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The Widow - Simon “Ghost” Riley - Chapter Two

summary: The widow recieves some bad news, and sends Ghost spiraling.

Warnings: eventual smut, eventual fluff, ghost is whipped, ghost being completely in love at first sight, strong reader, angst, ghost wants his dick sucked so bad

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The Widow

Sakha, Russia

The widow stares forward at the file sitting there, and Price begins speaking.

“His name is Yuri Baranov, he’s the current lead member of the Russian mob. We believe he is responsible for the creation and utilization of chemical bombs. We believe he and his people are setting them up in well populated areas of the United States, and the United Kingdom.”

“So why aren’t we in America, why are we here?” Soap asks, grabbing the file, and sifting through it.

“Because Baranov isn’t setting the bombs off himself, he’s getting the chemicals from someone, and we need to stop the shipments. If we go to stop the bombers, they’ll just keep creating more bombs,” Price reasons. Soap passes the file to Widow, and she opens it. There’s a picture of a man, with short black hair and a beard. Below it is a list of crimes, mostly consisting of felonies. The next page has just a name, no picture.

Golivich.

The name strikes a fear so primal in her that she grips the arm of the chair so tight her knuckles turn white. The name is vaguely familiar, but something is blocking the memory of where she knows it from. She just can’t figure it out.

She takes a deep breath, releases her grip on the arm of the chair and passes the file to Ghost. He seems to look at the file far longer than Soap or Widow. He’s studying the picture, committing the image into his mind, so he knows the face of the man he or one of his team will kill.

For some strange reason, he hopes for it to be the Widow who kills him. He desperately wants to see her in action. To see her with blood on her hands, the thought sturs something inside him and he aches for it.

Ghost sets the file back on the table, and gets up to feet.

“So what’s the plan,” Ghost sets his hands on the table, leaning forward toward Price.

“Tomorrow morning we head out, so shower, get a good night’s sleep. We will go over the plan tomorrow. No need to give you guys things to overthink about.” Price speaks, and immediately the Widow is angry.

“But Captain, we should know the plan now so-,”

“No. Get some rest tonight.” Price interrupts her, “That's the end of discussion.”

She huffs, standing up from the table and walking to her room. Entering her room, she begins packing her things back into her bags. She’d expected to stay longer, but she isn’t upset about it, she’s used to moving from place to place.

After a moment, she hears the shower turn on. By the time she has all her things packed into her bags, the shower has turned off. She makes her way to the door, opening it.

She’s met with a facefull of steam and Ghost.

He’s got his balaclava on, but he’s not wearing any clothes. He’s got only a towel wrapped around his waist. She’s got a full view of his toned chest, it’s littered with scars, and scrapes. Her gaze hardens, as she realizes she’s dropped her guard.

“Bloody hell,” He mutter’s, his hands going to hold up the towel. Underneath his mask, his face burns red. He feels so..exposed. Especially with how she’s looking at him, it makes him feel weak.

And he likes it.

She raises an eyebrow, “Please wear appropriate attire when exiting the bathroom, Lieutenant.” She says, “This is your one warning, you may be excused.” She pushes past him, moving to stand next to the shower. She stares at the back of his head, waiting for him to leave.

He snaps out of his shock, and walks out of the bathroom. She sighs, and moves to the sink. Now alone in the bathroom, she locks the door and removes the sheet of fabric from her face.

Staring at her own, unfamiliar face, she turns on the sink. Her face is blood red, so she cups her hands and runs them under the cold water. She splashes the water on her face, and then places her wet hands on the sink top. Looking into her reflection with disdain, she aches to put her mask back on.

But instead she strips herself of her clothes and jumps into the shower.

The water pouring down her body calming her tensed muscles, she stepped out of the shower and started to dry herself with the towel. It was at that moment she realized she forgot her clothes.

She tries wrapping the towel around her body but to no avail, its too short a whole leg peeking through it, and half of her right cheek.

"This can only happen to me" she thought to herself, putting the fabric around the bottom half of her face and started rushing out of the bathroom through the hall.

"This is your only warning Lieutenant" she hears a raspy voice talking to her, she turns her head a bit to her right.

There he was still sitting in that damn towel, on the edge of his bed peering at her through the fully open door.

"Please wear appropriate attire when exiting the bathroom and walking around base." he snickered.

"I forgot my clo-" she was interrupted by a hard scottish accent.

"You two are supposed to work together not- Steamin' Jesus…" - mouths the Scott staring down his superiors bare leg and ass.

She runs towards her room yelling:"Odjebite oboje!"

Ghost huffs:"English please!"

She yells from the end of the hall:"Fuck you both, gosh."

"Language Lieutenant!" Ghost yells after her with a mocking tone

The men turn to each other, Soap just now notices that Ghost was also in just a towel.

"Now what are you staring at Sergeant? Go to your room" Ghost barks slamming the door in front of Soap's face.

"What the fuck was that?" Soap asks himself, scratching his head and starts walking to his room.

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Laying in her bed, The Widow feels something is missing. A deep hole in her heart, so she reaches into her bag, and pulls out the old, worn down teddy bear. She holds it to her chest, and her eyes well up with tears.

“Majko!” Her younger self calls out as she's ripped from her mother’s arms. Her mother calls out her name, reaching for her as the man holds her down.

A tear falls from her eye, dripping down her cheek. She closes her eyes as her ear’s begin to ring.

“Ratko Golivich,” the name repeats in her ears like a mantra, over and over.

Her father straightens out the shirt of his uniform, kissing his 9 months pregnant wife goodbye and slinging his rifle over his shoulder.

“Oče!” She yells to him, but he doesn’t reply. Only turning around and walking out the door

“Ratko Golivich.” The name continues to ring in her ears.

Suddenly, her eyes snap open in realization. Ratko Golivich. That’s his full name, she knows him. He’s the reason her mother is dead.

She jumps out of bed, and run’s down the hall.

Meanwhile, Ghost is standing outside smoking a cigarette when a car pulls up to the safehouse. He immediately pulls his pistol from its holster, ready to fire at the intruder.

A man steps out of the car with his hands raised, to show he’s not the enemy. He’s got an envelope in his hand.

Ghost recognizes him as the team's messenger, he’s sent out to take and give letters to and from members of the team.

“I come with a letter from Laswell, It’s for the Widow.” The messenger says, and hands the letter to Ghost. The messenger gets into his car and drives away. Leaving Ghost with the letter. Ghost takes the last hit of his cigarette, pulls his mask back down, and throws the orange bud on the ground. He stomps it out, and makes his way back inside.

Sitting in his room, curiosity gets the better of him. Why would Laswell send the Widow a private letter? He knows he should have slid the letter underneath her door, or left it in the kitchen. But instead, he sits on his bed, letter in hand. And he opens it.

The letter was from the Forensic database from Bosnia and Herzegovina,

"What the fuck…" he huffs as he continues reading.

"To our displeasure we have to inform you that the FDB B&H has successfully identified both of your parents missing since the last Bosnian war. The gentleman and lady in question have been found in separate mass graves. The collective funeral service for the victims of ethnic cleansing will be held in 2 days. We hope you will honor them with your presence in Prijedor, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Our condolences, the FDB B&H".

“Bloody hell…”

Suddenly, he hears the door to The Widow’s room open, and he hears her sprint down the hall towards Price’s room.

Knowing she’s awake, he attempts to put the letter back in the envelope, and closes it. He gets up and walks out of his room to where he hears Price and The Widow talking.

“We need to go speak to my old General, Selman.”

“Why would we need to do that?”

“Because he has information on Golivich. The second man in the file. I can guarantee it”

Ghost steps into the kitchen. “Sorry to interrupt, but Widow, you got a letter from Laswelll.”

He holds out the already opened mail to her, and she snatches it back.

“Why are you opening my mail, Lieutenant?”

He doesn’t answer, and she opens the letter, her eyes scanning over the words. Her eyes well with tears, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth through the mask.

“Widow? What is it?” Price asks, noticing her state.

“My parents…” She chokes out a sob, turning and running to her room. She drops the letter on the way there and Price picks it up, reading it.

“Oh no…” He mutters.

Ghost

A safehouse in Sakha, Russia

It’s been an hour since she opened the letter, and everyone in the house can still hear the sounds of her sobbing.

Suddenly, the crying stops. And right away, Ghost is worried. So he makes his way to her door.

He knocks softly, hoping he doesn’t startle her.

A sniffle and then a soft, “Come in.” is heard. He opens the door, and The widow is sitting up on her bed, it looks like her room has been torn apart. There are clothes everywhere, and the chair to the desk is flipped.

He sits down on the bed, as far away from her as he can.

“I know how you feel.” He says, his voice distant like he’s reliving something he wishes to forget.

“Usually when someone says that to me, I’d punch them in the throat. But for some reason, I believe you.” Is her soft reply.

He chuckles quietly, and she scoots closer to him. Their knees are just barely touching, but the tension in the room is thick, it’s emotional. Like words are being shared without ever being spoken

He places a big, rough hand on her knee. But he's scared to look at her, scared of what he’ll feel if he does. She looks at him though, and she gives him a tender smile. Even though he can’t see it.

He can tell from where he sits, that her mask is soaked with tears. It’s unbelievably obvious how much her parent’s meant to her, but the clarification that they are both one hundred percent gone has her close to breaking.

But SImon can see her, can see how strong she is. How this will not be her breaking point.

He’s broken from his thoughts by a knock at the door.

Price opens the door with a solemn face. "Tomorrow morning we are flying to Bosnia, we have to attend the funeral, out of respect for our teammate, we can't let her go alone, pack her and your stuff and be ready at 6 in the morning, Laswell will send us a jet. We will go back to work as soon as we arrive back" Price speaks to Ghost, only acknowledging the widow with a sympathetic smile.

It makes her skin crawl, there’s nothing she hates more than pity. And pity is what she gets from everyone except Ghost. He understands her.

Price quickly left, not wanting to look into the Widow’s cold eye’s any longer. Once Price leaves, she leans against Ghost, her head on his shoulder.

“zahvaljujem,” she says, and he doesn’t even tell her to speak in english. He knows what she meant.

“Ništa.” He replies, and she doesn’t even have the energy to wonder how he knew to say that.

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Later, he opened his eyes to find himself still in The Widow’s room. He’s sitting on her bed, his back against the wall. He still has his shoes on, and he looks down to find her head in his lap. Her eyes are closed and she’s sleeping peacefully against him.

He slowly lifts her head from his lap, to not wake her, and sets her head back on the bed. He gets up off her bed, and looks down at her sleeping form.

“Goodnight.” He whispers, his voice rough with sleepiness. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and then walks out of the room, and back to his to sleep for the night.

For the first night in forever, he could sleep peacefully.

The Widow

Banja Luka Airport

BiH

They had just landed, the entire plane ride Soap had been glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, with pity in his gaze. Of course he’d heard her crying last night, she hadn’t been quiet about it.

She cringes at her own display of emotion.

After exiting the plane, they took an hour-long car ride to Prijedor, her hometown. They reached their destination and sat through the funeral, The widow had yet to shed a single tear since last night. And Simon was silently thankful for that, he hated seeing her cry.

She stands in front of her parents' shared headstone, they are finally together buried in the soil of their motherland. She kisses the headstone, and gives it a soft pat, a single tear escaping her eye, as a sigh leaves her lungs.

"How do you feel, lass?" Soap asks.

"Better." She answers quietly. "Never in my life have I seen a man love a woman more than my father loved my mother, they are finally together, i finally know where they are" she stops to compose herself. "I have closure, a place to visit them now, to talk to them, somewhere i can cry"

They walk away from the headstone and continue talking. "My mom was a beautiful woman, inside and out, people used to tell me I resembled her looks but that I have my fathers character, stubborn, strong, blunt. He was a military man, trained for war, but this what happened here in Bosnia, this wasn’t war, this was genocide, there were no rules, he wasn’t trained for that. I mean, how could he expect his school friends, neighbors and colleagues turning on him just because he is different from them?"

They continue to walk until they reach her old home, she hasn’t been home for years. As she opened the door, a familiar scent hit her, it smelled like….like home, like family. It smelled like her mother’s cooking, and the smell of her father smoking in the living room while watching sports on the old tv or when he was reading one of his books under the dim light of his gas lamp.

But she didn’t start crying, no. She was smiling, she’s home, finally home, it's not how she wanted it to be. She was hoping to greet her parents, hug her brother who never even had the chance to be born because somebody took fate in their own bloodied hands and took that chance from him. But she is smiling, looking around her home, opening the windows, touching everything, taking her shoes off to feel the rough carpet her mom begged her dad to buy because she liked it so much.

"I'm surprised they didn't burn it, they used to go around and burn all houses that belonged to Bosnians." She speaks softly as she touches her mom's jewelry box.

Soap, Price and Ghost are just staring at the room, it looks like a real life time capsule.

She turns on the boiler for the water to heat up for them to be able to take a shower, they call dibs at who will go first, and Ghost is first, then Widow. Soap and Price insist on going for a walk to explore the new place they were at and they decide to shower when they return. Her and Ghost were alone, he starts to look through the living room, eating up everything he sees, he stands next to a bookshelf.

"Those are my dad's books, he loved reading. I got it from him" Ghost heard her speak from across the living room sitting on the couch.

"Your father had a good taste in literature", he says as he read through the titles and authors names, the collection mostly consisted of realist literature, political commentary and satire with names such as Tolstoy, Dostoewsky, Kafka, Hesse, Bukowsky and many others. "I'll go shower." Ghost says taking a towel and his toiletry bag from his duffle bag.

"Of course," she says, gesturing to the bathroom door.

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About half an hour passed and Ghost still didnt go out of the bathroom, she had to shower too, so she knocked on the door.

"Come on Ghost I need to shower too, what is taking you so long" she asks.

The loud knock on the door caught Ghost off guard. He was losing himself in his thoughts, he was thinking about her, he let himself get lost in her eyes. The only thing he could see from her face, but her body… Dear God her body, the round hips, small waist and perfect breasts, shaped like an hourglass, he could only imagine himself pulling her closer to himself by those perfect hips. He felt himself begin to grow hard, but just as he wanted to touch himself the loud knock made him snap back to reality.

" Just a second" He lets out a cough.

The water turns off and Widow waits patiently at the door. The door swings open and the warm steam from the bathroom blew to her face, the smell of a manly shower gel filled her nostrils,

‘how could fucking 18 in 1 showergel smell so delitious,’ she thought to herself, she snapped back to reality. A masked man, just with a towel around his waist and an obvious bulge being covered was standing in front of her. A shredded upper body covered with battle scars, a tattooed forearm covered with little pearls of water glistening because of the sun rays hitting them from the window. She looks up to see two eyes burning into her face, she could hear his breath and see the toned chest rising and falling from the heavy breathing.

“We have got to stop meeting like this, Lieutenant.” She says, staring him down. He says nothing in return.

They were staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Thank God both of their faces were covered because it would be embarrassing to see how red both of their faces were. All of a sudden the tensed staring contest was interrupted by Ghost's phone ringing. He moved to the coffee table and picked it up, it was Soap.

"Hello?" Ghost says.

"Uhm, hi LT so…well…We kinda, sorta have a problem…" Soap stutters, afraid that Ghost will yell again at him, that's why Price didn't call, he knows Ghost a bit too well.

"What is it Johnny?" Ghost huffs.

"Well, the Captain wanted to go for a walk through the woods…And now we are, uhm, lost…" Soap says hesitantly

. "Fucking hell Johnny, tell me where you are so we can come get you." Ghost tells him while exhaling.

"On the river next to a yellow bridge," Soap answers, embarrassed.

"We will be there soon" Ghost answers, and hangs up the phone. "They are lost, next to a yellow bridge on the river, they went through the woods…" Ghost scoffs rubbing his head through his balaclava.

"That's on the other side of town, where are they thinking they were going, u pičku materinu?" She says annoyed

"English please…" Ghost leans back against his chair.

"Sorry, let me translate, where the fuck did they think they were going? To their mothers vagina?" She says with eyes almost shut from annoyance.

Ghost chuckles and says "Probably, let's go, we can continue the staring contest when we are back."

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Meanwhile in the woods on the other side of town, the Captain and the Sergeant were just sitting on the grass.

"So did he yell at you?" The captain asked.

"Oddly enough, he didn't, must be because Widow was close to him and he didn't want to scare her off," Soap said with his forearms pressed against his knees.

"Do you think he has a thing for her, Sergeant?" Price asked with a raised eyebrow.

Soap laughs and says "Who wouldn't have a thing for her Captain, a woman that's as deadly as the black plague, covering her face making it a mystery, with a body looking like Michelangelo sculpted her out of the finest stone he could find,the contrast of her skin and hair, skin white as snow and her hair black as coal, she is something like Medusa, just when you see Medusa's face you turn into stone, in her case, you end up dead with your dick chopped off."

"You are right…" Price shrugs and continues "But I think Ghost has the guts to try his luck…You know what he says…You can't kill a ghost."

"You obviously have forgot what a widow is Captain." They move their view to the beautiful green river and continue hoping their teammates will help them return home before it gets dark

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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teaser/update for The Widow Chapter Two

Laying in her bed, she feels something is missing. A deep hole in her heart, so she reaches into her bag, and pulls out the old, worn down teddy bear. She holds it to her chest, and her eyes well up with tears.

“Majko!” Her younger self calls out as she's ripped from her mother’s arms. Her mother calls out her name, reaching for her as the man holds her down.

A tear falls from her eye, dripping down her cheek. She closes her eyes as her ear’s begin to ring.

“Ratko Golivich,” the name repeats in her ears like a mantra, over and over.

Her father straightens out the shirt of his uniform, kissing his 9 months pregnant wife goodbye and slinging his rifle over his shoulder.

“Oče!” She yells to him, but he doesn’t reply. Only turning around and walking out the door

“Ratko Golivich.” The name continues to ring in her ears.

Suddenly, her eyes snap open in realization. Ratko Golivich. That’s his full name, she knows him. He’s the reason her mother is dead.

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Shoutout to my co-writer, @liliumbosniacum I just started writing with her and she’s already making things so much easier. She’s a genuis so go follow her please.

The Widow Chapter two should be out soon, we are making tons of progress.

Nabij se na kurac - from my lovely co-writer, who loves to teach people Bosnian curse words.

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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Hi! This is my first request ever on the world wide web:D I love your writing so i decided to give it a shot.

I would love to request a Tyler/Reader fluffy, soft smut fic. It's all snowy outside so I imagine cuddling under lots of blankets with the heating broken, slowly leading to some action.

It's always a pleasure to be reader:] Thank you so much<3

Baby it’s cold outside - Tyler Galpin

summary: it’s freezing in tyler’s house, and he finds a way to warm you up.

warnings: established relationship, oral (fem receiving), slow sex, pretty vanilla tbh, nickames (babe, sweatheart ect), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)

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It’s so cold, even cuddled up under the blankets with Tyler your teeth are chattering. Your eyes peer out the window, watching the snow flurry down and against the ground.

His dad’s out, buying a new heater considering theirs is broken.

It’s so cold your fairly certain your fingers will freeze off soon. Tyler’s sleepy eyes are trained on the tv, some random movie is playing, but you aren’t paying any attention.

Your eyes are staring at anything but the tv, you’re trying to distract yourself from his unusually warm hand on your thigh. His fingers twitch, and all you can think about is what they would feel like inside you.

You have had sex with him before but you haven’t in a while, and your practically aching.

“Babe, your shivering.” he discovers, voice tired and slow.

“Yeah,” You drag it out for a moment before speaking again. “Maybe you could help warm me up? hmm?” You suggest, pulling him closer to you.

“Oh, really?” he raises an eyebrow at you. “Maybe i will,”

He rolls over on top of you, and you laugh at his forwardness. Usually Tyler is the type to tread lightly around that type of stuff.

His lips meet yours and they move against each other slowly, his arm slides behind your neck to support himself. His other hand moves to your hip, pulling up to press your pussy against his hardness.

Your hands move from his neck to the hem of his shirt. You pull it up and over his head, your hands go to his toned chest.

Your lips break from his, “Have you been working out?” you pant.

“A little.” he laughs.

Your lips meet again, and you tilt your head to kiss him harder.

He puts his free hand against your chest to push your away.

“Slow,” he breathes out, “lets do this slow.”

“Ok, I can do that.” Your words come out shaky, and you nod your head.

Tyler softly presses his lips to yours, and then kisses his way down your body. He stops just above your shorts, and pulls them and your underwear down and off you. He throws them across the room for you to find later. You begin shivering from the cold and he pulls the blanket up over his head and to your chest.

Tyler pushes your knees apart and immediately attacks your clit. Licking and sucking at it. You can’t see what he’s going to do next, and your hips buck against his face.

He dips his tongue just barely into your pussy and you whine as he pulls it out and goes back to your clit.

He kisses his way back up your body, and shimmies out of his pants and boxers.

His lips meet your is a kiss so sultry you wonder if this is the Tyler you knew before. His left arm goes back underneath your neck, and his right hand goes to his dick, guiding it towards your pussy. He rubs the tip against your slit, and then slowly pushes in.

A high pitched moan leaves your lips at the stretch, and he groans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

Tyler tucks his face into your neck, pulling the blankets up to his shoulders to keep warm.

He pulls put a little, and pushes back in slowly. You whine at the sensation and his slowness.

When he pushes back in, he hits a spot you rarely remember is there. It elicits a loud moan from your lips. He licks and sucks at a part of your neck that he’s become of so familiar with, and you whimper. He moans as you clench around him and he throbs inside you. He begins thrusting his hips a little faster, repeatedly hitting that spot so deep inside you.

“God! Ty, you're so deep.” You moan out.

“I know, sweetheart.” he replies, voice strained. He’s trying to stay slow, trying to enjoy the intimacy but your just so tight, and warm. His thrusts get rougher, and your legs ache to close, so he takes his right hand and brings it to your thigh to hold your legs open.

His dick twitches inside you and you know he’s close. Tyler moves his hand from your thigh to your clit and starts rubbing it with his thumb. Your stomach knots up.

“I’m close.” You utter, and he thrusts deeper.

“C’mon baby..” He says, rubbing your clit harsher, “Cum for me,”

His hips stutter and he’s spiling inside you, the warmth warrants your aproaching orgasm. The knots inside you tightening and then snapping.

waves of pleasure wash over the both of you like waves, until its over.

You don’t move, even when he’s softening inside you. You just lay there, tangled together underneath the blankets.

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A/N: I just realized that you wanted slow build up, im so sorry. I hope you like it anyways.

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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Just found your new series and I’m officially in lovee so have to ask; when’s the next part coming out?

it might take a little bit because im experiencing a little bit of writers block with that story, im trying to get ideas by writing other stories on here but it should be out sometime in the next week, if anything changes ill make a post and tag you in it

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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send void stiles requests!!!

spam me!!!

#void stiles #void stiles x reader #void stiles smut #void stiles x you #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf smut

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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send more requests!!! literally spam them!!

i write for tyler galpin, kai parker, simon “ghost” riley, 10k, addy carver, wednesday adams, soap mactavish, Daryl dixon, beth greene, stiles stilinski and lydia martin

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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The Widow - Simon "Ghost" Riley

summary: A new member of task force 141 has the team anxiously awaiting a new mission.

Warnings: nothing good in this chapter just setting up for the plot, eventual fluff, eventual smut, Ghost is whipped, Ghost being completely in love at first sight, strong reader.

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You aren’t a stranger to hard work, not at all. Even before you joined the army, you were never a normal girl.

You worked against human traffickers and rapists, killing without hesitation. You never got along with the police, especially when they finally caught you.

They arranged a meeting with a man named Price, deeming that your skills were a necessary evil.

“You have two options. One, you come work for me in the US special forces. Or two, we send you off to prison where you belong.”

“I'm not sure, what do I get if I come work for you?”

“More freedom than prison, and you can continue your ‘work’.”

She stopped for a moment, in mock thinking. Her hand moves to her chin, well as far as they can chained to the table.

“It’s a deal then.”

They call you Widow. You're beautiful yet deadly, and the most venomous in the whole damn world.

They haven’t seen your face, it's usually adorned with a black sheet of cloth that covers everything except for your eyes up.

But your eyes, they hold a darkness that they haven’t seen before. And it's beautiful.

As soon as you joined the rumors spread.

She’s gorgeous.

Her face must be scarred to all hell.

Deadliest damn woman alive

she’s insane

Crazy

She can steal your soul with just a look

Most were just rumors, others held a hint of truth. but the fear they held for you, that was what got you where you are. A lieutenant.

Nothing could stop you, not even him. Or at least you thought.

•••

GHOST

Sakha, Russia

After Chicago, Ghost thought he was done for a while. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his work, his purpose but he silently hoped for at least a break.

He aches for the comfort of his home, where he doesn’t need to be Ghost. He can be Simon Riley.

But he doesn’t get that luxury, instead he’s standing on a plane runway with Soap waiting to meet up with the new member of Task Force 141.

He’s heard of her, of course he has. She’s about as infamous as he is. If she’s even as half as insane as they make her out to be, then he’s screwed. And so is the team.

Soap is sure excited though, considering he won’t shut up about it.

“Oh I sure bet she’s hot, mate.”

Ghost doesn’t reply, leaving Soap to stand in awkward silence.

Captain Price walks off the plane with a woman who -from what little of her face they could see- was in her late 20s or so.

Her hair was tucked into a braid thrown over her shoulder, she wore tactical gear and her face was half covered with a black sheet of fabric.

Immediately Ghost’s eyes went to hers. And he was shocked at when he found.

There was a beauty in them, but they held a darkness he’d only seen looking in the mirror.

She’s killed before, he’s seen it before. and not just killed, No- Enjoyed killing.

It was something he’d never seen in a woman before.

She said nothing, only looking forward and staring expectantly at them.

“Ghost, Soap. This is The Widow.” Price introduces them and Soap excitedly puts his hand out to shake hers.

“Soap.” he identifies himself, and she notices the thick scottish accent as soon as he speaks.

She doesn’t move to shake his hand, only staring blankly at him like he’s the most ridiculous thing she’s seen in her life.

He presses his lips together and puts his hand down.

“Not friendly? Yikes.” he attempts to shake off the awkward tension.

Ghost continues to stare at her, trying to figure her out. Until she walks past him, her shoulder brushing his as she moves to the van parked just off the runway.

Soap turns to him, pointing at her receding figure.

“I think she likes me.”

•••

The car ride back is long and filled with silence.

Ghost has yet to hear her speak, it seems she isn’t in the mood for niceties.

Soap is sitting in the passenger seat, and Price is driving. Leaving Ghost to sit in the back with Widow.

She’s picking what seems to be dried blood from underneath her nails, bored. His attention is on her face, her eyebrows are neat somehow, and her face expresses no emotion.

Slowly, she turns her head to look at him and he doesn’t attempt to hide the fact that he was staring.

She nods her head, and leans in to him.

“Watch this,” she whispers, and his heart drops when he hears her voice.

It's sultry, and soft. It doesn’t seem deadly like the voice of a killing machine.

She picks up a bundled up straw wrapper off the ground, and looks Ghost right in the eyes before flicking it straight at Soap.

She immediately turns her head to look out the window, minding her own business.

Soap makes a noise of shock when it hits him in the back of the neck. He turns around, to find out who the culprit is.

Widow turns her head towards him with a confused look on her face.

“Ghost! What the fuck, mate?” Soap looks straight at Ghost, who’s staring dumbfounded at him.

He just shrugs, and Soap turns back around with a huff.

They’re in for a long car ride.

•••

Half way through the ride, Price got a call. He was very vague about the details of the mission, just stating that they’d get the files when they get to the temporary base.

The outside is completely concrete, it’s not very inconspicuous. It looks like a prison. It’s got two floors and the bottom floor has no windows. The top floor has several small windows perfect for snipers.

Inside the car, The Widow runs her finger over the handle of one of the many blades strapped to her belt. Price pulls the car to a stop, and steps out, Soap follows his gun raised to scout out the area.

The widow pulls on the straps of her vest, and steps out of the car, pulling her pistol out of its holster.

Ghost steps out behind her. She walks forward, pistol raised.

Price reaches the first, signaling Ghost and The widow to go around the back. Price waits until they’re on the other side of the building before opening the door, and moving in.

The first level has a kitchen with an attached living room. It also has a hallway that leads to several rooms. The rooms are plain and each one has a twin sized bed and a desk.

Ghost and the Widow make their way into the kitchen through the back door, and up the stairs. The second level has random walls, and windows, it looks like a training area.

“Clear!” Price shouts from downstairs. Ghost peers around a corner before shouting ‘clear’ as well.

They make their way back down the stairs, and back out to the car to grab their bags. The widow, duffel bag in hand walks to the first room she sees. It is quant but she doesn’t have a problem with it, she sets her bag on the bed and begins taking out the little trinkets she’s acquired throughout her several years of service. A small teddy bear sits at the bottom of the bag, she pulls it out and holds it to her chest. After a moment she places it back inside the bag, and puts the bag on the floor.

Her room has an attached bathroom, and when she walks inside she notices another door. It must lead to the room next to hers. She walks back into her room, pulls her hair out of its braid and sets the hair tie on the desk.

A knock sounds from her door, and she opens it. She’s met with the anxious face of Soap.

“Price has info on the next mission for us,” He leads her towards the kitchen where Ghost and Price sit at the table going over files. She sits next to Ghost and across from Price.

Price slides a file towards her, with one name written on the front.

Baranov

“Let’s get started.”

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A/N: I'm sorry its so short i was really struggling with this one, send requests and ill get right on them.

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Fluff [F] Smut [S] Angst [A]

Headcanons!

Klaus Mikaelson [F]

Imagines!

Inexperienced - 10k [S] murphy x 10k older sister! reader [S] [A]

Baby its cold outside - Tyler Galpin [S]

Series!

The widow part one part two

The watcher part one[s]

Tyler Galpin x pothead!Reader Part one [F] Part Two [S]

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stilestheabominablesnowman · 1 year

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Tyler with pothead!reader definitely fuck in the woods, what would reader do when Tyler suggests he chase her through the woods after a 🍃sesh??

The Chase - Tyler Galpin

Part One

Summary: smoking pot with Tyler in the woods leads to something neither of you will forget.

warning: Smut, fingering, p in v sex, semi-public sex (sex in the woods), unprotected sex, finger sucking

You held the blunt between your lips and inhaled, allowing the burn to hit the back of your throat.

Your body buzzed with a feeling of connection from your spot on the floor of the forest. You passed the blunt to Tyler, who looked at you in awe.

He cautiously held it between his fingers and brought it up to his lips.

“So i just..inhale?”

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his beauty. He was gorgeous, with golden brown hair and green eyes.

“Yeah, it easy. Try it.”

He hesitated for a moment, but not because he didn’t want to, because he was afraid to embarrass himself in front of you.

You watched as his plump lips wrapped around it, and warmth flooded through your body at the implication of what could happen.

He slowly inhaled and immediately he began coughing. He held his chest as he coughed.

“It’s ok, relax.” You comforted, “Try again.”

He came down from his coughing fit and brought it back up to his lips. He inhaled again, and this time when it reached the back of his throat, he anticipated the burn. He held it for a moment before blowing the smoke out through his mouth.

He passed it back to you and you hit it twice before passing it back to him.

After about 10 minutes his head became fuzzy and his mind was suddenly filled with you. The way your hair shined in the light that broke through the trees. The light in your eyes as you places your hand on the ground, and dug your finger into the dirt. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and then a plethora of flowers begun to rise from the ground and bloom.

He was in complete and utter awe of your beauty.

He leaned into your side and his nose was overwhelmed with the scent of you. Flowers and rain.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and stuck his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh, your definitely a clingy high person. Yeah?”

“Mhm”

He begun to cover your neck in small wet kisses. And you leaned into him, moaning softly.

“Ty..” he pushed you back onto the ground and layed above you, continuing to kiss your neck.

The innocent kisses soon turn to nippling and then to full on biting your neck.

You panted as he pressed into you. You could feel how hard he was against your core.

“Tyler, are you sure you want to do this here?” You breathily spoke.

“Definitely.”

“Is there a specific way you want to do it?”

“I want to chase you.” His response had warmth running straight to your pussy. “I want you to run through the woods, and I want to catch you.”

He pulled back and pulled his lip between his teeth anxiously.

“Anything you want.” You said working to pull his shirt off.

Once you got his shirt off he stood up, and helped you off the ground.

Then all the sudden you took off deeper into the woods.

He was so in shock of your sudden exit he forgot he was supposed to be chasing you for a moment. When he came to his senses, he took off running after you.

The adrenaline rushed through your body egging on your arousal. You continued running as he caught up, you could hear his approaching footsteps.

He was definitely gaining on you.

It was difficult for Tyler to run after you when he was so unbelievably hard, but he kept up.

You took a sharp turn, and then another one, swinging yourself behind a tree.

He reached where he had seen you last before you turned, and called out to you.

“Y/N…come out come out wherever you are..” He said in a singsong voice.

You begun to hear his footsteps recede in the other direction, so you took a sharp intake of breath.

“Gotcha!” A hand wrapped around your throat and slammed you against the tree.

You were pleasantly surprised by his roughness.

Tyler slammed his lips into yours and shoved his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together and he bit your lip softly.

Your fingers dug into his belt buckle, and you began to undue it. He finished pulling the belt off for you, and reached to pull your shirt off.

His eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest. He immediately attacked your chest with kiss and bites, and then latched onto your right nipple. He lightly dragged his teeth across the nub, illiciting a loud moan from you

His hands left your hips for only a moment to shove down his pants and boxers. And then they went to your pants and began unbuttoning them. He shoved them down and slid your panties to the side. He took his fingers and just barely slit them across your pussy, collecting the slickness, and spreading it across your clit. He pushed a finger into you, and used his thumb to play with your clit.

He slowly pushed a second finger inside you and began moving them. You pulled your lips away from his to moan.

He fingered you for a moment and then removed them from you and brought them up to your lips.

“Suck.” He ordered. You obliged, opening your mouth for him go stick his fingers in. Your lips wrapped around them and he groaned as you began sucking. He quickly removed his fingers from your mouth and gripped his hardness.

He slid the tip and and down your slit, and then pushed in. You both groaned simultaneously at the relief. Your foreheads meeting, he watched your eyes close softly and squeeze together when he began moving.

Your loud moan rung across the trees, and vines began growing around the two of you as your pleasure grew.

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you. He hit that spongey spot deep inside you and you whimpered.

His hips snap against yours, a loud slapping sound echoing throughout the woods.

The pleasure twisted inside you, and snapped. You clenched down on him and his hips stutter before he’s releasing inside you.

He comes down slowly before nuzzling his head into your neck.

“I love you.”

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