#simon ghost riley x christine riot vega

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.

Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)

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“It’s too tall.”

“Or, maybe you’re too short.”

Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.

“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”

“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”

Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.

“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”

“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”

Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.

While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.

Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.

Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.

“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”

“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”

“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.

“You don’t?” Riot smirks.

“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.

“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”

“Like that?” he asks.

“Like that,” she confirms.

After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.

“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”

“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.

But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?

Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.

Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.

She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.

“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.

“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”

He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.

“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.

“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”

Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.

“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.

“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”

“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”

He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.

“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.

“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Ghost's text message to Riot: Hey lovie, look what I pulled from the rubble. OMW to camp, pup is ok, just filthy

Riot: 😍 puppy

Ghost: We can't keep it

Riot: 😍😍

Ghost: Lovie, no

[nrdmssgs]

Christine 'Riot' Vega belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot Commissions open. Here is my portfolio with prices.

[mistydeyes]

Hi! I'd like to request something about my OC and Ghost. I'm writing a fanfic about my OC, and to know her better I'll link my headcanons to her https://www.tumblr.com/gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot/718834905462751232/sergeant-christine-riot-vega-task-force-141?source=share

I'm feeling a bit down with life and my fic so I thought I'd request something about them to cheer me up. Of course feel free to not answer or not do it, it's perfectly ok!

If you decide to do it, I'd prefer something fluff/smut (smutty fluff? fluffy smutt? :D ). My fic is a slow burn and although there are signs (and I have their first kiss already written), I'd love to see something with them already established. In my head, although both are deeply traumatised (both having undergone torture and lost their families) their relationship is surprisingly healthy.

Again, should you have other questions, or just discard this completely, it's completely fine. Thank you for reading!

This is my first time writing something like this but it was so fun! Literally love a good fluffy smut ;) Please go check out their OC! The amount of detail they put into it is amazing :)

a scarlet red dress

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summary: Inspired by @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot and their OC, Sgt. Christine "Riot" Vega There are a myriad of whispers that plague the relationship between Ghost and Riot but many don't know what they do at home. What starts off as a slow morning, eventually turns into one of passion and muffled moans.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC!

warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD (18+ only please), swearing, sexual descriptions

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The Lieutenant and the Sergeant, a duo known for their fierceness in battle and for taking out targets before they even saw what was coming. Whispers flowed through the ranks of the two masked soldiers and Price smiled when he heard them. Although he had only taken her on due to the praise of Soap, she had quickly proven herself to be worthy of marching alongside the 141.

Along with the rumors of their position, whispers also floated around about their trysts outside of the unit. At first, it started with crude comments from all genders about their relationship status but soon they divulged into some observations keen recruits made. "Did you see Lt. Riley has a ring as a necklace? I saw it yesterday in training." "Nah how about Sgt. Vega, look at her left hand there's a tan line from having a ring on it." While their relationship was only known to their squad, it was clear that everyone had some suspicions.

Simon and Christine didn't care, they both had experienced the crude gossip in their time. What many people got wrong was the idea that Riot and Ghost had 1. been married for years and 2. were lovesick puppies on and off base. Ever since they first met, Christine and Simon were both content with a relationship that was slow, painstakingly slow. Even when the idea of marriage was proposed, it seemed like a formality as they acted as one unit together. They also both were not ones to put their entire love story on display, if you were a recruit you would just think they were close colleagues.

Regardless of all of that, Simon and Christine did share some tender moments while on leave. Most of the time, it was filled with silence and reading as they struggled to adjust to a calm home instead of an active warzone.

As Christine finished another chapter of her book, she closed it gently and laid herself on Simon’s chest. She held his face gently as she saw his dark eyes flick around the words on the page. The sun shone into the room and she admired the way he looked in this light. His hair and stubble appeared perfect against his skin and she ran her fingers along his chin. He placed a protective hand on her back and continued to read his novel. “Do you ever get bored of this routine?” Christine asked and Simon glanced down at his wife. “Can’t say that I do,” he replied curtly and went back to whatever chapter he was on.

“Simon, let’s do something spontaneous,” she suggested and quickly grabbed the book out of his large hands. He looked at her questioningly as she thought of a nice activity for them. She peered at the window and noticed the sun shining brilliantly in the England spring warmth and decided on her plan. “A picnic,” she whispered. “You can’t be serious,” he replied as he looked at her incredulously. She only nodded in response and went to their bedroom to change.

Christine’s closet was barren, only having a few outfits and such. That wasn’t a surprise for both her and Simon as soldiers tended to travel light. She flipped through a couple of options before she found what she was looking for. A scarlet red sundress. The reddened linen contrasted with her skin perfectly and it was something she wasn’t used to wearing. She pulled it out gently and inspected it for any wrinkles. Finding none, she changed into the fabric and examined herself in the mirror. It had been a dress she wore on one of her first “dates” with Simon and it still fit perfectly against her muscular form.

She smoothed out the ankle length dress and smiled at herself. As she turned to walk to the kitchen, Simon was standing in the door frame. “Fucking hell!” she yelled as she was caught by surprise. She took a gasp of breath as Simon stared at her, a new hunger in his eyes. He looked like a bull as he eyed the red fabric lustfully. “I have a better idea than the picnic,” he said and slowly closed the door behind him.

Christine slowly approached him and they met in front of the bed. He quickly went to grab her waist and bring him closer to her. “I love that color on you,” he said, huskily, and gently kissed her. What started as a soft moment eventually divulged into a whirlwind of hungry kisses and muffled moans. Christine’s hands flew to Simon’s back as she tugged gently on his grey t-shirt. He similarly grabbed her thighs and explored the exposed area underneath her dress. After breathless moments, he held on to her thighs and picked her up to place her on the bed.

As Christine eyed her husband, he looked at her splayed on their duvet. Her blonde hair laid perfectly on the cream sheets and her dress added a sensual pop of color to the bed. He took off his shirt to reveal his chiseled figure as Christine eyed him lustfully. He gently got on top of her and moved the hem of her dress to reveal her dripping to his touch.

“May I?” he asked and she flirtatiously pushed his head lower and lower. She gasped when Simon teasingly blew cold air on her flushed core and pushed her long legs together in response. “I want to see all of you, Doll,” he commanded and put his hands on her ankles to expose her.

He slowly got on his knees and pulled her thighs to the edge of the bed. Christine was shocked at the action but Simon left her little time to recover. With one hand gripping her chest and palming the red fabric, he began to leave hickeys on her inner thighs. His stubble rubbed against her as her mind flooded from the pleasure she was receiving. Simon used his hands to gently push up her dress further. He wanted her to see the extent of his actions. “Please,” she whimpered as Simon teased her center and continued to grip her fragile body.

Immediately Simon’s lips were on her core and her body arched in response. His tongue moved desperately between her folds and Christine couldn’t help but moan at every flick. She could feel herself become undone when Simon teased her entrance with his fingers. As he placed hot kisses on her clit, he used her wetness to slowly massage her hole.

As Christine’s breaths grew more erratic and her moans become louder, he plunged two fingers into her. She reflexively tightened her legs around his head as she saw his strong arms pump in and out of her. Simon held her breasts as he continued, curving his fingers in just the right formations. The room was filled with Christine’s pleasure as he continued. She gripped the sheets as she could feel her climax approaching. Simon’s hand moved to her waist as he brought her closer to him.

This was what did it for Christine as she screamed in ecstasy, Simon’s hands becoming constrained by her spasming insides. He felt her thighs tighten around him as she slowly recovered.

As Christine’s breaths slowed, she shook as Simon caressed her cunt gently with his tongue, making sure to clean up the mess he had made. He pulled the dress back down and moved her to lay on the pillows. He laid next to her and allowed her to ride out her pleasure. As Simon looked into Christine’s eyes, she devilishly climbed on top of him. She sat teasingly on his lap, knowing that they would be having a day of fun as Simon let out a restrained moan and lowered her waist down his lap.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Ok, so it's two caramel machiattos, one mocha, and one double espresso

The mocha has to be warm and not pipping hot, please

Are we forgetting some...? Where the...?

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

My part of the collaboration with the amazing @rileyslibrary who I love dearly

If you haven't already, go read her awesome writing here (makes me giddy everytime I read it <3)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

(Shameless) fanart of Campfire Kisses by @rileyslibrary which is one of the softest, more comfort giving short pieces I've ever read and that gives me peace of mind every time

Σ’αγαπω αδερφή μου

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

@vasyandii , this is because of your angst headcanons lol (<3)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Free weekend in London

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Three disasters and their long-suffering handler

(Couldn't resist)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

They were supposed to be putting their gear on, not sneaking into a storage room

This is @caramlizedtomatoes ' fault (thank you for the push)

I may or may not be working on a more spicy variant

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

When you're a recon scout, sometimes you get in trouble and get some bruises.

And although your giant not-boyfriend is pissed, he takes care of you all the same.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

I blame many people for the Biker!Ghost brainrot, but I especially blame @temeyes (love you <3) because of THIS MOFO

So trying to bribe @eenochian to go to bed this came to life, AND to bribe her further I had to add this little fluff stupid rotten thing because I can't help but love them being stupidly cute

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Because I love them and they deserve happiness after everything they've gone through (and everything I put them through lmao)

(@vasyandii my love, this was your influence)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Riot: Take the photo already, Johnny

Soap: Dinnae rush art, bonnie

Ghost: Take the photo or I'll make you eat the phone, MacTavish

Soap: Tsk, tsk, sore loser... ye look lovely *ducks to avoid something thrown at him*

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Gaz: How did you get them to pose like that and not die?

Soap: Won a bet

Gaz: ... what kind of bet?

Soap: If I told ye, ah'd have tae kill ye