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[pastelalchemy]

NEW ACCOUNT!!

hello loves.

i just wanted to jump on here real quick and say i have made a new call of duty account: you can find it here @slvtforsimon

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[pastelalchemy]

when others hear you:

warnings: nsfw.

simon 'ghost' riley stops his movements for a second as he debates whether or not the banging on the wall was on his imagination. when the knocking comes again, he raises an eyebrow and looks down at you. you blush wildly as a man's voice comes from the other side of the wall. "guys, can you please quieten down in there? we're trying to get some sleep here!"

your blush deepened as simon nodded to himself and began to thrust into you again at a slower, quieter pace. simon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and groaned quietly. "fuck you feel so fucking good."

"simon," you whimpered, biting your lip. you were slightly self-conscious now. but as simon thrusted into you harder, and quicker, you lost all sense of self-consciousness. your moans became louder as the pleasure became more and more intense. you dropped your hands from simons neck and began to circle your clit desperately. you cried as you came, hard, over simons cock. after that, it didn't take him long before he was splurting deep inside of you with a guttural groan.

"god, that was amazing," simon whispered, peppering your neck with kisses. "i'm sorry about, y'know," he smiled, nodding his head towards the wall.

"it's okay," you whispered back, a slight moan leaving your lips as he pulled his softening cock out of you. "i shouldn't have been so loud."

"don't be silly," simon chuckled. "i like to know how good i make you feel."

you rolled your eyes and hit simon in the chest playfully. "next time, i'll be quieter, i promise."

"you better not," simon smirked.

you spent the rest of the night curled up in simons arms, ignoring the burning heat that made it's way to your face every time you thought about the small intrusion.

könig becomes extremely shy and immediately pulls out of you. his eyes dart to the wall before darting back to you again, a look of worry on his face. had they heard him moaning? had they heard you moaning? you also seem really embarrassed at the slight intrusion. könig slowly pushes back into you again, making careful and calculated thrusts into your core. his newfound cautiousness to another knock had his thrusts becoming more direct, hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right and had you seeing stars in your vision. "könig, i'm gonna cum," you whimpered. your legs gripped tightly around his waist before slacking again as you began to shake violently at the arrival of your orgasm.

"mein gott, liebe," könig said, a little too loudly alerting the neighbours once more. as he came inside of you, another bang was heard on the wall signalling for the two of you to shut up, louder this time. you looked at each other after your orgasms had washed over you and snickered slightly. könig lay on top of you for a few moments before he rolled off of you, a panting mess next to you. "are you okay, liebe?"

you nod before responding. "i'm okay, slightly embarrassed, but okay."

könig laughed and nodded, acknowledging your feelings and showing that he was feeling the same. he wrapped his arms around you and fell into a deep sleep, with you following behind.

johnny 'soap' mactavish immediately laughs. his movements inside of you stop as he continues to laugh, the banging on the wall continuing to really send the message home that your neighbours could hear the two of you. when johnny finally calms down, his movements are just as fast and erratic as they were prior to the small disturbance. "johnny! s-slow down!" you whimpered, biting your lip in an attempt to hold back your moans.

"let 'em out love," johnny whispered into your ear before bending down and peppering your neck with kisses and soft little bites. you did as he said, letting out your moans quietly as he continued to pound into you. "god i've missed you."

"missed you too johnny," you hiccuped.

johnny angled your hips in a new position as he thrusted, his cock now hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you. you didn't get a chance to warn him before your orgasm washed over you, violently. your entire body went limp underneath him as he continued his sweet assault. within seconds of your cunt clenching around his cock, johnny was cumming, grumbling into your ear with pleasure.

"oh my god!" you cried out, feeling him shoot deep inside of you.

"i'm not god," johnny managed to joke as he pulled out of you, cum dripping down your thigh.

"i wouldn't be so sure," you mumbled, laying your head on his chest.

"do you think the neighbours will be mad at us?" johnny asked after a few moments of silence.

you shrugged. "i doubt it, they know you've been gone for a while. what did they expect me to do when my husband came home? stare at the wall and not fuck him?"

he couldn't help but laugh at your rhetorical question as his fingers traced your arm. "you need to go to sleep," he cooed to you.

"no, i must stay awake a little while longer," you groaned, your eyes already fluttering closed from your tiredness.

"sleep angel," he whispered, stroking your arm.

johnny continued to stroke your arm until you fell asleep before he got up and wrote an apology letter that he would post to the neighbours when you went to work tomorrow. he felt bad for keeping them up, he really did, but at the same time he didn't realise just how much he needed you.

john price does not halt his movements at all as the bangs come from the other side of the wall. his hands just grip your hips tighter, pleasure building in his balls as he pounded into you at a brutal speed. it had been weeks since he had seen you. you didn't even get a chance to say hello before he was pulling your trousers down in the middle of the living room. "john, t-the neighbours we need to - ah!" you cried out, throwing your head back.

"what love?" he asked, teasing you.

"we should be quiet," you managed to get out.

john shook his head, hips still thrusting as he spoke. "not a chance sweetheart."

your face flushed red from embarrassment as the banging on the living room wall continued. john's speed began to match the banging before he slowed down completely. you were on the brink of orgasm and he knew it, denying you your sweet release to keep this going just a little longer. eventually, after a few moments of your whining and mewling, john's pace picked back up again pushing you over the edge. you gripped the back of the sofa desperately as you came, legs shaking as you did. john looked down at your shaking legs and smirked to himself before silently giving himself the go-ahead to cum. you felt him shoot deep inside of you, your cunt milking every last drop of him. after a few moments the two of you sat on the sofa, panting, before you finally broke the silence. "d-do you want a cup of tea?" you asked, pulling your trousers back up.

john shook his head before replying, "coffee please," and making his way out of the house swiftly.

you didn't question him, thinking he was going to bring the bins up the path or something, but after a while you looked out of the window to see where he was. you saw john on the neighbours doorstep, talking to the neighbour. your face flushed with embarrassment again as the neighbour turned to look in your general direction. you moved away from the window and went back to making johns coffee before he came back in. it's safe to say, you can't ever look at your neighbours again.

phillip graves is similar to john and continues his movements. he's shameless. phillip is forcing you to scream his name, fingers gripped tightly around your throat as your voice gives in on you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. it's late, too late to be fucking, but phillip simply needed you when he woke up in the middle of the night. your screams had woken the whole barracks, inevitably, but phillip liked that: having people know how good he fucked you at stupid o'clock had him so fucking hard.

his tip was already leaking pre-cum before he had even managed to slip himself so deliciously inside of you. he was trying so hard not to cum before you. his movements were rough, callous and calculated as he looked down on you. watching as your facial expressions morphed through a million emotions. he couldn't help the loud moan of your name that escaped his lips as he watched you underneath him. he placed two fingers in your mouth and continued to thrust as you sucked on them. "i'm not going to last much longer sweet," he groaned, southern accent drawling out with every last bit of pleasure you were pulling from him.

"i'm so close phillip," you nodded, gagging around his fingers. you dropped your hand to your legs and circled your clit, pushing yourself as far as you could before you were clenching around phillip's cock.

"good girl," he groaned. his head was spinning as he felt you get tighter around him. "can i cum baby?" he asked quietly, not wanting the whole barracks to know he liked to ask for permission. you didn't reply with words, just nodded enthusiastically with half-lidded eyes. you were just ignoring the loud bangs that came, begging for the two of you to stop. as soon as you gave phillip the go-ahead to cum, he was painting the inside of your walls white until he was leaking out of you. he let out a loud moan as he did, burying his head into the crook of your neck in an attempt to silence himself. "fuck."

"fuck indeed," you whimpered as he pulled out of you.

he shiver slightly at the loss of heat around his cock, looking down at you with love in his eyes. he kissed you softly before flopping down next to you breathing rapidly. "that was amazing."

you nodded and jumped as one last bang was heard followed by a soldiers voice shouting angrily, "are you two finished yet?"

"go back to sleep soldier!" phillip shouted back. then there was silence.

"'m tired," you yawned.

phillip kissed the top of your head and smiled softly. "go to sleep, i'll clean you up."

you didn't need telling and within minutes of closing your eyes, you were in a deep sleep. true to his word, phillip cleaned you up and it was the last thing you felt before falling asleep. phillip lay next to you, his mind winding down for him to go back to sleep. he knew he'd get a lot of complaints in the morning, but it was worth it to fuck you.

a/n: been a while, but i had this thought and just had to do it.

tag list: @sarahs-secrets2 @alewesker

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[pastelalchemy]

"oh fuck, do that again"

warnings: nsfw.

simon 'ghost' riley couldn't help but moan at the way your tongue licked a stripe up his cock, which stood strong to attention. you swirled your tongue around his tip, causing simon to shudder violently with pleasure. "oh fuck, do that again," he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes at the feeling of your tongue on his shaft. you nodded and obliged in his request, your tongue licking circles around his plump red head. you moaned around his cock as simon grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing his length further down your throat. tears prickled at your eyes as you gagged. this was all simon needed to push him over the edge as he came, thick ropes painting the inside of your mouth. you looked up at simon with doe eyes and swallowed every last drop he had to offer. when you pulled off his cock, simon looked down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. "that's my girl," he whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

könig let out a shaky moan as you rode his thigh, big hands grasping your hips and helping your movements. despite hardly touching him, könig's cock was a stiff as it had ever been as he watched you, eyes wide with lust. you bucked your hips against him, your slick covering the hairs on his thigh. "oh fuck, do that again," he whimpered, continuing to help you. you nodded, bucking your hips against him once more, a moan emitting from könig's throat. his eyes continued to widen even more as you reached your orgasm, clit bumping against his skin. it sent you over the edge. you moaned loudly as you came, legs shaking violently as you did. you came to a halt on his thigh, body convulsing with ecstasy as your spend rippled through you. when you came down from your orgasm, you looked at könig with a huge smile on your face.

"thank you," you whispered, crawling off of him and settling down on the bed to go to sleep.

just as you were about to drift off, könig rolled on top of you. "i'm not finished with you just yet., liebe."

johnny 'soap' mactavish groaned as your hand worked to jerk him off languidly. you had just woken up to feel his erection pressed against your backside and had immediately worked on helping him relieve some tension. johnny bucked his hips up against your hand in attempt to have you quicken your pace, something you smirked about. you twisted your hand as you moved up and down on his length, biting your bottom lip with excitement as you watched the pre-cum drool down the tip. “oh fuck, do that again,” johnny moaned, his hips bucking up desperately now. you smirked again continuing your movements as you jerked him off, twisting your hand as you did. your movements were rapid and had johnny squirming underneath you. with a few more pumps of your first, thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip and onto his stomach and your hand. “‘m sorry love,” he whispered breathily into your lips.

“dont be johnny,” you smiled with a wink. “you can make it up to me later.”

john price smirked as you writhed underneath him. his tongue lapped at your clit, desperate to have you come undone on his tongue. your hands gripped at the bedsheets as your orgasm closed in on you, the tightening in your stomach almost becoming too much. but john didn’t stop, he kept going; finger fucking you and lapping you up all at once. the sensations were overwhelming. within minutes he had you cumming all over him, squirting from your hole. john stopped his movement on your clit and looked at you, eyes wide with amazement. “oh fuck, do that again,” he groaned, diving back into your cunt. let’s just say it wasn’t the last time you squirted over him that night, and john was loving it.

phillip graves grasped your hips desperately as he pounded into you. this was your second time going at it tonight and phillip just couldn't get enough of you. you backed yourself up against him, forcing him to hit that spot deep inside of you repeatedly, it had you seeing stars. "oh fuck, do that again," he whispered into your ear. you moaned in response, repeating the motion over and over again as he continued hitting that sweet spot. "oh god, i'm gonna cum," he groaned, throwing his head back and pounding into you repeatedly until he came, and hard, inside of you for the second time tonight. "that was amazing," he whispered, pressing kisses to your bare back as he pulled out of you.

"it really was," you agreed, turning over and laying down, closing your eyes.

phillip smiled at you and lay down next to you, holding you close into his arms. "give me a few hours and i'll be ready for round three and we're definitely doing that again," he grinned pressing a kiss to your forehead. you groaned in response and rolled your eyes, laughing slightly. god this man would be the death of you.

a/n || just a little dialogue prompt i saw and ran with it.

commissions are open here! i do write fics if you're interested!

tag list: @sarahs-secrets2 @alewesker

[pastelalchemy]

your first date:

warnings: none.

simon 'ghost' riley took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner. he made sure everything was perfect, even booking out a private room so the two of you could have conversations without anybody listening in.

when he first saw you, simon's breath hitched in his throat at how beautiful you looked. you were wearing a floral sun dress and had your hair styled so perfectly, simon could have sworn you were an angel sent down from heaven. "you look beautiful," he whispered to you, holding out his arm for you to take.

you blushed, muttering a silent 'thank you' before wrapping your arm around his own and walking into the restaurant.

simon pulled the waiter aside and whispered something before the two of you were directed into a side room. although the room was small, it was beautiful and elegantly decorated, a single table for two in the middle of the room. "here you are," the waiter said, pulling out your chair and motioning for you to sit down.

you smiled at the waiter and sat down, watching as simon sat down too and the waiter disappear. "this is beautiful," you smiled softly at simon.

"you deserve the best," simon replied, taking a menu from the middle of the table and passing it to you.

"you're going to make me blush," you said, taking the menu from him and scanning the pages. you already knew what you wanted, it was your favourite restaurant of course, but you pretended to look anyway as to seem so eager.

finally the waiter returned to take your food and drink order, disappearing and reappearing promptly with your glass of wine and beer for simon. "food shall be with you momentarily," the waiter said. you both nodded.

"so, simon," you said, sipping your wine. "what do you do for work?"

simon looked away from you awkwardly as if you had just asked an extremely scandalous question but cleared his throat and answered. "i'm in the military."

"oh," you said, placing your wine on the table. "i suppose there's nothing much you can tell me about your job then?" simon nodded his head, gulping his beer. "don't worry simon, i understand."

"you do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"of course," you replied, the ghost of a smile spreading across your lips.

the two of you continued talking throughout the night, eating your food and ordering more drinks: all-in-all having a great time. the two of you talked a lot about your life since there wasn't much simon could tell you about himself. but, simon was more interested in hearing about your life than talking about his anyway.

when you had finished your food and packed up on the drinks, simon looked at your pink-plush cheeks and grinned. "you ready to head home?" he asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you.

"but i'm having such a good time," you responded with a pout, but taking his hand and standing up.

"well if it's okay with you, i'd like to take you out again," simon said, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"i'd like that," you replied softly. you realised you were still holding his large hand and let go slowly, letting your hand drop to your side nervously.

"come," he said leading you out of the small room. he paid the rather large bill and waited outside for a taxi. as you were waiting he noticed you shiver silently to yourself. "cold?" he asked, eyeing you up and down.

"a little," you replied, wrapping your arms around yourself. "i should have brought a coat."

"here, take mine."

before you could even protest, simon had taken off his coat and wrapped it around your frame. you immediately melted into the warmth and whispered "thank you."

"it's no trouble."

when the taxi arrived, you and simon funnelled in, quickly putting your seatbelts on. simon gave your address to the driver and within a few minutes you were parked outside your house. the two of you climbed out of the taxi and simon walked you to your door. you turned on your heels and placed your hands on his broad chest, smiling up at him. "i had a wonderful time tonight, ghost," you said, mocking his nickname.

"as did i," he replied. you went to take off his coat and hand it back, but the giant shook his head causing you to frown.

"it's your coat!" you exclaimed.

"yeah but, if you keep it, i know i'll see you again," simon smirked, winking at you.

"you'll definitely be seeing me again, simon," you smiled. you pressed your lips to his cheeks and turned back to your door, unlocking it. "i'll see you soon."

"see you soon y/n," simon smiled, watching as you walked safely into your home and lock the door behind you. simon's heart was racing as he turned off your porch and began to walk himself home.

könig took you out on a picnic at the park. it was the height of summer so it was lovely and warm outside, a slight breeze settled in the air. although it was 9pm, the sun was still shining overhead as the two of you found a secluded spot near a lake and laid out the picnic blanket. "i hope it is to your liking?" könig asked, looking you up and down as you settled yourself on the blanket.

"are you kidding? it's perfect!" you exclaimed, looking through the picnic basket at all the goodies he had brought.

könig couldn't help but blush and smile at your enthusiasm. "i am glad."

you giggled at his shy nature and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him down to sit next to you. "get comfortable," you said to him.

"yes ma'am," he replied nervously, his body relaxing slightly as you smiled at him.

being an extremely shy person in general was difficult for könig, but being around you, well, just seemed to make him shyer. you picked up on this immediately, placing a hand on his and smiling at him softly. "don't be so nervous," you cooed.

"y-yes ma'am," he stuttered, causing you to laugh.

"and stop calling me ma'am," you teased poking your tongue out at him.

"sorry y/n," he smiled at you.

his smile made your heart flutter and you swiftly removed your hand from his and began to dig around the picnic basket. "what to have first," you mused, fingers dancing along all the sweet treats placed neatly inside.

"anything you want, liebe," he whispered, watching as your beautiful eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

"what does that mean?" you asked, taking a bite of chocolate.

"what?"

"liebe?" you asked, swallowing down the chocolate and looking up at him.

"oh," he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "means love."

"that's so sweet," you blushed. it was then that könig slipped his hand back into yours, lacing your fingers together. both of your hearts were beating rapidly at this out-going but neither of you said anything. instead, you rested your head on his shoulder and watched as the world went by, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you.

it was 11pm when you decided it best to head home, your hand was still laced with könig's as you both stood up. it really was peaceful outside and as the stars set overhead, you didn't want to be anywhere else. you slipped your hand out of his for a moment while you folded up the picnic blanket and placed it back inside the basket. all the while könig watched you, a soft smile on his face when you laced your fingers back with his.

"did you have a good time liebe?" he asked.

"it was perfect," you replied as you both began to stroll back to your home.

"would you maybe like to do it again sometime? maybe, something different?" he asked nervously, refusing to look at you while you answered.

you giggled at his nervousness once more and responded. "i'd love too."

könig breathed a sigh of relief at your answer, "gut, gut."

you blushed as he mumbled his response in german and continued to walk along park. it wasn't long before you reached your house, könig walking you to your front door before taking the picnic basket off of you - you had insisted you carry it home. "thank you könig," you whispered, dropping your hand out of his and placing it on his shoulder. "i had a wonderful time."

"me too," he breathed heavily at your touch, his face heating up. "i will see you again soon?"

"yes please," you said, dropping your hand from his shoulder and turning to unlock your front door. "stay in contact, yeah?" you smiled.

"of course," könig replied, watching as you stepped into your front door. "have a good night y/n."

"you too, liebe," you smirked, closing the door.

könig's face was bright red at this point at your attempt to speak german. he he turned around and began to walk to his house all while a smile sat on his face.

johnny 'soap' mactavish took you to the movies to see a film you had been dying to see for ages. he picked you up from your house in his car and had a bouquet of flowers ready to hand to you. when you opened the door and saw him, your eyes lit up, taking the flowers gently and muttering a shy 'thank you' before inviting him in.

you put the flowers in a vase and turned to johnny with a smile on your face. "i'm ready," you said.

johnny just nodded and offered his arm out to you, which you so graciously took. walking you to his car, johnny finally spoke. "you look beautiful."

you looked down at your casual clothes and blushed. "you don't look so bad yourself johnny." the car ride to the cinema, although short, was filled with laughter and catching up on how your week had been.

when you arrived, you funnelled out of the car quickly, waiting as johnny locked it before offering you his arm again. you took it and walked into the cinema, collecting your tickets, a large drink to share and loads of sweets treats. "are you excited?" he asked as you found your seats.

you nodded eagerly, "hell yeah! i've been waiting to see this film for ages! i think you'll like it too," you replied.

you watched the trailers and engaged in chit-chat while waiting for the actual movie to start. johnny listened intensely as you explained the plot of the movie, nodding his head in understanding. "sounds good," he said, stuffing his face with some sweets. you giggled and turned your attention to the final trailer, turning your phone off as to not be disturbed during the movie.

half-way through the movie, although you were enjoying it, you found yourself getting tired and so, you rested your head on johnny's shoulder. he looked down at you, eyes widened slightly, but relaxed as you nuzzled your head into him. "you okay?" he asked in a hush whisper.

"i'm good, just tired," you replied with a yawn.

"wanna go home?" he asked, looking down at you.

you shook your head and pouted, "no, now shh and watch the movie." johnny found himself chuckling at your childish antics before turning his attention back to the movie, watching with great interest.

when the movie finished, you stood up from your seat and looked down at johnny who stayed sitting down. "wasn't that amazing!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air.

"it was half decent actually," johnny smirked, standing up.

"just half decent?" you asked narrowing your eyes. "you don't know good films when you see one," you grinned pushing him lightly.

"let's get you home," johnny smiled softly at you, holding his hand out for you to take this time. you blushed at his gesture but took his hand and walked out of the cinema.

the car ride back was filled with chatter once more. you didn't want this date to end, but unfortunately it had too. when you parked up outside your house, johnny looked at you with soft eyes. "i had a great time," you said, looking deeply into his eyes. "even if you didn't enjoy the movie."

johnny's mouth hung open at your words and he laughed slightly. "i never said i didn't enjoy it," he protested. "i said it was half decent."

"we both know what that means mactavish," you grinned, turning to look at your door. you let out a soft sigh before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "i really did have a good time."

"me too," he responded.

you leaned over the seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him almost too stunned to speak. "i'll see you again?" you asked hopefully.

"i'd be sad if you said no to another date," he smirked causing you to blush.

"next time, you can choose what we do," you both agreed silently as johnny nodded at you. "goodnight."

"sleep well y/n," johnny said, watching as you climbed out of the car and walk towards your door. he waited until you were in before driving off, thinking about where to take you on your next date.

john price took you to a coffee shop, one where you didn't work. you met at the coffee shop and immediately his face lit up when he saw you walking towards him. "glad you could make it," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace.

"i'm glad too," you smiled.

"you want some coffee? one you don't have to make?" he joked, walking into the coffee shop with you trailing behind him.

"sounds lovely," you replied, giving him your order.

"great, you grab us a seat and I'll be back with the coffees."

you grabbed a seat for two by the window and watched as john gave the cashier your order. it wasn't long before he was making his way to the table, two drinks in hand.

"here you go," he smiled, popping your drink in front of you.

"thank you john. hold on i have the money in my purse," you said, reaching into your bag to fish out some coins.

"no need," john chuckled, causing you to stop in your tracks, a shocked expression on your face. "this is a date, y/n. it's on me."

you blushed profusely as you put your purse back in your bag. "sorry, i just feel bad."

"don't," he said simply.

you eyed him wearily but realised he was being serious. your facial expression softened as he smiled at you. "so," you said, attempting to change the conversation. "how have you been?" you asked awkwardly.

"can't complain," he replied with a smirk. "yourself?"

"good," you responded.

the two of you talked for the rest of the date, laughing and making jokes. you quickly found out there was a lot of chemistry between you and john, something you had been yearning for for a long time. when the sun started to set, john offered to walk you home. naturally, you said yes, and the two of you began walking back to your apartment. it was a lovely walk, not too hot, not too cold and the company was much appreciated. as you reached your home, john turned to you.

"would you maybe like to go out on a second date?" he asked, looking down at the ground.

"i'd love that," you smiled as the two of you walked to your front door. "i guess this is goodnight."

"i guess it is," john repeated, a slight snicker in his voice.

"goodnight john," you said before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. he stammered out a goodnight and watched you head inside before turning his back. he let out a soft laugh as he thought back to the kiss you had gave him on the cheek before he began to make his own way home, whistling a tune of joy as he did.

phillip graves took you to the fanciest restaurant he could think of. he was all about trying to impress you immediately, and impressed you were. when you walked into the establishment, your jaw dropped as you looked from the chandeliers hanging from the ceilings to the exotic paintings on the walls. "phillip," you whispered, trying to grab his attention. "are we in the right place?" you asked, eyes wide with amazement.

phillip couldn't help but chuckle. "of course," his southern accent had you hanging on every word he said. the two of you waited a few moments to be seated and eventually were placed at the back of the restaurant, away from the noise.

"this is exquisite," you mumbled as you sat down.

"not almost as exquisite as you," Phillip responded.

a blush rose to your cheeks at his words and you giggled like a school girl. "thank you, phillip."

"not a problem doll," he winked at you. it was then that you both looked over the menu before ordering and waiting for food. "so y/n," phillip spoke, cutting the silence between you. "tell me about yourself."

and so you did. you told phillip all about your life: your job, your passions, you told him absolutely everything. and in return, he told you as much as he could about himself. you were interrupted momentarily when food was brought to you, but you immediately got back to the conversation at hand.

you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by phillip as the date went on. you wanted to know more about him, but he told you that you had to go on a few more dates with him before he truly opened up to you. you couldn’t help but smile as he said those words, knowing he wanted another date made you beyond happy.

when the time came to say goodbye, phillip was disappointed. he had really enjoyed his time with you, but was already planning your next extravagant escapade. “i had fun tonight,” you smiled at him softly.

“that makes two of us doll,” phillip smiled, his face leaning in closer to yours. you felt your heart leap through your throat as he pressed his lips to yours softly, albeit quickly, before pulling away. “see you again, Y/N.”

you blushed as you made your way into your house, touching your fingertips against your lips. you waved him goodbye before closing your door and slumping into it, a huge goofy grin on your face.

a/n || hey guys, i got a little too excited with simon and könig's first dates hah - i hope that you guys like this!

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[pastelalchemy]

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scenario's {ft simon riley, könig, johnny mactavish, john price, phillip graves}:

how you met.

your first date.

"oh fuck, do that again." 🌶️

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[pastelalchemy]

how you met:

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simon 'ghost' riley met you at a bar he frequently visited with the men when they were off deployment. you were sat at the bar surrounded by a bunch of your lady friends, drinking and chatting, when suddenly your eyes met his. you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away, captivated by the masked man. simon continued to look at you, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and swig your drink before ordering another one, giggling with your friends. you thought about walking over to the masked man, thought about introducing yourself, but you decided against it. he probably always gets females throwing themselves at him. soap had noticed the object of simon's stare and smirked before whispering "why don't you just go over and say hi."

plucking up the courage, simon downed his whisky before slowly, and unsurely, making his way over to you. he was half-way there when he noticed your friend watching him before bending over to you and whispering something. you turned your head to look at simon, smile lighting up your face. he thought about turning around and cutting his losses, but you stood up and walked the remainder of the way, meeting him. "hi," you said softly, holding your hand out. "i'm y/n."

"simon," he replied, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. "but you can call me ghost."

"ghost huh?" you asked with a tipsy giggle. "i like that."

you sat at the other end of the bar for the rest of your time at the bar, talking with simon. when you had to go, you pulled a tiny notepad out of your handbag, scribbling your number on it and giving it to the man infront of you. "text me," you whispered, before turning around to meet up with the rest of your friends and leaving the establishment. simon looked down at the piece of paper with your number on it and he hoped that it was legitimate.

könig met you at a supermarket. he was shopping for the essentials and wasn't looking where he was going, when all of a sudden his shopping trolley ran into yours. "verzeihen sie mir," he whispered, looking at you apologetically.

"huh?" you asked, tilting your head.

"forgive me," he translated, a shy blush creeping up on his cheeks as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"it's okay, happens all the time," you smiled politely. your words put könig at ease and he felt like he could finally breathe. "are you german?" you asked, taking note of the german language used upon his apology.

"austrian," he corrected you quietly.

"sorry," you responded, a blush now spreading across your cheeks. "do you come here often?" you asked. könig nodded, unsure of what exactly to say. his face was flushed red with embarrassment but he watched as you continued to grab your shopping items off the shelves, occasionally looking over to him. "it's a good supermarket," you said randomly, trying to make small-talk with the man who loomed over you. "as far as supermarkets go anyway."

the man chuckled and nodded, "ja, as far as supermarkets go," he repeated.

"i've always wanted to learn german," you admitted, just letting your brain do all the talking as the two of you began walking through the aisles together.

"i could teach you," he said.

your eyes lit up, glistening with excitement. "really?" the man nodded in response. "my name is y/n by the way," you said, realising you had never told him your name.

"könig," he replied.

"would you... like my number?" you asked sheepishly, looking könig in the eyes. the man nodded, face still flushed with embarrassment as he realised you were coming on to him. you smiled softly and ripped a piece of paper off the bottom of your shopping list and wrote down your number. nervously, you handed him the piece of paper. "text me?" you asked, hopefully.

"i will liebe," he said as he took the piece of paper off of you and stuffing it into his pocket. and with that, you said your goodbyes and went off to purchase your groceries.

johnny 'soap' mactavish, like simon, met you in a bar. you were sitting by the bar all alone, seemingly downing your sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. from the moment johnny had walked in, he had a feeling that he should keep an eye on you. it was obvious by your red-eyes that you had been crying, and johnny didn't want any of the men in the bar trying to take advantage of you. he watched as the bartended poured you drink after drink and admired the way in which you downed them.

it wasn't long before someone was stalking over to you, starting up a conversation. johnny felt himself tense as the man placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. he drowned out all conversations in the bar and focused on yours.

"you should come home with me," the man slurred to you.

you shook your head and wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as you spoke, "no thank you."

"aweh why not sweetie?" the man continued to press.

"i'm happy here," you replied. "besides, i'm waiting for someone." it was obviously a lie, and the man bothering you knew that.

"i can wait until whoever you're waiting for shows up," the man slurred, taking a seat awfully close to you.

"that's not needed," you said, shifting away as the man came closer to you.

johnny did what a real gentleman would do. he couldn't sit back and let this drunken creep harass you. so, he pushed up his chest and stormed over to you a smile on his face. "there you are! i'm so sorry i'm late."

you whipped your head round to face johnny who sent you a subtle wink, letting you know he was only trying to help you out. you breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. "don't worry about it," you replied. "sorry, i have to go."

you turned to the drunken man next to you who simply grumbled in response as you walked away with johnny. you sat down across from johnny in the booths and smiled at him. "thank you so much," you said, taking a deep shaky breath as you looked at him.

"don't mention it," johnny replied, taking a sip of his drink. "truth be told i've had my eye on you since i walked in. thought someone was bound to try and bother you at some point."

you felt your face heat up at his comment, a warmth spread across your stomach knowing he was looking out for you. "i'm y/n," you smiled, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of your drink.

"johnny, but you can call me soap," he smirked. "let me walk you home?"

"i'd like that," you smiled. you and johnny stood up and made your way out of the bar and to your home. when you finally made it to your apartment, you turned to johnny with a look of appreciation across your face. "thank you."

"it's no worries," he smiled back at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"would you like to come in?" you asked awkwardly, unsure of the social etiquette for people who protect you from drunken men in the bar.

johnny shook his head "no it's alright, i better head home myself, but thank you."

he was about to turn around and walk away when you opened your mouth, "johnny," you said. "would you, maybe, like my number?" johnny couldn't stop the smirk spreading across his face. he hadn't done all of this just to get your number, but he wasn't going to say no. he fished his phone out of his pocket and passed it to you. you texted yourself and handed him back the phone before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "thank you again," you smiled.

"don't mention it," he replied. "have a good night, y/n."

"have a goodnight, soap."

john price met you at a coffee shop. you were the barista, working behind the counter and serving people their coffee and food. this was a particular coffee shop john had never been too before, and he wondered why. the atmosphere inside was overwhelmingly beautiful. he waited in line to get his coffee and when it was his turn, you looked at him with sparkling eyes that made his breath get caught in his throat. "what can i get for you today?" you asked sweetly, your voice dripping with honey. john's mind went blank momentarily before he snapped himself out of it, ordering a coffee to-go. you nodded with a smile and quickly made his order. with that you bid him a goodbye, not expecting to see him again.

but john returned. not only was the coffee possibly the best he's ever had, but he had to admit that he thought you were beautiful and the main reason for his constant return. he became a regular at the small coffee shop, had learnt your name was y/n and that you were the manager there. on this particular day, john was feeling bold, very bold. he walked in and greeted you with a smile "good morning y/n."

"good morning john," you smiled back, waving as you made the other peoples orders. when you got to him, you leaned over the counter, "what can i get you today john, the usual?"

"yeah," he replied, biting his bottom lip before adding. "with a side of your number."

you chuckled and began making his order, writing your phone number on the side of his cup. when you had finished john's order, you passed it to him. "here you go, a regular with a side of my number."

john was slightly taken back that his lame pick-up line worked, but took the coffee nonetheless. "thanks y/n, you'll be hearing from me soon," he said before turning on his heels and leaving.

"i'll hold you to that!" you called out with a smile as he left.

phillip graves met you at a charity event. you were general shepherd's daughter and were the co-host of a charity event hosted by your father. when phillip walked in, his eyes automatically found you. you were dressed lavishly and stood by your fathers side, thanking everyone for coming as they entered.

he walked over to you and your father, making himself known. "general shepherd," he said, nodding towards your father before turning his attention to you. "and you are?" he asked politely, turning on his southern charm.

"my name is y/n," you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake. "i'm general shepherd's daughter."

phillip was slightly taken back by this, but took your hand and pressed his lips against the top. you blushed lightly as he kissed your hand. "my name is phillip graves," he introduced himself, slowly putting your hand down to rest at your side.

"lovely to meet you," you smiled softly.

"the pleasure is all mine darlin'," he whispered back and with that, he waltzed off to mingle with the crowed.

throughout the night, phillip continued catching your eye. either you caught him staring, or he caught you staring. before you knew it, you were in a game of cat and mouse as phillip tried to get you alone. eventually, phillip caught you, grasping your arm gently and pulling you onto a balcony. "hi phillip," you breathed innocently, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.

"hey gorgeous," he smirked with a wink. "how's your night goin'?"

"as good as formal events can be," you replied with a slight laugh.

phillip smirked at your sense of humour and let go of your arm. "you look lovely," he said, gazing into your eyes.

"you don't look so bad yourself, mr graves," you replied flirtatiously. "i must head back inside now but here," you said holding out a napkin. "i thought you'd corner me eventually. here's my number."

"why thank you darlin'," he grinned, taking the napkin and admiring the numbers scrawled over it before placing it into his tuxedo pocket.

"hope to hear from you soon, phillip," you smiled before turning around and walking back into the charity event, leaving phillip alone on the balcony.

a/n || hey guys, i hope you liked this first little cod scenario, there'll be plenty more where this came from. requests are currently closed but due to financial difficulties my commissions are open (here) - so if there's something you'd like to see, feel free to send in a commission!

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