, pressing you against his hot chest. slipping his hand around your hip to play casually with your clit.

“don’t you want to cum, princess? or ‘ave ya’ not learned ya’ lesson yet?”

“i have! i have!” you’d cry, fresh tear cascading down your previously damp cheeks.

“please…please simon… i-i wanna cum…”

“you know what to say darlin’” his trusts were relentless. dragging against your cervix with each snap of his hips.

a sob was drawn from your throat before your lips babbled out the words…

“i’ll never leave you again!”

“good job, baby… good girl.” he slurs before dropping his head into your shoulder, as his mouth taking hold of your neck as his thrust became even rougher…

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simon being a toxic asshole with his captain’s daughter <33

price doesn’t even know that his lieutenant visits his home on his leave. Isn’t even aware that when he’s on the phone to you, simon riley is showering in the next room after splitting you open on his fat cock

simon riley is a bad man. horrible, even. respects his captain more than anything. would lay down his life for the old man. they’ve fought together, laughed together, cried and mourned together…

but you? you’re nothing to him. yeah, you’re price’s kid but that’s it. he’d never hurt you, sure. would protect you if your life was in danger. but only because his captain loves you and cares for you

uses you and throws you away everytime. leaves you sniffling and feeling sorry for yourself each time he harshly rejects your advances for any affection. gripping your wrist tightly when you try to touch him or squeezing your jaw to prevent your lips meeting his

“don’t do tha’, don’t want any of tha’ romance bullshit from you.”

when the lads come to visit the house and johnny lets slip about the recruit simon has been bedding in the barracks on deployment, everyone misses the look of absolute devastation that makes its way onto your face

except simon. he notices it but he just quite simply doesn’t care

when he leaves the guest room that price set up for him to use the toilet, he walks past your cracked open door and peeks in to see you curled up against your father’s chest, sobbing into his pajama shirt

“sshhh, love… don’t cry over some stupid lad. not worth the fuss, darlin’…” he coos in your ear, making simon roll his eyes and continue on in his side quest. clearly, you went crying to your dad after finding out that simon was shagging other women

and judging from the fact that price hadn’t laid him out yet, you didn’t mention the ‘lad’ was his best soldier

pulls his phone from his tracksuit bottoms and scrolls down to your unsaved number in his phone, tapping out a message

‘telling on me to your dad? crybaby’

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people will be like "im going on haitus :( idk when ill be back" and then will be reblogging porn by supper

[goldenboydmitri]

sitting here. unkissed. when will it end

[goldenboydmitri]

Happy holidays

Christmas with Ghost

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader

Summery: Simon always hated Christmas, you always loved I but he loves you, so he's willing to celebrate with you on Christmas eve.

It's been a while since I posted but I figured you guys deserve a nice fluffy Christmas pierce with Ghost <3

Word count: 857

You'd been dating Simon for a while, having caught his eye since you joined Task Force 141 as a demolition expert. He loved your explosive personality, they way you cared about everyone no matter what.

You knew and understood that he didn't like christmas, it was one of your favourite holidays and you both respected and understood one another's feelings on the holiday.

Currently, you stood in a safe house, watching as Johnny and Gaz attempted to make a tree they had cut down stand up for you. They had cut the base wonky and were shocked when the tree itself was wonky, but they managed to make it stand.

Price was sat on the edge of the table, fighting with a set of lights you had dug out and trying his best to untangle them. He cursed softly as he pulled a knot tighter.

Simon sat in an armchair by the fire, his mask resting on the arm of the chair as he watched everyone and sipped his large mug of tea.

"Told you it was wonky," Johnny teased Gaz, punching him playfully on the arm.

"I told you to help rather than sit and watch," Gaz argued before the two of them went to help Price.

You turned to Simon, crouching down by him with a concerned expression on your face. He met your eyes with a soft, loving smile, his eyes lit up by the fire.

"How're you feeling, darling?" You asked softly, your hand on his knee.

"Cingulomania," he responded quietly. "Know what it means, luvie?"

You shook your head no, searching his face for any trace of an answer.

"It's... it's a strong desire to hold a person in your arms," he murmured, patting his lap for you as he put his tea down.

You grinned, nodding as you climbed up and sat in his lap, your legs dangling over the arm of the chair. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck with a hum.

His stuble pricked your skin as he held you tight. It felt like home, being on his lip as he held you. After a few long moments of holding you, he kissed your neck before bringing his lips to your ear.

"I love you, ya know?" He grumbled into your ear. It was the first time he'd said it, the first time either of you had even mentioned love.

Your heart melted in your chest, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you cuddled into him. A soft blush filled your cheeks as a grin spread across your face.

"I love you too, Si," you murmured against him.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Price chastised as him, Gaz and Johnny held the now untangled lights across the room. "You joining us with the decorating?"

You hesitated, glancing between Price and Simon for a moment as his hands rested on your hips, gripping your skin.

"Yeah, yeah... we'll be right there, old man," Simon chuckled.

He wanted to decorate with you, to celebrate Christmas with you despite his own reservations with the holiday. He squeezed you again before holding his hand up slightly, helping you stand up before standing next to you.

Johnny and Gaz grinned and chuckled, shoulder barging each other out of the way as they approached the tree with the lights.

Simon laughed as the two men struggled to put lights on the tree, smiling down at you for a moment. He put his hand on the small of your back and pressed a kiss to your temple before pressing on and helping them.

The three of them quarrelled as they attempted to decorate the tree together. Eventually, Price threw some tinsel at them, and the four of them laughed and teased each other as they decorated the tree for you.

You had your arms crossed, a grin on your face as you stood watching them, filled with joy. You noticed Simons jumper, discarded on the armchair and slid it on over the top of your shirt before stepping closer and joining them.

Johnny nearly elbowed you in the head as attempted to put a decoration high up and Simon smacked him in the back of the head playfully before pulling you close.

"You know I loved it when you wear my stuff," He murmured as he kissed where Johnny had elbowed you and snaked his hands around your waist.

Price disappeared off for a moment, returning shortly with an angel ornament for the top of the tree.

"Who wants to finish it all up?" Price grinned, looking between everyone.

"I think it's only fair my angel puts it up," Simon grinned as Price nodded and passed you the decoration.

"Look at 'em, pipsqueak can't reach!" Johnmy chuckled.

Simon grinned as his grip tightened, and he lifted you up, giving you the height you needed to put the angel on the tree before dropping you back to the floor.

"Looks great, everyone," Gaz grinned.

"Best christmas ever," Simon smiled, squeezing you before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you off to bed.

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Late is better than never

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn! Reader

(Angst + fluff)

Kidnapped reader, implied torture, mental break

In which an emotionally destroyed reader gives up after being kidnapped, only to be saved by their Knight in military fatigues.

Hello lovelies, have some cute doctor who inspired angst with a topping of fluff! Been very distracted but I'm trying to get back into writing!

Word count - 569

You sat bound to a chair, your body aching and bleeding. You had been taken hostage half a week ago and so far had seen no sign from anyone in the 141 that you would be rescued, least of all Ghost. Surprisingly, that was what hurt most.

"Tell us, pretty bird, where is your precious Ghost that you promised would come for you?" Your captor chuckled.

"God knows where he is right now but I promise you he is doing whatever the hell he wants and not giving a damn about me," Your voice cracked as you spoke, your head hung low. Tears stung at your eyes. They had broken your spirit. "And I'm just fine with that,"

"Yet you would be here if the roles were reversed," the man chuckled. Footsteps filled the air.

"When you love Ghost, it's like loving the stars themselves. You dont expect a sunset to admire you back!" You chuckled, almost in disbelief that you ever thought he was coming. "And if I ever happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you. My lieutenant is not stupid enough or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me,"

Tears streamed down your face, staining your cheeks as you sobbed. Your heart ached as you knew that every word was the truth. Maybe if you were better. Maybe if you were someone else, he would be here. But never for you.

You were a fool to believe that he would ever come, that any of them would come. You weren't Soap or Gaz. You were just another Sergeant there to help the team. You didn't matter as much as the rest of the team.

Bang. Thud.

The man in front of you fell to the floor, a hole between his eyes before footsteps surrounded you. You felt someone untying you, their hands shaking slightly.

Someone walked around in front of you, crouching before you. Their gloved hand grabbed your chin, his gloved hand, and tilted you head up so that you were looking into those all too familiar warm brown eyes.

"Hello love," Ghost muttered, his voice low.

Before you knew it, your hands and legs had been cut free with a little "there you go lass," from Soap and you fell into Ghost's arms.

Ghost cradled you against himself, one hand tangled with your hair and the other rubbing little circles on your back as he held you close. The cold man held you tight, as if he was scared to lose you... as if you mattered.

"You came," you cried into him, desperately holding onto his vest. It felt as though letting go meant he would disappear.

"I'd have come a lot sooner, but fucking Price wouldn't let me come alone," he chuckled, pressing his lips against your temple.

The act made you look up, staring up at his lips. He'd pulled back his mask for you, just a little, but it meant the world to you. You nuzzled back against his chest. His lips were soft and dry, red from where he had been nervously chewing on them.

"I can't believe dragging me along was enough for him," Soap chuckled. "Old bastard said we shouldn't come back if we dont have you,"

"It's okay," you smiled against Ghost's chest, tracing over the union Jack on his uniform with your thumb. "Late is better than never,"

[goldenboydmitri]

♡Masterlist♡

Hiya cuties! Welcome to my page! This is my masterlist, as up to date as it can be for all you little lovlies!

Call of Duty

(Mostly ghost)

Detroit Become Human

(Mostly Connor)

Overwatch

(Cassidy)

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The characters currently on my page aren't the only ones I'll write for! Ask questions, it'll get answers and maybe fanfics!

I mosty write for a gender neutral reader so that everyone can read it and feel like it's for them and I don't use y/n, it isn't often the characters will actually use a name in my fics as I much prefer pet names/nicknames.

Thank you to everyone who has supported my account! I appreciate and love all of you and I do see you all! I love to see a familiar username or read your guys' reactions to my posts, it makes my day!

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Call of Duty - masterlist

The masterlist of all my COD fanfics!

Ghost

Laughter - falling in love after hearing his laugh for the first time

Love Sick - crushing on your best friend, so passionate you feel sick

I've got you sunshine - sunshine goes to Ghost for comfort, he's got you

Late is better than never - he saves you

Happy Holidays - Christmas with your boyfriend

Sober - he realises he loves you <3

Group pieces

Important meetings - you and Price frequently have 'important meetings' this time, your meeting happens to be interrupted by your favourite shadow. (Price and Graves - 18+!)

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Detroit Become Human masterlist

Connor

Sugar (part one & part two) - Connor gives you some sugar to go with your coffee and takes you out on a date.

Forced love isn't true love - your relationship finally comes to an end

Two detectives, one bed - the good old one bed trope

I love you, you can't - a confession of love that you can hardly believe

I thought I'd lose you - all he needs is you and your comfort

Nail polish - you paint his nails

Late nights - late night sleepy cuddles

Les avoir, c'est avoir les étoiles - he stands up for you and accidently confesses his feelings

Feeling low? - Connor looks after a diabetic reader

I can't do this anymore - being friends isn't enough for you anymore

The way I loved you - regretting the break up

Mistletoe - kissing under mistletoe

Take me with you - meeting up at a 'family' gathering and hitting it off with Connor

Software instability - you are set to replace him when the time comes

Purely circumstantial - fake dating

They're mine - he saves you from a guy chatting you up, taking his claim on you

Party time - you two need cover during a mission

Lip gloss - he's not wearing lipstick

Crushing - he's telling Hank about his feelings

Midnight kisses - late night fluff

Second chances - locked in an elevator with your ex

Cara

Can I get you anything? - surprising your girlfriend at work