The guys have some sort of obsession with watching you get ready.

You’re not normally getting too dolled up, with missions and what not, but sometimes on leave you like to indulge a little.

The first time was when you were sitting on the floor in front of Soap’s dinky full-body mirror that distorted things just a little, lining your lips, concentrated on not fucking it up. You looked behind you in the reflection to realize Johnny was staring intently at your machinations, leaning back in his desk chair to get a better view, to the point where the front two legs were coming off the ground.

“Johnny, be careful.” You chastised, worried he’d fall over.

The chair slams back down, “I am…” he moves to stand instead, plopping himself down directly behind you, legs out so you’re cradled against his chest.

You’re applying the lipgloss now. “What’re you doing…” you’re talking without moving your lips, muffling your speech a little.

His chin finds your shoulder, slotting in perfectly to keep looking at you. “Just lookin’, birdie.”

Your lips turn up, “want some?” You turn your head to look at him, faces incredibly close now.

His ears turn red and he nods just a little. You connect your lips in a soft kiss, humming a little at how he melts even more into you.

It’s a nice moment, calm and happy, until—

“Hen…hen it’s burnin’. Why is it burning—love help me-“ he’s wiping his lips furiously and waving his hands in front of his face like it’ll cool it off.

You’re giggling furiously, “it’s- it’s plumping—“

“What devilry are ya doin’ to yerself?!” He’s moving to stand, running out the door to the kitchen to start rubbing water on the lower half of his face.

You follow him out slower, giggling all the while.

The rest of the team is in the common area, brought to attention to the commotion.

Kyle hums when he sees you, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist, “don’t you look pretty.”

You smile, leaning in—

“Don’t fall for it, Kyle!” Johnny brings his face up from the water momentarily to save his comrade.

Simon looks up from his book, “plumping gloss, Johnny?” He nods solemnly, “oldest trick in the book, got me with that one months ago.”

Johnny finally emerges from the water, lips…red and puffy.

“Seems you’re lookin’ pretty too, Johnny.” Price chimes in, clearly teasing him.

VI HEADCANNONS: FEMININE! READER

god she's so whipped

like genuinely pathetic, it's really fucking endearing

I'm again going to do this in headcanon style because why not? It's fun. We're going to do Ghost (though feel free to make another request for Price if you'd like).

Ghost loves how feminine you are and does not care that you're a man wearing feminine clothing, he just wants you to be happy. He will fight anyone who tries to shame you for being yourself. (Literally fight, he has bodyslammed a woman who tried to rip a dress you wanted to try on away from you.)

If you have longer hair, he does look up tutorials on how to do certain braids he'll know you'll love. He just wants to help you look the prettiest you can be.

Ghost loves taking you out on fancier dates so you can show off the fancier dresses you have. He says he's so honored to be with someone so breathtaking.

If you don't wear feminine clothing but rather just have a more feminine demeanor, he still loves you. Loves you regardless of how you dress.

He will send you inspo pictures for your make-up because he knows you love getting inspo pictures.

If you take a lot of pictures, Ghost will dutifully take those pictures. Tell him where he should stand and which angle he should take them at, he'll do it to the best of his abilities.

Now, I personally think he'd wear a dress (nothing too promiscuous or fancy) if you wanted someone to wear a dress with. He's huge on "clothes aren't gendered".

Ghost sees you in heels for the first time and his brain malfunctions. He has seen others in heels, sure, but you genuinely rock heels. He's impressed with how well you can walk in those heels. Makes him want to worship you even more.

I am one of the people who believe Ghost wears nail polish (mostly black nail polish) and I think he has fun doing his nails with you. Even if you two aren't helping each other do it and are instead doing it at the same table, he still enjoys it.

(stop cause i almost vented😭)

warnings: incest, innocent reader(?), implied fem/feminine reader(wears skirt and panties)

Imagine ur big sister buys you cute outfits and spoils you to bits! She loves to see you all dolled up! Especially when you wear the choker she bought you! She even made sure it was your favorite color. Whenever you get nervous you result to sucking on your sister’s fingers. Big sister then loves to help you relieve your stress! Her hands travel down to play with the hem of your skirt before trailing up your inner thigh to your panties. She makes sure you’re okay with this before taking off your panties leaving you exposed. Her slender fingers touch you making you whine and squirm. her other hand roams to your face and makes you turn towards her so she can kiss your forehead and tell you that you’re her “pretty baby”. She’s so sweet to you and makes sure you feel good the whole way through. But before you can cum she makes you eat her out. The choker she bought you has a ring so she can attach a leash. So whenever you’re eating her out she can pull the leash and make you go further in between her thighs. She always praises you saying how good you’re doing, and how much she loves you. She even pets your head.

Mwah,mwah. Love this `3` — the choker leash thing is hot (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) . I written a small little thing. Cuz why not ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

TW.incest(sister x slibing), Chokers, feminine!reader, reader wears skirts, no genitals mentioned for reader

This is a masterlist for everything Feminine!Reader. This reader is male and with Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish (separately).

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

Headcanons (Ghost only)

Ghost Defending You (Ghost only)

Thigh Highs (Soap only, NSFW)

The boys. Reallly like that lower part of your stomach that sticks out in bodycon dresses. Like. A lot.

You normally don’t wear them because you’ve been conditioned to believe only a certain body type can, but the boys have spent a long time helping you heal your perception of yourself, so you finally feel confident enough to try.

When you walk out in the skin tight dress, feeling pretty for once and they all groan loudly, covering their faces and turning away, you get nervous very quickly. Do…do they not like it?

You kind of curl into yourself, bringing your arms up to wrap around your stomach.

“You tryin’ to kill us or somethin’, hen?” Johnny speaks first, “cannae just do that to a man without warning, now me pants are uncomfortable…”

You’re still locked in your perception that they don’t like the dress, so you’re confused trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“Jesus, love, why the hell haven’t we seen this dress before? You been holdin’ out on us?” Kyle is bold enough to approach, gently taking your arms away from yourself to hold your hands and continue admiring your body.

Price drags his hand down his face, peeking through his fingers before groaning and turning away again, “sweetheart, I dunno if you can wear that.” Your heart sinks again before he continues, “I’m afraid it’ll be on the floor before we get to the restaurant.”

Simon comes from behind, wrapping his arms around your stomach and caressing it appreciatively. He leans down to whisper in your ear, letting you feel his warm breath on your neck, “‘s dangerous, pretty. Gonna make me do thing that aren’t appropriate for the public.”

I wore heels for the public for the first time and got plenty of weird stares so i need comfort rn </3 /nf

Oh, I'm so sorry that happened to you. People are jerks.

The first part of Feminine!Reader is here.

TW: People being assholes.

**

You and Ghost were out in the park and it was summer, so you were wearing a sundress and some cute little high heels that matched the color of the sundress. You felt pretty and Ghost thought it too.

Just as you two were walking hand in hand, you started noticing you were getting odd stares for being so feminine. It made you uncomfortable, but luckily Ghost knew whenever someone was looking at you and he glared right back at them.

"Don't worry, love," he told you, his gruff voice softer as he spoke to you. He pulled you closer by the waist, a protective arm around you. "I won't let any of them talk shit about you."

So you two continued to walk around and even though people were still staring at you, you learned to tune it all out. There were more pressing things to focus on, like how Ghost would stop every so often to give you a flower he found on the ground.

Eventually, Ghost had to take a quick run to the bathroom and he left you alone. You were sitting on the bench near the restrooms, waiting for him.

Now without Ghost, you were painfully aware of the stares, the most prominent coming from this one man. He walked up to where you were sitting, a sneer on his face.

"Who let you out of the house wearing that?" he asked, scoffing. He spat at your feet, curling his lip at you. "Disgusting."

You opened your mouth to reply, but your boyfriend appeared out of seemingly nowhere, standing behind the man. He let out a growl from deep within his chest, startling the man.

Ghost clearly was sneering at the man from beneath his balaclava, his brown eyes full of fury. "Didn't you get taught to not say anything if you had nothing nice to say?" he asked, his voice cold and threatening. "Now, I'll spare you if you leave my boyfriend alone right now. But if you don't... Well, they won't find your body."

Ghost's threats seemed to shake up the man, as he quickly apologized to you. As soon as the words "I'm sorry" left the guy's mouth, he took off running in the other direction, leaving you and Ghost alone.

You stood up from the bench, stepping into Ghost's open arms. You sighed and relaxed when feeling his strong arms wrap around you. "Thank you," you murmured.

"Of course, my love. I'll always defend you," Ghost replied, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. His gloved hand lifted upwards, petting your hair to soothe you. "Don't listen to what the haters say, baby. They're just jealous of you, your beauty, and your confidence."

With those words, he let go of you until he was only holding your hand. He gently tugged you along, his eyes crinkling as he smirked beneath his mask.

"Now how about I take you home and show you just how much I like you in a dress?"