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Pet Semetary. (Dark!141 x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, gang bang, non-con, double penetration, oral sex, choking, unprotected sex, blood, death, weapons, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

The dirt covering your hands is a cold reminder of why you’re even here in the first place. You’ve got days old blood covering you. Their bodies lie off to the side, pale and lifeless. Eyes wide open staring at the sky. Their precious lives, gone.

Your hands are bloody from the amount of digging you have done. 4 graves. All men sized.

This will be a permanent reminder of a mission gone wrong.

It started out just like any mission. A clean sweep, quiet. Nobody would even know you’re there, is what your Captain said. Oh how wrong he was. If only he had known of the ambush.

The four of them dropped like flies, you were too far away to do a single thing about it. Looking down at them through a scope. Your blood ran cold in your veins, chills arose on your skin. Your life had just drastically changed. Your entire task force had been eliminated in less than one minute. They were gone, and there was nothing you could do.

You’d gone on a rampage. Firing your rifle and drawing the bolt back, a shaky hand inserting the bullets as you shot every single person that came into view. When they were too scared to come out, you went in.

Guns blazing was never your thing but you wanted revenge, and if you had to die to get it? Oh well.

But when the fight had finished. When it was silent, in the dead of night. You were alive and your task force was still dead.

One lone survivor.

You touched their cold faces. Their blood was sticky and drying by now. Your head snaps to the right, hearing a groan. Someone dragging themself along the concrete. A survivor from your battle. You raised your sidearm, pointing it at him. “No! No please!” Your face was stone cold. You approached him, slow. “Please- don’t kill me.” He cried out in pain. “I can help you bring them back.”

You snort. “Bring them back? They’re dead!” You yell.

“The- the cemetery!”

You freeze, narrowing your eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“The pet cemetery.”

He can see you getting even more angry. “You have to believe me.”

“What is this, some kind of joke to you? You’re brave to play with your life in such a way.” Your hand shakes as you raise the gun. “It’s true! Please you have to believe me.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s south of here. Around three miles.”

“Fine. Get up and help me drag them. One wrong move and I’ll kill you.”

He nods, struggling to stand. He’d been shot in the abdomen.

But you’re surprised, he helps you drag them. One by one.

When the Cemetery comes into your view, you’re surprised. This is from some fake horror movie, this isn’t real. But it’s a cemetery nonetheless. And nobody would mess with them here. You could leave them here, they didn’t have families anyways. Here, they could be together. Forever.

“I can help you dig.”

“I’ve got it from here.” You pick up a wooden shovel. It’s old, you’d be surprised if it would hold up to the four holes you’d have to dig. “I can go?”

You stare at him. “No.”

“But you said-“

“I lied.”

You raise the gun, firing it.

He drops. You’re sure to roll his body away from the cemetery. Even if this was real somehow, you didn’t want him anywhere near your boys.

Your hands are covered in splinters. Tears stain your cheeks. You slide them into the graves. One by one. Covering them with dirt. You stick crosses at the head of the graves and hang their dog tags over them.

It was time for exfil.

Arriving back onto the empty base, completely alone. It’s got to be what Hell feels like. Or as close as you can get while still living.

It took a while. You broke down each time you made a move to do anything. It took hours before you could get cleaned up. You laid awake for a while on your bed. Wearing nothing but your undergarments because getting dressed sounded painful. Tomorrow, you would have to break the news to Laswell.

You don’t remember what time you finally fell asleep.

You fly out of bed, hearing the sound of a door slamming shut. Your hands grip the cold handle of your pistol, moving slow out into the hallway. You can clearly hear movement coming from the entrance. You sneak down, slowly and quietly. Handgun raised. You turn the corner, and what you see has your blood running violently cold in your veins.

The sound of your blood rushing through you slushes in your ears with each loud thrum of your heart beating. You step out into the open. Hands shaking, gun falling to your side.

You can’t open your mouth to say what you want to say, stepping closer carefully. A small crack of your ankle has their eyes snapping to you.

They watch you carefully for a minute. Moving closer to you. “Y/N.” Your Captain finally breaks the silence. “Did you put us there?”

You nod your head.

You say nothing, caught like a deer in headlights. “It’s okay.” He mumbles. He moves closer to you, pulling you into him. He was so cold.

They were still dirty.

You led them to the showers, collected each of them clean clothes and towels and waited outside patiently for them to finish up. Once each of them were cleaned up, you parted ways.

It was different, but having them back allowed you to sleep.

They were different. They were quieter and their mannerisms changed. They still did the work and went on a few missions but they were different. They seemed darker than they usually were.

———

Your room was warm. It was never warm.

Your eyes opened, seeing the smoke rising in the room, you sat up. You bolted out of your bed and out the door, sprinting down the hallway. You opened their doors, one by one. But none of them were anywhere to be found. You coughed violently, yelling for them as the flames spread, growing higher.

You burst through the front doors but stop dead in your tracks when you see the four of them standing side by side on the asphalt. Like this fire had been intentionally set.

“Why didn’t any of you get me?”

They stay quiet.

Ghost takes a step in your direction. You step back instinctively. “It’s best not to run. Accept your fate just as the four of us have.” Gaz mumbles. Your hands shake. What have you done? You turn on your heels and sprint away from them. The fear rises when you hear their heavy footsteps chasing close behind you. You slam into the door of the mechanic shop, closing it and locking it behind yourself as they approach the door, banging on it. You back away from the locked door. Watching them try to break through the door. Once again caught in a stare. This can’t be real.

The window shattering startles you and you remember you’re on a death run.

You snatch the keys off of the desk and jump into the drivers seat of the Humvee, making sure to lock yourself inside as you try to start it. When it finally starts, you drive straight through the garage door. The crunch is loud and it clatters to the ground as the Humvee bursts through it. You needed to get back to the cemetery.

You don’t know how you’ll be able to reverse this, but you have to try. You were an idiot to play with death.

You would pay the price.

The breaks squeal as you skid to a stop. You don’t know how long you’ve driven for. You jump out of the Humvee, leaving it running.

You look frantically around the building. Where was the cemetery? Which way is it?

Your brain is foggy as you look around. It looks completely different now.

Your heart thrums violently in your chest, your body feels numb. You start to hyperventilate, hearing another vehicle pull up behind you. You clutch your chest, trying to breathe to stop the incoming panic attack but you can’t.

You clench your eyes shut, breathes getting more ragged as the seconds tick by. Your chest is tight.

Hands lifting you up startle you and you start thrashing around immediately. “Please don’t! Please don’t hurt me!” You breathe. Your lungs burn from the limited air. He’s got you tight against him, trying to restrict your movements. “It’s okay darling. Calm down.”

His voice soothes you, somehow. But it’s not him anymore.

“I’m sorry!” You sob. He carries you inside the building. Walking over rotting corpses. The trail you’d left during your reign of terror. “I’m sorry I put you there. I just.. I can’t live without you. How am I supposed to just move on after seeing all of you die? I can’t do this.” You sob. “It’s alright dear. It’s going to be just fine.” He breathes. He walks you into a room, setting you down. You can hear the door closing behind you. Followed by three sets of footsteps moving closer to you. “Please don’t hurt me- I’m sorry.” He sets you down, holding you from buckling and falling to the floor. “It’s okay. Look at me.” He forces your chin up. His eyes are impossibly dark. Almost black.

“We’re not going to hurt you. We just want you to feel better.” He pushes his hand low, running it across your stomach until his fingertips go too far. You jump back. “Woah! No- no.” You breathe. “Shhh. It’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of.” He shoves you backward into the bed and you bounce up with the force he’d pushed you. You scramble up to the headboard away from them.

When you finally get a good look at all four of them, the gravity of the situation starts to set it.

“Take your pants off.”

Tears fill your eyes once more. You shake your head. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared. Ghost, show her.”

Ghost steps forward, he’s still got his mask on.

He raises it up, resting it on the bridge of his nose. He leans his knee down on the bed, struggling as his boots get caught. He moves closer, seeing you cower away. “Don’t be scared. You want us to forgive you for what you did right?” He mumbles. You nod your head. “This is how it happens, lass.” Soap grumbles.

You swallow hard. You wore a pair of soft pajama pants. You pray you’re dreaming.

“Sweet girl. Should’ve known better than to play with death.”

You clench your eyes shut as he grips your thighs, tugging you down the bed further. “Relax. He’s being kind Y/N. He’s showing you that you’ve nothing to be afraid of.”

Ghost lowers his head down between your thighs, pushing your pants up against your opening and pressing a kiss to your clit through them. You gasp, jumping slightly. What the hell was going on?

He draws his tongue over your clothed opening, the sensation is there, but it’s not strong. Your thighs shiver from the touch. You’ve never been touched like this before. Not in this way anyways. “Atta girl, Y/N. Let him take your pants off.” You look up at your Captain, watching his pupils dilate at the eye contact you make with him. You nod your head, feeling ghost’s fingertips at the waistband. “That’s a good girl.” He growls, palming his hard cock through his jeans.

Simon draws them down your legs and you close them instinctively. “It’s alright, nothing to be afraid of.” Ghost mumbles, his hands are freezing against your flushed skin. Another hand against your cheek startles you. Your Captain had moved closer. “Pretty girl.. loyal even after death.” He smiles. Chills arise on your skin. A gasp leaves your lips as Ghosts lips connect with the soft skin of your opening.

He places another kiss on your bare clit this time, tugging on your shirt to make you look at him. When your eyes meet his, he clutches your fingertips with his own, entwining your fingers together and forcing your hands down against the bed. He’s trying to restrict how much you can move. You take in a jagged breath, eyes drawing away to examine the rest of the men in the room. You’re met with cold, hungry stares. Your cheeks light on fire and you draw your eyes back to Ghost. Where he laps at your entrance like it’ll be his last meal. Your thighs start to shiver, body jerking as he works an orgasm out of you. He won’t let your hands go, you have no choice but to squirm and whine and beg him to let you move your hands. Just when you’re on the brink of pure bliss, he draws away.

His lips glisten in your arousal.

He keeps your eye contact as he sits up to lift his shirt over his head. His stare is intoxicating. Your eyes snap to Gaz as he moves closer. “You’re a good girl.” He breathes. Brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You look up at him through your eyelashes and he grips your chin hard. “You’re going to get yourself into trouble looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He smiles. You choose to say nothing.

“Cmere, sit up.” Gaz helps you stand. This feels wrong on so many levels. They’re cold, they’re gone. Yet here you are, with them in such a filthy way.

You shake, thighs shivering slightly. Gaz lays down on the bed, gripping your hips and helping you on top of him. He lines you up with his cock, tugging on your hips to slide you down onto him. A gasp gets stuck in your throat, coming out strangled. “Good girl-“ he hisses, clutching at your hips. You rest your hands flat on his chest. You feel the bed dip down behind you. You can feel the warm breath of someone against your neck. How was their breath warm?

You can feel them nudging their cock against your ass, your breathing picks up. You’re nervous.

He slicks his cock up with saliva, lining up with your hole and sliding into you. “Deep breath, darling.” His voice is just barely above a whisper. Your Captain.

He slides himself into you at the same time you slide down onto Kyle. Your body goes rigid, a cry leaving your lips. Kyle grasps your hands, holding them down as he thrusts up into you. Captain Price grips your face, forcing you back to kiss him. Attacking your throat with his lips and teeth. He can feel your blood pumping under the skin.

He glides his fingertips across your front, sliding it lower. He pushes in on your stomach slightly and smiles to himself when he can feel it bulging out from where you take them. Once he’s done entertaining himself, he slides it even lower. His cool fingertips press against your swollen clit. Abusing it further. He circles it, working an orgasm out of you. You’ve never taken so much in your life let alone in one night. You let out a mewl, tilting your head back into him. He holds you tight to his chest, helping you lift up and back down onto Gaz. Gaz enjoys it. He watches you slide down onto his cock each time his captain lowers you, his fingers drawing eights into your clit.

He’s getting close, just from the show you’re putting on.

You hear the door open behind you. When you try to look, your Captain forces you to look away. You’re so cock drunk, you don’t even fight him.

Gaz hisses, clutching your hips. “Ah- gonna cum!” He shakes, you expect him to pull out. But he doesn’t.

Your captain forces you down onto the both of them, and they both cum with a growl.

Your eyes are wide, shock written all over your face at what they’ve just done to you. You’re full, overflowing with their cum. You’re frozen, they pant heavily around you. Your Captain slides out first and you gasp as he does. Relaxing slightly. You weren’t even close to being done yet. Kyle helps you off of him, you try to stand but a body blocks you. “Where are you going so soon darling?” You haven’t made it up to us yet.” Johnny smiles. You swallow hard. “Johnny.. I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Course you can.” He grasps your hips, turning you and forcing you down by your shoulder. You catch yourself on the edge of the bed. He’s got you bent over. “You wouldn’t want to make me mad, would you?” He asks. You feel the cold steel pressed against your throat. “N-no Johnny.”

“That’s what I thought. Now keep your legs open for me sweetheart.”

Tears fill your eyes as he fills your pussy up once more.

“Think ya can come?”

“N-no. But it’s okay.” You breathe. “Don’t be scared darling. Nothing to be afraid of. We just want you to feel good, don’t we Ghost?”

You hear a deep chuckle from the other side of the bed. “Mhm.”

Johnny lifts you up and turns you around, forcing you down on the bed. Your back hits it, bouncing slightly as you do. He pushes you up further and Ghost stands at the edge, stroking his throbbing cock. He lines himself up with your lips and pushes his cock past them. “Such a good girl.” He breathes. “So fucking good.” He growls, thrusting himself deep into your throat, holding himself there to cut your oxygen off. Your body shakes from abuse it’s gone through. Blood pumps through your veins, adrenaline.

Johnny slides back inside of you and you want to gasp but can’t. He starts fucking you, hard.

Ghost pulls away for a second, only then do you start to notice a smell in the room. Irony almost.

Is it… dirt?

You finally look up, getting a good look at Johnny. You notice he’s got dirt all over his hands. His boots that remain on are covered in it as well. What were they doing when Gaz and your Captain were in here with you?

Ghost wraps a hand around your throat. “Pay attention sweetheart.” He pushes you back down, pinning you to the bed with two hands around your throat. He lines himself back up, pushing his cock between your lips. He fucks himself deep into your throat, groaning out as your face starts to flush from the lack of oxygen. Johnny holds your hips tight, taking deep hard thrusts, making sure to rub your swollen clit with his dirty thumb.

Your thighs shake. The lack of oxygen intensifies the way his cock feels against your walls. You shake and squirm.

When Ghost lets you breathe, you take in air like it’s limited. Until he cuts it off again.

Your orgasm comes on strong. Your face is a deep red, cock hitting the back of throat, bruising you.

Your whole body covers with goosebumps as your orgasm finally hits you. Your thighs shake, you can hear them laughing at you, taunting you. You can’t find it in your to care. You cry around his cock, tears spilling from yours eyes. His hips stutter and he cums down your throat. Black dots fill your vision, but you swallow every drop.

He finally pulls out and you choke to breathe, Johnny still pounds into you.

You cry, tears spilling from your eyes.

“It’s okay- nothing to be afraid of.” He breathes. He doesn’t halt, doesn’t fuck you any easier. He lets you cry while he finishes.

Finally- he stops. Thrusting as deep as he can go. Filling you full of him. Your body shivers, worn out from what they’ve just done. Your throat and lips burn, your sobs have faded now. Overstimulated and exhausted, you lay on your side. You can hear the four of them moving around you, but choose not to look.

A hand clamping a piece of fabric over your mouth has you fighting against them. “Deep breath dear, it’ll be over quick.” Your Captain growls. Raising you up. Ghost stands in front of you, a buck knife shining in his hand.

Your consciousness fades, the realization that you would soon be joining them in the graves of the pet cemetery hit you too late.

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Anyone got any tips for making it through really tough times? Or dealing with grief? Ya girl could really use some.

I just recently lost a baby and am just generally going through some of the hardest times of my life. The Zoloft and Green Apple White Claws just aren’t cutting it anymore 😂

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3 stories in a day? We’re spoiled 🩷

Yesss. I love to spoil my babes 😆🥰 I’ve been working my butt off on these stories today lol

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Pretty. (Alejandro & Rudy x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, double penetration, unprotected sex, sex pollen, degradation, NO MINORS!

Your teeth chattered as you crept forward.

It was the one thing you truly hated about the night in Mexico.

Mexico was actually a rather diverse place. Much different from how it’s depicted in photos and shows, anyways. The landscape differs drastically depending on region. From Desert to Jungle. But the one thing they both had in common is just how freezing they were in the winter time at night.

Luckily, the places you usually ended up, you didn’t have to worry about snow. Usually just the blazing hot sun or now, the freezing cold.

Your bones felt ice cold as you crept. Fingers and toes numb as you pushed forward. Just a little longer.

You’d been on base working for Alejandro for some time. You’d worked alongside him and Rudy for a few years, and for the most part you’d enjoyed it. Sometimes the job was brutal and didn’t seem worth it with all of the death you’d seen, but you pushed on. There were always people out there that needed your help but you feared Mexico would always battle a cartel of some kind.

The cartel was brutal and their affiliation- or corruption rather- within the military made it much harder to control. People were tempted with money, it took you years before you finally understood why people referred to it as the root of all evil, because people could be downright cruel at the mention of it.

Men, women, children. It didn’t matter. If money was involved, everyone was dying.

And as fucked up as it is, it’s just job security for you.

The three of you got a tip for a bust. The drug lords were the hardest to find, but busting up small operations, taking each of them in and getting information out of them is all you could do to get closer. The only problem? No matter how many you caught or killed, there was always another waiting to take their place.

There was a new drug on the streets. It was bubblegum pink and more powerful than a lot of drugs you’d come across. It was a mix of something and you’d meant to get your hands on it to find out what. Assuming a mix of ketamine or maybe pink cocaine for the color, but finding it was hard. It was expensive and narcos weren’t just giving it up. But the death toll was in the hundred thousands in just a few months since its arrival. You were trying to stop it before it got into the states but it seemed impossible at the rate it was being sold.

It was causing heart attacks, not even just overdoses like a usual powerful drug. It was inducing them, and you couldn’t understand why. Autopsies showed nothing, it was odd.

The warehouse you were approaching was larger than you thought it’d be. It had bright LED lights surrounding the outside and a watch tower, which meant your attack had to be executed perfectly.

You and Rudy would make a distraction, Alejandro would get inside like a weasel.

The plan was going good it seemed.

Your feet were quiet across the ground as you walked fast to get to the control room. There is where they’d be able to set off an alarm, which meant there was the most important attack. Alejandro reaches it first, eliminating those inside before they’re able to alert the entire building. From there, you’re picking people off one by one.

It’s intimidating, it’s a big place with a lot of people. Taking them quietly is hard. One wrong move and the three of you could be dead before a single word gets out. It’d be even worse for you, seeing as you’re a woman. Rudy and Alejandro know that, and have told you what it means to be caught as a woman. You knew what your options were. Those words will always echo in your head from that talk, that night. How it changed everything for you.

“You don’t let them take you alive. You die before you get taken to a second location.”

It was hard to understand but you’d seen the aftermath of what they’ve done to women and know the torture is far worse than death. Terrorists and Narcos were particularly brutal.

Your heart races, but you’re almost done. You clear the last few rooms on your end, seeing only a few and it’s easy to take them out. Alejandro and Rudy eventually call back, saying the coast was clear.

Even though it scares you, they set the alarm off as a last resort. To really make sure.

They stop it, and when no one comes, you know you’re in the clear.

“Anyone find anything?” Rudy asks. You nod your head. “Found what looked like a lab on the bottom floor. There was a lot of the pink powder. Can finally find out what it is.” You smile. The three of you make your way downstairs, and you weren’t kidding.

There are bricks of it everywhere, a lot like how cocaine is packaged but it seems to be packaged really well. “Don’t touch anything without gloves, no idea what this stuff is.” Alejandro mumbles, looking around for paperwork. You help him.

You search for a while, before finally stumbling across a packet.

It startles you to see what it is.

“It’s not a narcotic.” You mumble.

“What?” You turn to look at him. “It’s not.. something people are using to get high. It’s a sex drug.” You mumble. You pass him the packet and he reads across it. “Explains the heart attacks.” He mumbles. You spend another couple hours researching and finding out the best way to destroy it. You eventually decide burning it is your best bet.

You start dousing it in gasoline and than throw a match on it, watching it go up in flames.

The explosion is what none of you expect. You’re not close enough to get hurt, but the giant cloud of pink powder that goes up, exposes the three of you to the drug.

Once you’re done coughing your lungs out, you’re standing in complete shock.

“Shit!” Alejandro hisses. “These fucking.. narco bastards!” He goes off, mumbling and cursing in Spanish as he walks away. “Now we can’t even look for a cure.” He growls. He disappears, leaving you and Rudy alone.

“There is a cure.” You mumble. “What?”

You nod your head. “It’s obvious.”

“What is it?” He asks.

“Sex.” You sigh. He doesn’t know what to say.

“There’s got to be something else. Let’s just.. try to relax. Maybe look for some other information.” You nod your head. “Sounds good Rudy. I’ll head for the office by the control room. Maybe there’s something left over there.” He nods. “I’ll go after Alejandro.”

The two of you separate and you make your way inside the building.

It’s quiet as you make your way inside, it’s still smoky from your attempt at destroying the drug. You start your search for anything.

Nearly an hour later, you’ve shed most of your clothes. Wearing just an undershirt and pants. You’re sweating and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You’re still searching but it’s gotten harder to push yourself. There’s no sign of Rudy or Alejandro and you’re out of options.

You reach for your cargo pants, no one was going to help you. You had no choice but to help yourself. You push your pants down your legs and prop up in the rather comfortable office chair. Dipping your fingers into your opening and tilting your head back to rest against the chair. You shut your eyes and relieve yourself.

Your fingers slip into yourself. Your heart starts to settle, finally relaxing.

You don’t know it, but Rudy watches at the door with wide eyes. He’s shed his sweatshirt as well, despite the negative temperatures outside, it felt hot inside. Sweat drips down his cheek from his hair. His lips are parted in surprise, cock throbbing from what he’s watching unfold in front of him.

You.

You’re panting out, the squelch from your fingers entering you is lewd.

Rudy jumps when Alejandro steps beside him. The both of them pausing to watch you through the window on the door. Alejandro swallows hard. “Looks like she couldn’t help herself.” He snorts, mumbling just barely loud enough for Rudy to hear it.

You’re about to come undone, but Alejandro opens the door.

You gasp, scrambling to cover yourself but his eyes are dark.

“Don’t hide from us.” He breathes. You look up, eyes wide. Seeing that they look just as worked up and disheveled as you. Sweaty with a pounding heart. “See you’ve found nothing.” Rudy pushes past him, moving to lean against the desk close to you. You keep quiet. Despite how turned on you are, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. You don’t expect him to reach out, fingertips drawing over your exposed shoulder. His other hand rests against the desk.

There’s papers strewn around everywhere in the room from your frantic search, along with your clothes. The office is a mess. It’s getting warmer in the room by the second.

“N-no. Couldn’t find anything.” You breathe, looking at his fingertips where they touch you.

Alejandro moves to your other side, pushing your hair out of your face. They’re standing on either side of you now. You close your eyes, moans slipping past your lips unintentionally. “I-I can’t take it.” You hiss, fingertips drawing to your opening once more.

“Don’t worry. We’re here to help you.” Rudy mumbles into your ear, lowering himself down to replace your hand with his.

What the fuck was happening?

You whine, pushing your hips up. His fingers dip into your wet hole, his middle and ring finger curling into you as he stands next to you. You grip his wrist, whining out as he slides them into you. They can hear your heart thumping it's beating so hard.

You mewl out his name and that’s when he loses it.

He draws his hand back, reaching for his belt.

“Cmere amor.” Alejandro lifts you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and he hitches you right at his waist. He sets you up onto the table, shoving off the strewn paperwork. Rudy pushes his jeans down past his cock, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pumping it up and down. He’s more turned on than he’s ever been in his life. His hands are shaky and he’s worked up. Alejandro has already exposed himself. “You think you can take us both?” Alejandro mumbles, kissing along your cheek and temple. You nod your head lazily.

“I want her pussy.” Rudy mumbles. Alejandro steps to the side. Rudy moves himself between your legs, lifting you up to where Alejandro had you minutes ago. Hitched right on his hips.

Rudy lines you up with his cock, resting his hands along your hips, arms under your knees. He lowers you down onto him, watching you part on his dick. You whine out as he sheathes you completely on his cock. Your legs shiver and you can’t keep yourself together. Toes curling as a gasp leaves your lips. Alejandro moves behind you. You can feel his hands on your back, moving them. Gripping your hips above Rudy’s hands and adjusting you so that he can slide into you. He slicks himself up with his spit before nudging the fat tip of his cock in your ass. When he inches deeper, pushing into you, you wince. It’s a lot to take in. Rudy slides his cock into you to help you relax. Between being full of Rudy and feeling Alejandro slide deeper, you’re barely keeping it together. It’s intense.

Your thighs shake against Rudy and he keeps you up on him. You feel Alejandro’s hips pressed flush to your back, you know he’s completely inside of you. He holds onto your hips and Rudy holds onto your legs to keep you up. He rocks his hips into you a couple times to get you used to him.

When they both start thrusting in succession, you lose every bit of control that you have.

They make a complete mess out of you as they fuck into you. In just a few seconds. You’re loud and nearly sobbing after just a few thrusts. It’s intense.

“Think she likes it, Rudy.” Alejandro taunts, you can hear the smile in his voice.

“A ella definitivamente le gusta.” His voice is low. Your body shakes from the overwhelming pleasure. You can barely breathe, panting like a dog. You cling to Rudy, knuckles white as they build you up. They push you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust they take in succession. You’re about to lose it.

“Look at you pretty girl.” Alejandro smiles, his breath against your ear gives you chills.

Rudy laughs, it’s taunting.

“You ever taken two cocks at once before? You’re taking it so well..” Alejandro’s voice is low. “N-no.” You whimper.

Rudy smiles. “S’why you’re soaking my cock like that, ah? Gonna melt that fucking brain of yours.” Rudy hisses. Rudy was always such a sweetheart, hearing what he’s saying is too much. What has this drug done to you? To them?

Alejandro mumbles in Spanish as he fucks into you from behind. You shiver but at the same time you feel hot. Their hands on you is overwhelming. You’re right on the edge of an orgasm. You don’t know how much more you can take. Alejandro hisses, slapping his hand against your ass. You jump, a moan leaving your lips. “Look how horny you are.” Alejandro mumbles. “Taking both of us for the first time and so well too..” he smirks. Rudy smiles. “Course she is. You saw her fucking herself with her fingers.” He laughs. The way they talk about you straight to you has your cheeks reddening. “Awe. Is someone blushing?” You close your eyes.

“No reason to blush now, amor.”

They laugh at you.

You clutch hard at Rudy’s shirt. Shaking. You’re getting close and so are they. Lower stomachs are tense, three knots building all at once. You’re about to lose control, a high you’ll never come down from. They’re getting louder as they fuck you, teeth gritted and balls tight. They’re right there. Strings of taunts and insults leave their lips.

“Look at you, such a little slut-“

“Fuck, taking my cock so good-“

“Such pretty flushed cheeks, gonna cum princess?”

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

You cry out, pulsing hard around the both of them. The hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, every single nerve ending seeming to singe at the ends. You shake and cry and it lasts much longer than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your toes curl and you can’t keep yourself together. They both cum with loud groans and grunts, thrusting into you to ride out each of your highs. It’s too much.

When it finally ends, you go limp. Resting your head on Rudy’s chest. You gasp when Alejandro slides out of you. His cum leaking from your stretched hole. Rudy sits down in the chair you were in just moments ago, you’re still sheathed on his cock.

“Fuck.” He pants, resting his head back.

The clarity seems to hit you all at once and your cheeks are on fire. What you had just done hits you like a ton of bricks. Your colonel and his best friend. Rudy helps you off of him. The three of you spend the next few minutes getting dressed and cleaned up. Not a word exchanged between the three of you. You don’t know what to say.

“Y/N, why don’t you go wait for us outside? We’ll finish lighting this place up.” You nod your head. Your legs feel like jello when you walk. They can see how difficult it is for you.

Rudy smirks, crossing his arms as Alejandro spreads gasoline all over the office.

“What?”

“Was just thinking, when we fuck her again later tonight, want to switch sides?” Alejandro laughs. “Of course I do, loco hijo de puta.”

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Mind Games. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, non-con if you squint, unprotected p in v sex, slurs, NO MINORS!

John brings the cigar up to his lips, hearing the door open behind him. “Look. Whatever beef you have with Y/N needs to stop.” The younger man is fuming, and it doesn’t get any better when John smirks.

“Y/N and I do not have.. beef.” He shakes his head, blowing smoke from his mouth. “Than why do you always do something to make her uncomfortable? You know she doesn’t like you, yet you’re always around her.” Captain Price laughs, his shoulders bouncing slightly because this is truly funny to him. “Tell me, Sergeant. Have you slept with Y/N yet?” He asks. Watching his eyes go wide. “That’s none of your business.”

“So that’s a no.” He laughs, tapping the ashes from his cigar. “Y/N isn’t uncomfortable around me because she doesn’t like me. She’s uncomfortable around me because I have done things to her that would disgust you if she told you. She doesn’t want you to find that out.” He crosses his arms. He clenches his fists. “I don’t believe you.”

“Then go and ask her for yourself. But she doesn’t know we’re having this conversation does she? Because if she did.. she probably wouldn’t be too happy about it.” He laughs. He moves closer. “Y/N is a good girl. She gives off an innocent impression but there’s no way someone who’s been touched by me like she has, could be innocent.” His voice is low. “She hasn’t slept with you and she’s not going to because she knows that no matter what, no one will touch her like I can.” He draws more smoke into his mouth from his cigar. “So unless you want her to know about this little conversation, you better back off.”

As the younger sergeant walks away, he thinks to himself. What could the two of you have done that is so bad? Sex is just sex. He doesn’t understand. Although that’s your Captain, he could lose his job over a relationship with you.

He heads straight for your room. Knocking at the door and you tell him to come inside. A part of you wants to sigh when it’s him.

“Don’t be mad.” He breathes. You narrow your eyes immediately. “What did you do?”

“I talked to Captain Price. After dinner today.” He mumbles. You go to speak but he interrupts you. “Wait- before you get mad. He told me that something happened between the two of you and I want you to know I don’t care. Nothing you’ve done with him will make me look at you any different. Okay? But maybe we should talk to Kate or someone about it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well it’s inappropriate Y/N. He should lose his job.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Why should he lose his job?”

“Because.. you’re so much younger than him- you could say he groomed you.”

You cross your arms, smiling. “That would be a bold face lie.”

He goes quiet. “What?”

“Everything that’s happened between John and I has been consensual. Not that it’s any of your business.” You scoff. “Well. They don’t have to know that. You could get him off your back and I’ll take your side.”

“So you’re saying I should lie to Kate about what happened?” You ask, stepping forward. “Yes.”

You sigh. “You know.. John has always been right about one thing.” You mumble. “Younger men always miss the mark because of just how stupid they are.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m not going to lie, because I respect him. I’m not a liar and the fact that you would lie about a man, cost him his job, all over some girl you’ve been on one date with? You’re a coward. Get out of my room before I swing on you.” You grit your teeth, stepping toward him. “But Y/N!”

You shove him back, ripping the door open and shoving him out. You slam it shut and lock it. “Y/N! I’m sorry!” He sighs. He rests his head on the door frame.

Captain Price is walking back to his own room, seeing him standing outside your door.

“Found out, didn’t she?” He smirks.

He shakes his head. “This is your fault.” He growls. “How so? I didn’t tell you to come talk to me.” He chuckles, walking away.

———

The next morning, you’re sitting outside. It’s a nice day out and you’re spending it in the sun. It’s your day off, you found a spare chair laying around, you’ve got a new book read. It’s perfect.

Until he’s nagging at you again. Trying to apologize for the night before. It’s three times he’s come out to talk to you, you’re about to snap.

You take a drink of your water, eyes not moving from in front of you. “Y/N… please just talk to me.” He mumbles.

The door opens behind you, Captain Price steps out. Pausing when he sees you.

“Oh.. sorry. I’ll go somewhere else.” He mumbles.

“No! No. Please. Feel free, he was just leaving.”

Your sunglasses hide your pleading eyes. “I was not- Y/N-“

“Y/N. Is he bothering you?”

“Why yes, Captain Price. Actually he is.” You roll your eyes. “Y/N-“

“You heard the girl son, go inside.” He mumbles. He sighs, knowing that he has to listen to his Captain. He slams the door on his way inside. You smile when you see John cringe. “Got you a clingy one.” Captain Price lights his cigar. “We went on one date.” You roll your eyes, tilting your head back and letting the sun warm your skin. “Not exactly the kind’ve spot for tanning.” He laughs. “No but I don’t have a car and this is all I’ve got.”

He smiles. “You know there’s a beach like.. 20 minutes from here.” He looks down at his watch, holding his cigar between his lips. “Yeah, what’s that to walk?” You scoff. “I’m offering you a ride, Y/N.”

“Wait, really?” You ask. He nods. “Cool! Let me grab something to wear.” You lift yourself out of the chair and hurry inside. You scramble to grab your clothes before he comes back to bug you anymore.

“Ready?” John asks, he’s got his own sunglasses on now. “Mhm.”

You follow him out to his truck, climbing into the passenger seat. “Gotta get gas.” He mumbles. “I’ll pay for it.” You start digging through your purse. He chuckles. “No.” He buckles his seatbelt, throwing the truck in drive. Resting his hand on your head rest to back up. He turns his head to look out the back window, cigar smoke blows straight into your face, but you’re used to it. You roll your eyes. “Why not? You’re driving me.”

He shakes his head. “Because you’re a woman and I’m not an asshole.”

“You assuming I don’t have the money?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “We both know you have the money, you fucking brat.”

You go to punch his leg but he catches your hand, raising it up as he pulls along the gas pump to the gas station. “There is no fucking way I’d let a girl like you pay for my gas.” He smiles, watching the way your smile falters. He always said those things that just struck you right to your core. He knows it too. You hated him for how he acted.

You don’t talk much on your way to the beach and he can guess why. He doesn’t know why he does what he does. And he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just seal the deal with you. He doesn’t know what he’s so afraid of. He likes to see the look on your face when he says those things. The way your stomach falls and wetness pools between your legs because no other guy in your life has ever treated you in such a way. He likes to see it but you follow it with heartache and that’s what he hates about himself. You deserve more than just someone who plays games with you.

You swore to yourself you’d keep your distance from John, and it’s been nearly eight months. You were his dirty little secret and you didn’t want to be any longer. Those eight months ago you gave him an ultimatum. To walk away from you or stay.

It’s the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever faced, when he left.

But it was a needed decision. Coming to the beach with him was a bad idea.

“Gotta change.” You mumble. Climbing into John’s back seat. “Aren’t there bathrooms?” He asks. Eyeing your in the rear view mirror. “I don’t know.” You shrug. Tugging your shirt off. You’re almost completely naked in his back seat, not the first time for him.

It seems to hit him harder when he can’t touch you this time. He hisses quietly, resting his hand over his jeans where he’s hard from just a glimpse of you. You slip your bathing suit on just as he pulls into the parking lot. You get excited when the beach is empty.

You get out onto the sand, lay your towel down, and rest in the sunshine. It’s a well needed break from everyone and everything and John chooses to spend his time walking up and down the beach with a cigar in his hands. He doesn’t last too long. Maybe an hour, right until that cigar is gone. He approaches you where you lay, watching you flinch when he covers the sun. “You’re boring me.” He mumbles. You sigh. “I’m just enjoying the sun, John. Move.” You mumble. He sighs. “Keep the attitude and I’ll leave you here.”

You smile. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He laughs. Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket.

‘Better seal the deal on this one cap. He’s got a pretty good plan to win her over and he just might.’

He reads the text from Johnny. Rolling his eyes. So everyone knows how he feels about you but him?

‘Yeah? What’s that?’

‘He just left, looking for a flower shop and a jewelry shop.’

John laughs. He knows you’re not that kind of girl.

For anyone but him anyways.

“What do you see in that guy anyways? In any guy these last few months.” You bite your lip, thinking to yourself. “To be honest? Nothing.”

“What?”

“I don’t see anything in anyone, I’m bored and they fill my time.” John laughs. “Christ..”

“Besides. You run them all off after a while.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you talk about ‘the things we’ve done’ and they go running.”

“Shit.. I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “Yeah, guys don’t like that thoe of stuff. Except for this guy- I don’t know.” You mumble. “I don’t know what my type is anymore, but I’m bored. Eventually I’ll be brave enough to sleep with one of them.” You laugh.

John stiffens immediately.

He doesn’t like to hear that.

He plays it off but stands up and walks away, drawing out his phone. He walks further down the beach. He lifts it up, dialing Johnny’s number. “What’s up, Cap?”

“Keep that asshole away from those stores, or so help me.”

Johnny laughs. “Ghost already drained the oil in his car. His engine maybe has a couple miles.”

“Thank you.” He doesn’t say another word before he stands up. He looks along the beach, watching the sunset. Is he going to do this? Commit to you? How will you feel, being a choice finally? Is it too late? Is he going to put himself out there and have it backfire? He has to push the thoughts away, no point in stressing about it. He makes his way back over to you. “You’re boring me, come on.”

“No way I’m watching the sunset!” You huff. “Yeah, and I wanna watch the sun set from there.” He points.

You sigh. “Fine.” You pick your things up, walking with him. You follow him for a while before he settles finally, sitting down. And for the next half hour, you watch what might be the prettiest sunset you’ve ever seen.

But eventually, the sky gets dark. Your skin gets cold. And the reminder of what you have to go back to floods your brain. You wish you could stay on the beach forever. You sigh. “Well. Guess we should probably head back.” You mumble. “Why?” He asks. “Because it’s getting cold.” He laughs. “M’not cold.” He shrugs. “Okay, well I’m cold. You’re the weirdo who wore jeans and a jacket to the beach.”

He laughs. “I don’t wear anything but jeans, darling.” You roll your eyes. “Well I’m gonna go sit in the truck.” You hold your hand out. “If you want my keys. You’re gonna have to beg for em.” He smirks. Dangling them just near your outstretched hand. You narrow your eyes. “John, I promise you. You do not want to play this game with me.” You smirk. “Oh, why’s that?” He gives you a mischievous smile. “Because you’ll lose, every time.”

“Try me.”

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly. “Please give me the keys.”

He tilts his head. “Not good enough.”

You smile. “John.. please give me the keys?” He shakes his head. “Thought you said you were good at this.”

“I am.” You raise your hand. His keys on your finger.

He shakes his head. “Didn’t even notice.” He laughs. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“We could always stay.”

You turn to look at him, confused. “What is this, John?”

“I think you know what this is.”

You clench your eyes shut. “No. No, we’re not doing this.” You hiss. You go to stand but he grasps your wrist, pulling you back down. “You can’t keep playing games with me, John. It’s not-“ he cuts you off by kissing you. And you want to scream when you kiss him back.

John knows his time is short. He’s limited on time, if he’s not inside of you in the next minute, it’s not happening.

He keeps your lips covered and your hands above your head as he pushes you back into the sand. You wiggle a little bit but you know it’s no use. Your body will give in to him, it always did. And those eight months will have been for nothing.

He fights with his zipper and gets your bathing suit to the side. He sucks all of the air out of you, cock sliding between your wet folds and filling you to the hilt. You gasp, eyes shutting tight. “That’s it.” He breathes. Drawing back. He thrusts into you again. Your body betrays you, but your heart doesn’t. Your lip quivers and before you know it, you’ve got tears streaming steadily from your eyes. He freezes when he feels your cheek. “Y/N?”

“Get off- please.”

He sits back, sliding out of you. “Y/N.. what’s wrong?” You try to shove him completely off but he doesn’t budge and when you let out a sob, it’s when it feels like a hole gets torn right through his chest. “Y/N… hey-“ he grasps your arms. “Please calm down- please.”

“I can’t do this- I can’t d-“ you suck in a sharp breath. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take it.” You turn your head away from him. “I’m the kind of girl you won’t let buy your gas but also the kind of girl you play games with.” You try to fight him off even more. Tears still stream steadily down your face. He moves himself over top of you, pinning your hands above your head. Forcing you to look at him. “Look at me.”

“No.”

“Please, just look at me.”

“No! Let me go!”

“Y/N. Lower your voice. Look at me, that’s an order.” He’s stern.

You shake, finally turning your head to look him in the eyes. “Just relax. I’m sorry for forcing myself onto you.”

You clench your eyes shut, chest growing warm with another sob. “I brought you here because I want you to know the truth. I want to be with you. I want it to be you, always. But I feel like I’m going to take away from your life. You’re so much younger than me, you have so much time left to do the things you want to do. I’ll do nothing but drag you down. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore, I’m here because I want to be with you. I love you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.”

You take in another harsh breath.

“I can prove it.”

“Just.. please. Give me a chance.”

“I can’t do this John. I can’t play these mind games with you.”

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes but-“

“No. Do you trust me?” He looks you in the eyes. “Yes.” You sigh. “Than just trust me.” He breathes. You can’t see him because it’s too dark, but he reaches his hand between the two of you. He grasps the base of his cock and guides himself back inside of you, hearing a gasp leave your lips.

“John-“

“Y/N. Just.. give in to me.” He breathes. You sigh.

You hate this, but the way he makes you feel is unmatched. Your body could never forget the touch of Johnathan Price.

He draws back and buries himself inside of you again, only this time? You fall right back into that place you were eight months ago. When you’re somewhere deep inside that base. Where you can’t get enough of each other and he’s touching you like no man ever has. Like no man ever will. You’re backtracking. And your mind flashes to another man touching you. Or trying to. And you’re sick to your stomach again because you’re madly in love with John and there’s nothing you can do.

You try to clutch the sand but each grain passes through your fingers. You can’t hold on to anything. All you can do is clutch handfuls of it at a time. You’re trying to keep your composure. Hold on to whatever little bits of your sanity remain but it’s no use. His cock moving along your walls, drawing you into him. There’s no hope for you. Your hands shake, the way he makes you feel is intense. His grunts stun you each time he lets them out. The fact that your body is a place of pleasure for him used to entice you, but now it’s a cold reminder of what could never be. John Price would never be with you. His lies and broken promises have proved it.

But you could let it go. Your brain can get lost in the fuzziness of blinding pleasure brought on by John’s hands. His lips, his tongue, his cock. You clutch at his jacket, pants leaving your lips. You’re different this time, even he can tell. You’re not as into this as you used to be. You used to not be able to get enough of him. What was he thinking?

He lowers his hand between the two of you and presses the pad of his thumb into your clit. Your gasp makes his blood pump.

“My good girl.” He breathes. He lowers his head into you, hips still moving steadily into you. He attaches his lips to your neck, and he pulls you in.

You get louder. Not loud enough to attract unwanted attention. But enough to tell him he’s winning again. Each time he buries himself inside of you the hilt, he’s dragging you back down. No matter how hard you claw away. You will always be his. He’s going to show you. His thumb working st your clit. His teeth and lips sucking at that sweet spot on your neck, his cock inside of you. You’re not going to last and you know it. Your thighs shake, your breathing is uncontrollable and your moans are unsteady. Coming out as incoherent strings. “There you go baby.. give it to me.” He quickly reattached his lips to your neck and just like that, you’re gone.

Your eyes roll back. He can’t see it, he can only feel your body shaking. You cry out his name and this time he feels his heart explode.

You reach your orgasm with a son and he draws his hand away.

John doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the consequences and he’s going to break his own stupid rule about finishing inside you.

“Look at me.” He forces you.

Holding your head still, just a few more.

He clenches his eyes shut, a forced breath of air leaving his lips as he buries himself deep.

Your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips as he does something you didn’t think he ever would.

He finishes right inside.

You’re frozen, you can’t believe what he’s just done.

You say nothing. Even as he pulls out of you and helps you up off of the ground. You’re quiet. Still stunned. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Yeah.” You mumble. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For.. everything.” He sighs. “It’s okay. Can we go back to base now?” He nods his head. “Yeah, come on.”

The drive back is quiet. The distance between the both of you has never felt larger. He feels even further away from you than he did hours earlier. He doesn’t understand, if this was him giving in, why did he feel like it wasn’t working? Were you too far gone?

This is what he was afraid of. It was too late. He already fucked it up.

When you arrive back on base, you make your way into the mess hall. Looking for something to drink. John is hot on your tail. “Where have you two been?” Gaz asks. You glance at John. “We were-“

“He gave me a ride to the beach.” You grab a water from the fridge. “Yeah? Have fun?”

You nod your head, tipping the water bottle back. “Can tell.” He smirks. You look confused. John smirks. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s talking about the hickeys I left on your neck, Y/N.” He crosses his arms. Your eyes widen and you quickly cover them. His willingness to expose what the two of you had done when he’d always kept it a secret before catches you off guard. “Shit!” You hiss. “Are they bad?”

“Well. You can definitely tell what you’ve been up to.” Johnny laughs. “Damnit! I have to take a new ID picture tomorrow!” You shove your way through the metal door. John laughs. “Thank god you’re finally figuring this shit out.” Gaz mumbles, seeing John roll his eyes. “Been waiting months. Even got a bet on it!”

John shakes his head. Making his way to the door you’ve just gone through. He pauses when he hears the door open behind him. “Fuck.” He hears a hiss. The younger recruit makes his way inside. “Something wrong, sergeant?” John asks. “Bad night. What do you care?”

John wants to laugh. Because when he sees you and the marks he’d made on you? It’s going to be an even worse night. He makes his way down the hallway toward your room. “Wait- where are you going?”

“To find Y/N.”

“No.”

John turns. “No?”

“Leave her alone, she doesn’t like you.”

John smiles. “After earlier tonight, I find that to be very untrue.” He smiles. He scoffs, shoving past John.

“Y/N page back.” John talks into his radio.

“Copy.” You mumble into the radio.

“Sergeant S. is on his way to you.”

“Fuck me.” You groan.

“Already did.”

You roll your eyes.

You hear a knock at the door. John has followed down the hallway, listening in. He waits around the corner. “What do you want?” You sigh after you open the door. “I just wanted to-“ he freezes. “What’s on your neck?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

He’s furious. “Why are you playing games with me?”

“I’m not playing games with you, I went on one date with you and then told you to leave me alone.”

“You’re a slut.”

You laugh. “Clearly not, considering I wouldn’t even fuck you.” You go to close the door but he stops it with his foot. “Did you fuck him?”

“Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

He nods. You laugh. “Yeah.” You drop your hands to your side. “I fucked him. Happy?” John can feel himself hardening in his jeans at your tone of voice. “Why? What is it about him? He treats you like shit.” You laugh. “I know.”

“So what is it? You’re not stupid.”

“Because he’s not wrong. When he told you that he’s done things to me that would disgust you? He wasn’t wrong.” He scoffs. “You’re ridiculous. You should have more self respect.”

You smile. “I don’t need self respect. I sleep perfectly well at night. Thanks anyways.”

This time, you close the door.

John waits. Hearing footsteps coming his way. “Truth hurts.” He mumbles. He startles him as he turns the corner. “Jesus. What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to go away so I can go back in for round 2.”

“You’re cruel.”

“And you’ve got a lot of nerve talking to my girl like that.”

“Your girl? She’s not your girl.”

John smirks.

“Believe me, after the night we’ve had? She’s most certainly my girl. Now go on.”

He scoffs, making his way down the hallway. John turns, walking to your room and opening the door. He walks straight in, seeing you sitting in front of your mirror. “You alright?” He asks. You nod. “Why’d you tell them you left these marks on me?” You turn to look at him. “Because I was telling the truth earlier Y/N. This is what I want.” He grasps your hand, helping you stand. “I’ve been an idiot and I’ve treated you poorly. That ends today, alright? No more of this. You’re mine.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t be a last resort.”

“You’re not a last resort. You’re too good for me and it drives me crazy to keep you tied down with me. You deserve better.” You laugh. “I don’t want better. I just want you.”

“I know. A dumb decision to me, but I can’t let you hurt anymore.” He kisses you again. “You’re an ass.”

He smiles. “And you’re beautiful.” He kisses you, backing you up into your bed. He pushes you down on it. “Wait- everyone is still awake!” You push him back. “I don’t give a fuck. I hope they hear us.” He mumbles, nudging his face into the crook of your neck. “Hey! No more marks!”

“Shut up.” He groans, reaching for his belt.

“Asshole-“ you hiss, feeling him smile into your skin.

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Stalker. Pt. 2 (Slasher!Ghost x Reader.)

!nsfw, pregnancy, violence, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, some kind of Stockholm syndrome I guess, knife play, NO MINORS!

“How is the mission coming along Simon?” Captain Price asks. “Stagnant there for a while.” John places his paperwork and coffee cup down at the table Simon sits at. “It’s fine, was just having trouble finding a couple. I actually had a question about one of them.” He asks.

“What is it?”

“This address on this one here, it says a man’s name and has a man’s picture. But when I got inside, a girl lives there. Seems to be alone.” Captain Price grasps the paper and takes a look at it. “Must have moved, I’ll take it and double check for you. I’m glad you noticed before you… you know.” He laughs. “The rest have all been pretty easy?”

“Yes sir.”

“I feel bad, you’re terrorizing this town.” Captain Price laughs. “If only they knew the kind’ve people living in it.” He scoffs.

“Yeah. Ignorance is bliss they say. Terrorists sleeping and renting houses right under their nose, planning an attack. They don’t even know it and I’m the bad guy.” He laughs. “You see they call me Ghost?” He smirks. “Yeah, thought that was funny.”

Simon doesn’t let Price in on his endeavors, or why he’s been stagnant for 5 months. He was a little distracted by you. He feels bad. How he’s belittled you and talked down on you.

‘Your brain should be cut out and studied.’

Sure, Ghost was a killer and you didn’t know that it was actually Terrorists he’d been killing. But you didn’t need to know that to let him do what he’s done to you, you really thought he was some kind of murderer and he’s been toying with you a while. He’s glad he studied you before he killed you. That one might’ve gotten him into a little bit of trouble.

Even if he was caught, he’d be released because of Captain Price.

It had been weeks since he’d last gone to see you. He wanted to give you time to get used to him not being around, since he’d needed to finish his killings. He’d just finished his last one up about a week ago. The town could settle now, he’d leave it alone. Before he focused on other missions, he wanted to see you one last time.

He waits until nightfall again, peeking through your window before he goes in again.

When he gets to your window though, it’s not what he’s expecting to see. Usually you’d be reading or watching something. Even playing on your phone. But instead, he sees you wiping your red and puffy eyes as you sit on the edge of your bed. You’ve got fresh hot tears spilling from your eyes. Something was wrong.

You rub at your sore wrists, and he sees a glimpse of what looks like bruises. Telltale signs of abuse, and he knows exactly what to look for. He glances to your throat and sees the fingerprint bruises. Someone had attacked you. Who was it?

He makes his way around the outside of your house, raising up the still unlocked window. He climbs through with ease and marches straight back to your room. When he pushes the door open, he startles you. You’d been crying too hard to hear him come in.

You gasp, standing up quick. You cover yourself in a weird way, as if you’re protecting something. “P-please- I’m not-“ you back away.

“Who did it?” His chest rises and falls quickly. You wipe your eyes. “What?” He looks furious just from his stance. He steps toward you, his eyes are dark. He’s scary when he’s like this. You flinch.

“Let me see.” He steps forward even more. You’re hesitant as he closes the distance in just a few steps. Raising your hands to take a look at them. He pushes your sleeves up. The bruises are darker than he thought. He pushes your hair back looking at your neck. “Who?” He tilts your head to the side to get a good look.

You look stunned. “My boss.” You mumble. “What on earth did he think gave him a reason to place his hands on you like this?” He asks. You swallow hard. Eyes welling up with tears. “I-I’m…” you clench your eyes shut. “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widen.

He remembers the last thing he’d said to you. You didn’t know that he wasn’t really that bad of a guy, you were scared. He shouldn’t have said it.

He sighs. “Okay, but… why did he hurt you?”

“I’ve spoken with a doctor and he said that I’m a high risk pregnancy and I couldn’t work too much longer. I went to let my boss know and he.. he got angry. Called me a slut and.. said that I was stupid to get knocked up.” You mumble. “When I argued back he grabbed me by my throat and.. I tried to get away and he wouldn’t let my wrists go.” You hesitate.

Your brain is fried because the only thought is, you’ve been sleeping with a murderer and this is where you draw the line? This of all things is what you’re scared of?

Ghost sighs. “Why are you being nice to me?” You ask. He grasps his mask, tugging it over his head and backing you into the bed. “Because.. I’m not who you think I am.” He mumbles. “What?”

“Just.. sit down.” He mumbles. He takes your wrists, trying to massage them to relieve them. He’s sure they have to hurt. “I’m Lieutenant Simon Riley.” He mumbles. “I’m apart of the British Special forces, I operate in task force 141, I report to Captain Jonathan Price.” He pauses. “They call me a killer, but these people here that I am killing, they are terrorists working in an undercover operation. I have a paper here.” He draws it out of his vest and unfolds it. He passes it to you. Sure enough. It says everything he needs to know. It’s got a picture of the man, what his fake name is, what he goes by, what his actual name is, where he lives. It’s got everything on it. “The reason I came across you is because of this paper, the address on it. It’s wrong. When I saw you, I thought it was odd. So I watched you for a while and then… you left that book.”

You can’t believe this.

How can this be true? How could you have let this happen?

“I was stumped so I asked my Captain and he confirmed it. It’s the house across the street. My last target.”

“Last week..” you mumble. The last killing, right next door. “Yes. I have all of that information in writing if you need it. I swear I’m telling the truth.” He breathes. “I believe you.” You mumble. “But I wish you’d have come clean about.. 2 months ago.” You mumble. “Hm?”

“When you scared me to death by saying not to take anything after you came inside me, Simon.” He laughs. Seeing a smile raise to your lips. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. You just.. I don’t know. You got into my head. You made me lose every single bit of control."

“Believe me, you got into mine too.” You laugh.

“I’m sorry. I guess we.. got a little carried away.” He smiles. “Guess so..”

“I feel bad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Uh.. tomorrow. We’re gonna go see your boss.” He stands up, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. You look up at him. “What?”

“That fucker put his hands on you and you’re carrying my baby.” You blush. Looking down. It feels weird to hear that from him. How could he not be the killer you thought he was? And why does it make you feel even better about having had sex with him in the first place?

“I think I’d rather just let it go..” you mumble. “Sorry dear, not happening.” He mumbles.

He paces, back and fourth. “Why are you a high risk pregnancy?” He asks. You swallow hard.

“Because uh…” you look down, forgetting that you had left this part out. “There’s.. more than one baby.”

“What!”

You snort, laughing. “Had the same reaction in the doctor’s office.” You mumble. He’s stunned.

He wipes his face in frustration. “Okay, alright. Nothing to worry about. I’m probably stressing you out which isn’t good. Okay.” He sits down next to you. Turning your face toward his. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head. “Good.. good.”

“Are YOU okay?” You giggle. He nods. “Yeah.. just not how I expected this to go.” He laughs. “Me too.”

“I’ll leave you alone though, I can pick you up and we can go to the coffee shop tomorrow.” He nods. He goes for the door but you stand up. “Wait-“ he freezes. He turns to look at you. “You.. you can stay. If you want.” He looks at you. You’re toying with the sleeves of your shirt. It’s clearly large on you for some reason. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. “Okay.”

“We.. kind’ve have a lot to catch up on. You know.. since we’re going to be parents.” You blush. Seeing a smile tug at his lips. “Sounds good to me.” He laughs. “You got any water? Feel like I’m about to pass out.” He mumbles, wiping his face. “Yeah, come on.” You walk past him to get to your kitchen and he follows after you. “It’s a lot to take in.. believe me I had an even worse reaction at the doctor’s office.” You mumble. You pass him a bottle of water and he takes a drink, sitting at your table. You slide a chair out and sit down too. “Awfully big shirt for you.” He laughs. “Yeah but.. it’s comfortable and all my other clothes are kinda tight around my stomach now.” You blush. “Only gets worse from here. I mean.. twins..” he trails off.

“Er… Triplets.”

He chokes on the water, coughing for a second. “Are you serious?!”

You nod your head nervously. If he were a murderer he’d want you dead.

“My god.. what kind of woman are you? I came in you one time.” He laughs. “I.. guess a very fertile one.. I don’t know.” You blush. “Do you have any kids?” He asks.

“No. First time..” you look down. He can tell you’re nervous. “To be honest I thought I was going to end up doing this alone so.. I don’t know.” You mumble. He nods his head. “You’ll be alright. Promise.”

Later that night, when you’ve fallen asleep, he steps outside for a moment. He draws out his phone, dialing his Captains number.

“Simon? Where are you?”

“I’m out for the night, but I need to call in a favor.” Simon brings a cigarette up to his lips. “What is it?”

“I’ll explain tomorrow, just have the task force meet me at the Coffee Shop Johnny likes to go to. Round 10.” He mumbles. “Nothing too crazy I imagine?”

“Guess you can be the judge of that when I show you tomorrow.” He takes another drag of his Cigarette.

“Alright Simon. We’ll be there.”

He finishes his smoke and heads back in for the night.

The following morning when the both of you are dressed and ready, you show up to the Coffee Shop. You look cute. You’ve got a shirt on but it is a little tight around your tummy. You can’t completely tell that you’re pregnant but too much longer and you definitely will be. You see three men standing outside, wearing full Military uniforms and that’s when you get nervous. Simon pulls into the parking lot, the shop is about to open and no one is inside except your boss. It would typically be you opening, but he’d fired you. “What’s going on Simon? Oh- Hi.” Captain Price smiles as you follow behind him. He’s obviously confused.

“Hi.” You mumble shyly.

“This is Y/N.” Everyone is confused. “Wait- you’re the barista here, right?” Johnny asks. “Used to be.. yeah. Until yesterday.” You mumble. Simon sighs. “To make a long story short, she’s Pregnant and the doctor said she can’t work as much. So she came in to tell her boss, -the guy in there now- and he put his hands on her.”

“What?”

“Y/N. Show em.” You swallow nervously. Rolling your sleeves up slightly. The bruises are even worse today. “Her throat too.” He mumbles. He pushes your hair to the side and they can see the handprint.

“Can I ask how this involves us?” Captain Price asks.

Ghost blinks a couple of times, a smile on his face the group has never seen before. “Who d’ya think got her pregnant?”

He gets wide eyes and the others smile back at him. “Easy enough, let’s go boys.” Captain Price leads the way. “Congratulations by the way, Simon. And job well done.” Captain Price mumbles. “This must be the mix up I take it.” He smiles. Glancing at you. You follow between the group. “Mhm. How’d you know?”

“A hunch. Not gonna ask how you went from a stranger in her house to getting her pregnant though.” He chuckles, opening up the door for everyone. You file into the coffee shop. “We’re not open yet!” You hear him yell. “Not gonna be, either.” Simon mumbles, switching the latch on the door. “That’s alright, just had a question.” He calls, walking up to the counter. He appears from a room in the back and when he sees you, his blood clearly runs cold as his face drops. “There we go, that’s the look I was hoping for.” Gaz smiles. “Heard you like to put your hands on girls.” Soap steps forward. “S-she said she didn’t know who the dad was!”

“No I didn’t. I said it was none of your business.” You narrow your eyes. “Well.. you’re lookin at him.” Simon smiles. “Or uh.. sorry.” He corrects himself.

He spins around for a second, sliding the skull mask on and turns back to him. “Now you are.” The man’s eyes widen before rolling back into his skull, he falls over backward. Out cold. They didn't even have to do anything with him.

Simon laughs. “Gaz. A hand?” Captain Price rounds the counter and grasps his feet, Gaz makes his way around and lifts him by his arms. They drag him into the office in the back. Soap moves behind the bar, looking over the coffee machines. “Never been behind the counter before.” He mumbles. “Sucks that you won’t work here anymore. You make the best coffee of all of the baristas.” Soap crosses his arms. “Yeah.. I’ve seen you like every morning for over a year.” You smile. “Yeah. We’re on base here, but I’m sure you know that. Since yknow.. you two are well acquainted.” He winks, seeing your cheeks light on fire. “How do you work this thing anyways?” He asks. You smile, stepping behind the counter.

“I can show you.”

Johnny stands beside you, watching your hands as you make the first coffee, he’s really confused at first but once he gets the hang of it, multiple cups of coffee and a few burns later, he’s made it perfect. Or close enough.

“So.. when’s the baby due?” Johnny asks. Gaz and Captain Price are drinking their own coffee’s. “I’m measuring 9 weeks right now, so.. they’ll be here.. I don’t know. Another 30 weeks or so unless the babies come early. Give or take.” You shrug.

“I’m sorry.. did you say they?” Gaz asks. You nod your head. “My last visit they saw 3 babies.”

Johnny chokes on his hot coffee, coughing violently as he inhales it instead of the gasp he’d tried to take in. “Three?!” You blush. “Yeah.”

“Wow. That’s crazy. You guys, wow… three?” Johnny mumbles. Everyone laughs as he stumbles over his words. “Yeah. Took me a little off guard too.” You mumble. “Ah- worst part’ll be the birth. The rest is bittersweet.” Captain Price smiles. “Kids are a blessing, like best friends that have no choice but to go everywhere and do everything with you.” He chuckles. You nod your head. “That’s true.”

———

Your nerves are completely shot as you walk into the doctor’s office. It was your next appointment a few weeks later and you were here alone. The only downside to having no family around and barely knowing your kids’ dad. But you take it with a grain of salt and push the door open. “Hey- wait!”

You turn around, seeing Simon coming through the door. “Simon? What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want you here alone.”

“You said you had to work.” You mumble. “But I got it off, don’t worry about it. Cmon.”

He leads you up to the front desk and you check in. After waiting a while they finally call you back and get you ready for your ultrasound. Simon watches the screen as she searches for your babies. You’re looking at it too.

“There we go… there’s one..” she hovers it over for a second, getting a good look at the first baby. “And.. I only see two.” She hovers over the second baby, only seeing two sacs. You nod your head. “Wow.” Simon mumbles. “It’s pretty common, we call it vanishing twin syndrome.” She smiles sympathetically. Ghost finally takes a seat, he was anxious coming in. He seems to relax as she shows him his babies. It’s so hard for him to believe that you’re pregnant and that they’re his. “Seem to be growing pretty fast. Might be some big babies.” She smiles. You smile, you’re nervous.

When you’re leaving, you have the sonogram in your hands. “Y/N, just out of curiousity. How did you get here?” He asks. You hold back a smile. “I.. I walked.”

“Jesus Christ. Get in the truck.” He mumbles. You smile, circling to the passenger side. You freeze when you look at just how high it is off the ground. “Uh.. I don’t think I’m going to be able to-“ a gasp leaves your lips when Simon lifts you up, setting you down on the seat. “Wasn’t going to make you climb up yourself, watch your feet.” He says, slamming the door. He could be such a gentleman. Such a vast difference to who he was to you just a few weeks ago.

When you get to your house, he helps you down and walks you inside. You of course invite him in. “You doing okay?” He asks. “Yeah.. I just wish this was.. under different conditions.” You mumble. “What do you mean?”

“I.. wish we were together. Like.. before and after kids you know. Stable? That we didn’t meet because of.. odd circumstances.” You blush. He rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t matter how we met. Nobody has to know about that but us.” He chuckles. “Yeah I guess so..” you mumble. “Come on, let’s get you off your feet.” He helps you off of the couch, guiding you back into your bedroom. You were showing quite a bit more now. Ghost felt more protective than ever. “You seem stressed about something.” He mumbles. Helping you take your shoes off. “I am.” You sigh, resting on your hands. “What is it?”

“I live alone, I have 2 babies on the way, and have no job. I just don’t know what to do.” You mumble. He shakes his head. “That’s not your job to worry about.”

“If I don’t worry about it, I’ll lose my house Simon.” You sigh.

“Lay back.” He mumbles. He pushes you further up the bed and takes your foot into his hands, massaging at the skin. “You’re a real smart girl, so I need you to understand something.” He mumbles. Hearing a sigh leave your lips as he runs his thumbs over the center of your foot. “There is no way in hell I’d let that happen to you. I will take care of you, it is not your job to worry about any of that.”

“Simon-“

“Y/N.” He’s stern. Hearing another sigh leave your lips as he squeezes your heel. “Your job is to stay healthy and keep those babies baking. My job is to make sure you’re safe. Understand?” You smile. Groaning out when he switches to your other foot.

“Yes I understand.”

“Great. Good…” he trails off. “And uh.. for some reason, massaging your feet made me hard.”

You can’t help but laugh at him. “Simon!”

He laughs, pressing your foot against his jeans where you can feel him through them. “Fuck.. I can’t help myself, it’s your fault.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m gross and pregnant, how can it be my fault?”

He shakes his head. “You’re not gross. You’re beautiful.” He runs his hand up your stomach, feeling you. His hands on you for the first time in months.

“And I miss touching you.” He breathes. He draws his fingertips across your skin, hearing your breathing pick up as he does.

It’s odd, feeling him touch you so gently.

When you know exactly what he’s capable of.

Your brain flashes back to him, how rough he was. His hands on you, around your throat. Tugging your hair, forcing your head back so he could kiss you. The way he forced you to your knees. His touch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Like a drug you’ll never get enough of no matter how much you take. He watches you practically fall apart at his touch. Knowing this right here is exactly what brought the both of you together. You were trusting. Luckily it was Simon. He grasps your ankles, moving them apart and forcing himself between them. Moving himself to hover over the top of you.

“Simon..” you pant, feeling him press his erection into you. Grinding himself against you.

“Yeah baby I know.” He breathes. “I know what you need.” His voice is low and intimidating. He presses his hand to your throat. Gripping tight but not cutting your airways. “You’re so pretty.” He breathes, pressing a kiss to your chest. He gets his hand wedged between your pants, sliding it further down your front. His thick callused fingers meet with your sopping wet opening and you melt right into his touch. He brushes the pad of his middle finger gently over your clit, seeing your lips part slightly as a mewl leaves your lips. He kisses along your jaw and cheek, lowering himself slightly as he kisses your neck. Watching you fall further and further into the black hole that is Simon Riley. He bites gently at your neck, sucking at the skin until he can see the blood surface. He doesn’t care about leaving marks on you.

You clutch hard at your sheets, moaning out as he circles over your clit. “Oh fuck..” you pant. “Deep breath, doing so good.” He growls, nudging your face with his nose slightly. Simon was a rough lover.

He slides his middle finger lower than your clit, pressing it at your entrance. He nudges it past your opening, feeling you go stiff as he slides it into you. “Oh you’re so wet..” he breathes. Sitting up slightly as he draws them away, adding another digit. He thrusts them into you, curling them up. Drawing you deeper and deeper.

You can’t keep your composure. Moaning out and clawing at the sheets. Whatever it was about him. The way your body reacted to him in such a way.

The pleasure is almost blinding until he abruptly draws his finger back, watching you whine at the loss. He can’t help but chuckle, a subtle way to taunt you. He helps you get your pants off, undressing himself as he moves closer. You see him smile. A mischievous thought running through his head. You can tell. “What?”

“Nothing. Just had an idea.” He draws away for a second. He reaches down into his jeans, drawing a piece of fabric from the pocket. He slides the familiar mask over his face and you roll your eyes. “Simon-“

“Ah.” He pinches your nipple slightly, hearing you gasp. You rub your hand over the sore nub. “Call me Ghost baby. Just this once, for old times sake. Don’t disobey me.” He breathes. You hear a click, feeling the cold steel pressed against your throat. That same thrill returns, a pit settles deep in your stomach. You freeze, feeling him move between your legs again. His jeans are unzipped and unbuttoned and his toned stomach is bare. He moves closer, guiding his cock to your entrance. He notches the tip right at your opening and presses the knife into your skin, hearing you whimper. “Whose pussy is this?” He asks.

“I-it’s yours Simon.” You swallow hard. He presses it against you harder, seeing you wince. “What was that?”

“It’s yours Ghost!” He thrusts into you, filling you to the hilt. You cry out, clenching your eyes shut. “There’s my good girl.” He takes the knife back, closing the blade and tucking it back into his pocket.

He draws his hips back, rubbing his hands down your thighs gently as he thrusts back into you. He keeps up a steady, bruising pace. He fucks into you until your legs shake, if you couldn’t keep your composure earlier, you really can’t now. Ghosts hands shake as he holds back. He wants to be even more rough but he can’t, not while his babies are inside you. “You’re sick, you know that?” He whispers. Taunting you further because he knows it gets you off. He’s going to use it against you for the rest of the time you’ll spend together.

“You let me fuck you when you thought I was a murderer. Fuck-“ he hisses, gritting his teeth. “You wanted it. Baited me. Lured me into this sweet pussy. And I took the bait.” He taunts. He grasps a handful of your hair, forcing your head back into the pillow, you look deep into his eyes. A small smile creeps onto your lips. “You took the bait, but you’re the one who came inside me.”

He shakes his head, a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah. And if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do it again.”

He raises your thigh up just slightly. Getting a better angle. He slows his thrusts, kissing your foot as he fucks into you. He reaches even deeper inside of you, watching you squirm as stimulates the most sensitive parts of you. Your hands clutch hard at the sheets and he’s pushing you closer and closer to your high. You want it so bad. He reaches between the two of you, tugging his pants down even further. He brings his thumb up to his mouth, pressing it on his tongue before bringing it down to your clit. He runs circles over the nub and watches you unravel, completely at his mercy. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He grunts. His balls tighten, he’s getting close.

“Oh fuck.” His moan is higher pitched than usual, he’s right on the edge. You pulse hard around him, your eyes screwed shut as moans leave your lips in a chain. You don’t even realize what you’re doing to him. He keeps rubbing circles over your clit. You’re right there.

You let out a mewl and he can feel the hard throb of your pussy around him as you cum. His eyes widen at the intensity of it. He cries out, hips stuttering as he reaches his own orgasm. His cock throbs inside of you. The stimulation is almost too much but your bodies work together. Like they were made for each other.

His thrusts finally slow to a halt and he sighs. He slides his dick out of you with a grunt and lays next to you. Pulling you into him. You say nothing as you come down from your orgasms. The reality of what just happened hitting you. What did this mean for you and Simon? He doesn’t have to look at you to know your mind is moving at a mile a minute. He pinches your chin and makes you look at him. He tugs his mask off and smiles. “We’re going to figure this out. For now? You just get some rest.” You roll your eyes. “What are we going to do?” You mumble. “Well. We’ve got two babies on the way and you live in a one bedroom rental.” You turn to look at him. “Do you want to be with me, Y/N?” He asks. You hadn’t really put too much thought into it.

“I hadn’t really thought about it, Simon.” He smiles. “I think we should try.” You nod your head. “So.. we’ll go house hunting. Find a three bedroom. I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He sits up. “That you have to take care of me.” You sigh. “Y/N, I want to take care of you. I like you, alright? And this will work out. You can be my pretty girlfriend, pregnant with my kids. In time, we can get married and we’ll be alright.” He smiles. You laugh. “Seems like you’ve got a whole plan.”

“Yep. Now we just have to let it happen.”

———

“Pass me that paint brush?”

Johnny looks around for it, picking it up. When he finally looks up from what he’s doing, his eyes widen. “What on earth are you doing!”

“Uh.. painting?”

“Get your ass down from there, are you trying to get us killed?” He grasps your hand, guiding you down the ladder. You’re really pregnant.

“Johnny-“

“I’ve got it. You go sit down, lass. Climbing a ladder pregnant.” He mumbles it under his breath. As he’s climbing up, he misses a step and slides down, going backward. The bucket of paint is right there and you cover your mouth, eyes wide. You watch him land straight on his back, clutching his side. He’s barely missed the paint. “Are you okay?” You rush to him.

“Ah- I’m fine. Better me than you.” He groans. The door opens and the other 3 come inside. Gaz is carrying pizza and the other two are carrying other stuff. “The hell happened?”

You help Johnny to his feet. “See? That’s why I didn’t want you up there, Steamin’ Jesus.” He groans. He pushes passed everyone, going into the kitchen. He needed a beer. “I was on the ladder and he made me get down and than.. he misses a step.” You laugh quietly. “Yeah, Johnny shouldn’t be trusted on ladders either.” Gaz laughs. “How’s it coming along?”

“It’s great.” You smile. The entire house is taped off and the furniture is covered with old sheets. “Should be looking good in no time.” You smile.

After eating and finishing the painting, everyone goes home except for you and Simon. You’re already home. “Nursery should be done soon.” You mumble. “Yeah, It’s coming along pretty good.” He rests his hand on your stomach as you lay next to him. Something he’s done your entire pregnancy. His eyes are barely open. “Yeah it is.”

“I love you Y/N.”

You can’t help but go stiff as he says it.

“I love you too Simon.” You brush his hair back.

The ghost who once terrorized this town now lives in it, with a family of his own.

Funny how things change.

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Would you ever write a mean! Reader like mean as in cold and violent and not mean girl way I think it would be interesting with ghost 👀 or even könig 🤔

I have had drafts saved that I’ve deleted of a really battle hardened reader but I didn’t figure anyone would like it 😩

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Omg, I'm not on Tumblr as much and I didn't know it had me unfollow you 😭 love you too much for all of that, mootie 🫶🏾

Mine does the same thing sometimes, it’s frustrating

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!nsfw, p in v sex, ghost films without readers knowledge, NO MINORS!

Loser!Ghost and a task force who believes Y/N can do no wrong. That she’s innocent and nothing is going on behind closed doors with her. She’s too sweet and pretty. Especially for any of them.

But one day, when Ghost is trying to show Johnny something on his phone and “accidentally” scrolls too far, Johnny catches a glimpse of Ghost fucking you raw in a full Nelson. His eyes go wide as saucers and he can’t believe what he’s just seen.

“No way that’s Y/N.” Soap shakes his head. Ghost laughs. “Er.. hate to tell you but it sure is.” Soap shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t believe it.”

“I mean you’ve already seen it.” Ghost shrugs, passing Johnny his phone. Johnny takes it from his hands and watches the screen. Ghost sure as shit has his mask on, in full gear except his cock is exposed through the zipper hole in his jeans. You’re completely nude, arms brought up over your head in the full nelson Ghost has you in, fucking you deep and hard. Eventually, Ghost turns you toward the camera just slightly and he can see your face plain as day. Cock drunk- a fucking mess.

Soap watches the video over at least twice before passing it back to Ghost. “Christ. She makes herself out to be so innocent I don’t believe it.”

Ghost chuckles. “She’s far from innocent.”

“Yeah, not only did she let you fuck her, she let you film it.” Soap shakes his head. Ghost shrugs. “Wouldn’t say she let me film it.” He chuckles. It’s dark. Johnny’s eyes widen. “She doesn’t know about that?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way MacTavish. Keep your mouth shut.”

“Ghost-“

“Not another word, Johnny.”

“Fine. Only if you send me that video.”

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I miss you guys, tell me what's going on in your lives and lets have a convo in the comments :(

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I’d love to hear other peoples’ thoughts on this, but hear me out…

Soap is lowkey way scarier than Ghost

He’s not usually scary because he doesn’t try to be. Soap is very charming and boisterous and has a great sense of humor.

But I saw someone point out how Soap’s eyes are just on the side of too blue if he wants them to be. Too intent. Have you seen the way he looks at graves? Have you seen the way his ADHD ass focuses with that wide-eyed, predator-like intensity?

Soap isn’t a bad guy, he wants to fight for what’s right. But he likes the fight. He has fun. I sincerely believe this man has a very well-hidden and controlled sadistic side.

He’s a demolitions expert. He’s incredibly smart and incredibly destructive. I feel like people headcanon him as being the most effeminate or happy-go-lucky of the 141, which he very well may be! But I also think he is the most batshit insane and quite possibly the last person I’d want to cross.

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Happy birthday 💜

Thank you🖤

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No fun. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, reader dealing with a crisis, unprotected sex, alcohol, choking, talk of suicide. NO MINORS!

Please enjoy the shit show I’m going through, happy birthday to me or whatever.

They only want you when you’re seventeen. When you’re twenty-one, you’re no fun…

Eyes glossed over, world spinning. This is normal.

This is completely normal, most people spend their birthday sitting at a dingy bar, on their fifth glass of the cheapest liquor they have. Oh who are you kidding…

You had dried blood on your knuckles, underneath your black jacket was a blood stained shirt. It was a mix of your blood and whoever else’s after the mission you’d been on. It didn’t go so well and you’d been beat and slashed but it was a better way to spend your birthday than how you’d originally planned it. Though you expected someone to notice what day it was. Everyone always remembered birthdays, even last year on leave you got a text from Johnny at least.

But after she joined the base, you rarely if ever heard from any of them anymore. A new recruit, freshly out of boot camp. She was only on base for a few short months before they shipped her off somewhere else but she’d grasped the attention of the entire task force.

You weren’t jealous or angry. You actually quite liked the girl. She had her head screwed on straight for being so young and that’s what the military needed.

It was the nostalgia that killed you. You missed being a teenager. You miss the innocence that came with not being battle hardened. You missed when people showed interest and now, you were getting older and people wanted maturity. You missed the high school flings, breaking the rules. But here you were. Where you always seemed to be anymore.

Tipping back another glass of Jameson.

Most days you spent hungover. Sick to your stomach and you skipped meals like crazy but who really even gave a damn. They saw it but they didn’t ask. The abnormally pale skin, weight loss. More specifically, the shaky hands when you chugged coffee in the mornings to hide the liquor on your breath.

It was part of the military, who cares. They sure as hell didn’t. They only cared about themselves and that girl.

It didn’t end. Falling into bed shitfaced, eyes full of tears as you thought about the fact that there was no end in sight of this suffering. Only a black hole, sucking you deeper and deeper until you bottomed out and gave in. Either to the voice in the back of your head telling you to end it all, or to the addiction that slowly consumed you. At this point? You didn’t care anymore. Who would’ve guessed that your mid-to-late twenties held more staggered walks home from the bar than random hookups or a baby on the way like everyone else at this age.

Your lip was split, cheek was slashed. Busted knuckles clutched a bottle as you sat on the sidewalk and ignored the way you felt. And that was it.

Happy Birthday Y/N.

Captain Price was looking for you. He always checked up on people after missions and you’d taken a particularly bad beating but you didn’t really seem to care.

Captain Price had all but watched the spark burn out in your eyes. Something he hated but was rather familiar with. The military did things to people. He couldn’t find you anywhere, which made him worry. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” He asks. The young girl bites her lip. Looking away quickly and he notices immediately. “What is it?”

“Think she’s at the bar again Captain…” she trails off. “What? Y/N never goes to the bar.”

She looks utterly shocked. “Than we clearly don’t know the same Y/N.” She mumbles. “What?”

“She’s been at the bar every single night for the last few months. I didn’t want to say anything but I’m getting rather worried.” He thinks to himself. Had he noticed anything off about you? “That doesn’t sound like Y/N at all.” He mumbles. “That’s the truth. She’s got all the tale tell signs too. Pale, shaky, doesn’t eat. I mean she comes in late all the time. I’ve asked her a few times how she’s doing but she just brushes me off with an ‘I’m fine’ and goes on with her day. I mean… Y/N is insane on the field and that guy nearly took her head off with a knife today.”

Captain Price’s stomach drops. The spark in your eyes really was fading. Your love for the field was dissipating rather quickly and he’d missed it. All of it. He looks down, confused. He walks away without another word, to his office. You’d been struggling this bad and he’d never noticed it before? Who went to the bar after such a bad mission anyways? As bad as you’d been hurt, you should be recovering in the infirmary. That’s where he went to check on you, where you said you’d be. You must’ve slipped out then. He opens your file on his computer, seeing the photo that had been on that folder for years now. You smiled so wide. He’d hate to see how unhappy your next photo would be.

Y/N Y/L/N

DOB: xx-xx-xxxx

Something felt off about that… the numbers on the screen.

He glances down to the corner of the computer, reading the exact date.

Nine o’clock.

He stands up, nearly shoving his desk over as he hurries. He grabs his jacket, rushing for the door. “In a hurry, cap?” Soap smiles. “Yeah. It’s Y/N’s fucking birthday and we forgot.”

The look of horror on Gaz and Soap should’ve been something you’d laugh about usually. But you wouldn’t have been interested, not anymore.

Your mind races as you look down at the rushing water, how good it would feel rushing over your injured skin. Carrying your lifeless body down a rapid current, pulling you under. The buzzing, floating. It sounded like peace. Like an end to whatever this is. You don’t remember walking here. You thought when you woke up this morning to your Captain calling each of you for a last minute mission that it was a surprise party. They’d given her one.. the new girl. She had balloons and so many gifts from the task force you’d lost count. You’d gotten her a set of customized grips for her sidearm. She was ecstatic.

You got nothing in return.

Your hands shook violently as you held them over the rapid flowing water. You were so close now that it misted your shaking hands. You were so close…

It was so cold. It won’t be long now.

The five of them rushed into the bar, nearly knocking over barstools and a rack of pool cues as they went. Rushing up to the bartender. “Have you seen this girl?” Captain Price asks in a hurry. Holding up a photo of you. “Y/N? Yeah. Like every night for the last few months.” The young guy behind the counter smiles. “Have you seen her tonight?” He asks. “Of course I have, she just left bout twenty minutes ago. Although tonight she looked rough. You guys must be her military buddies. When she first started coming in she talked about you guys all the time.” He smiles. “Although these days she keeps to herself.” He mumbles. “Anyways. I’m not supposed to tell anyone but when she leaves here, she buys a bottle of Jack and goes for a walk, tonight she said the bridge over the river.”

Captain Price’s stomach drops. “You let her leave with alcohol? Isn’t that against the law?” Ghost asks, angrily. The guy smiles. “You’d have to have seen her these last couple weeks to understand. Poor girl is really going through it.” He looks sympathetic. He scoffs, turning his back. “I’ll stay here in case she comes back. You guys go.” The young girl nods.

They hurried back out into the pouring rain, piling into Captain Price’s truck and he speeds down the road to get to the bridge, only hoping things weren’t as bad as they seemed.

You’d staggered your way back up the bank to the bridge. You were soaked head to toe and you sat on the brick railing of the old bridge. Who knows, maybe the old thing would give way and you’d die in a terrible accident.

Your feet swung back and forth as you tipped the bottle of Jack back. It didn’t burn anymore. You were too hammered to taste anything. Your jacket was sopping wet, not providing any warmth anymore. You dreaded going back to that base. Having to look them in the eyes and pretend as if nothing is wrong when everything so clearly was. You’d tried so hard to talk about your feelings to anyone who’d listen but they wouldn’t. Even Laswell had shrugged you off when you’d mentioned to her how bad these days have been. It was a “chin up, you’re just tired.”

You are tired. So… so tired. You wiped your mouth, another set of headlights illuminated the bridge behind you. But nobody stopped.

You didn’t expect them too. You were just a lonely person dressed in black. Contemplating the depth. How many feet was it you think? One-hundred feet? One-fifty? Not too bad anyways…

Your eyes barely stayed open, everything was so blurry but the rush of the rapid river was so peaceful. You tilt your head back and let that spinning feeling wind you up. It usually made you sick, but tonight felt different.

“I’m such a bad fucking Captain.” He shakes his head, mumbling angry to himself. “Captain you can’t blame yourself. She hasn’t asked for help, she hasn’t confided in anyone.” Soap mumbles. “How are we supposed to know if she doesn’t tell us?”

“She has been trying to tell us. For weeks now. Even Laswell brought up how Y/N had come to her about a few bad days. I thought nothing of it. I swear if she’s jumped…” he hisses. “I should have noticed. She was in my office talking to me everyday for a week and it was so out of the ordinary for her and I just sat there doing my work, ignoring her. And forgetting her birthday…” he trails off. Everyone in the truck feels shame. “I’ve noticed it too. The shaky hands and late nights. I just thought maybe the work was getting to her.” Ghost mumbles.

Captain Price is nearly there, speeding to get to you.

You had tiny rocks, from when you’d slipped down the bank. Dropping one of them every so often and counting how long it takes before it hits the water. It was getting rather hard to see with the darkness surrounding you. Besides, you were heavier than a little rock, surely you’d hit the water faster than that.

Headlights lit up your back this time, only now, you heard the tires on the wet pavement coming to a stop behind you. Some bystander coming to play hero most likely. Maybe you’d entertain it so they’d leave you alone. “Thank you sir or ma’am. I don’t want to kill myself anymore!” You smile at the joke.

“Y/N?” You hear his deep voice call from behind you, your stomach falls. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. You stay quiet, hoping they’d think it was someone else. You hear his footsteps getting louder as they approach. Course it’d be your Captain no less.

“Trying to kill yourself? We can’t have that. You’re discharged!”

You smile to yourself again. Head spinning. “Y/N. Darling?” His steps have slowed and you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to be all gentle, sir. I’m not going to jump if you get too close.” You give him a lazy smile and that’s when he knows it’s bad. Really fucking bad.

“You’re supposed to be in the infirmary. Healing.” He mumbles. “I did go. That was hours and hours ago, sir.” You mumble. “Bandaged my arm.” You hold it up. The bandage was completely ruined with water. “I stuck my hand in the river, wasn’t thinking and got it all wet.” Your voice is slurred. “You.. you were down there?” He asks. “Mhm. I go down there all the time. Good fishing in the summertime I hear, sometimes I see the fishermen. I’ve talked to a few of em.” You move to tilt the bottle back for another swig but he grasps it, pulling it away. “Think that’s enough. It’s time to go.” He mumbles. “Don’t think so, Cap.” You mumble. Sniffling. He watches you drop another pebble between your feet, whistling as it descends to the water. He can clearly see what you’re doing. “Y/N…” he mumbles. “We.. we forgot your birthday.” He mumbles. You laugh. “That’s okay, I hoped everyone would. I mean I’m at the age they don’t really matter anymore, anyways.” It stings.

“That’s not true Y/N. You’re young. Too young for this. Please get down.” He breathes. He’s got a tight hold on your shirt that you didn’t realize he’d had at first. You spin around, rolling over the railing and facing him. You smile. He can tell you’re about to say some fucked up stuff just from looking at you. “You know.. I had this.. whole thing. Every-“ you hiccup. “Everything I’d say. If I ever found myself like this. I told myself I’d go to you and I’d say “Captain Price. I’m really struggling and I need help. And you know what I got?” You smile.

“You wouldn’t want to be like your dad, would you Y/N?”

Captain Price forgot that he’d said it. He knew about your past with your dad and everything you’d gone through as a kid and why you were so tough on the outside. He doesn’t know why he said it. Your presence was bothering him that day because he was just trying to get his work done.

“Oh he’d be proud wouldn’t he.” Your lip quivers and your smile falters. “I am young. Too old to live, too young to die.” You mumble. “If it’s okay, I’d like to walk back to base. Don’t think you want to leave your truck there.” You look at it. Spotting a pale white skeleton mask through the slightly tinted window. “Ah shit.. you brought everyone. That’s great.” You mumble. “I’ll start back.” You push past him, staggering down the sidewalk.

He rushes across the street, pulling the back door open. “There’s a coat back there, hand it to me.”

“Is she okay?”

“No. Far from it.”

Ghost hands him the jacket. “I’m going to walk with her, drive my truck back to base please.” He mumbles. You hear his quick footsteps behind you. Sighing. “Here.” He passes you the coat and you take it with hesitation. “I’m already soaked sir.” You mumble. “I don’t care.” He says. “How much longer do I have?” You ask. He looks confused. “What are you talking about?” He asks. “Surely I’m off your task force for this. How long?”

His heart shatters to pieces. How little do you think he cares about you?

He pushes you back into an alleyway, off of the main road and underneath the edge of the roof to keep you out of the rain. “Swap your jacket, go on.” He mumbles. Holding his hand out. You sigh, shedding the soaked jacket. “I’m not going to remove you from my task force for something we all go through Y/N. It’s a bad day, not a bad life.” He mumbles. “It’s been a bad few months, Captain.” You mumble. He sighs. “I know Y/N… I know.” He mumbles. “It’s going to be okay. Come on.” He mumbles. The walk back to base is slow you seem to be dreading the return. Captain price has never felt so poorly before. He had missed so much, look at you.

When you finally make it back, the concrete entrance coming into view, he stops you. “Listen. We’ve got a lot to work on okay? And you’re far from sober now. So I’ll come find you tomorrow. Go in and go to bed okay?” You nod your head. He makes sure you’re in your room. It doesn’t take you long to pass out but John waits outside your room to make sure you actually stay inside.

The next morning, you wake up. And something is off.

You wake up completely sober with a massive headache, which can only mean one thing. You’d overslept.

You dart out of bed, snagging your phone and seeing the clock read 11:00. You were usually up at 5:00 every morning. You scrambled to get dressed, struggling your hardest since this is the most sober you’ve been in weeks. You reach for the door handle, and that’s when you freeze. The events from the previous night come flooding back to you. Not only were you most likely already on thin ice with your Captain, but now you’d slept in late. You were furious with yourself. You rip the door open and head straight for his office. You open the door, not bothering to knock and walk straight in. You see her sitting in front of desk and want to scream, you probably look like hell. “Ah. Y/N.” He smiles. “Was just getting ready to come find you.” He goes to stand. “Uh.. yeah. Sorry sir, my alarm didn’t wake me up like usual, I’m not sure what happened.” Your hands shake, you look pale. He worries the moment he’s got eyes on you.

“It’s okay. I went in and turned it off, I figured you’d need the sleep. We were just finishing up, take a seat.”

“I can come back another time-“

“No, we were just going over her discharge.”

You look concerned. “Excuse me- discharge?”

“Yeah.. it’s not going to work out with her here.”

“Well obviously there’s not enough work to go around but she shouldn’t be discharged, brought to another base maybe but she’s rather good-“

“Y/N.” She laughs, getting your attention.

“I’m pregnant.” She laughs. Your eyes widen. “Shit.” You sigh. “I mean shit- that’s exciting. That sounded horrible. I’m sorry.” You mumble. Sitting down.

“Thanks, I know what you meant. We decided it be best before I get in too deep here you know?” She smiles sadly. “Yeah.. yeah I guess so. Your kid deserves a mom and that’s not guaranteed in this line of work. You’re making a good choice.” You mumble. She smiles. “Thank you Y/N.”

Captain Price smiles. Despite how fucking bad you were struggling you still cared so much for those around you. But he’s saddened by the fact that on two ends of the spectrums, your lives had severely changed. You were an alcoholic bordering rehab and she was pregnant, giving up her career. It was fucked up.

“Oh. And I got you this, I totally had your birthday mixed up with someone else’s- I’m really sorry.” She passes you a box. “I’ll be going now though, planes leaving here in about thirty. Thanks for having me.” She says her goodbyes and exits through the door. You look sadly down at the box she’d given you.

“Why’d you let me sleep in?” You ask. “Because I’m willing to bet good money that’s the most sleep you’ve had in weeks, no?” He smiles.

You nod. “But uh.. you’re not gonna like what I have to say.” He sighs, sitting down in the chair that she had just left, right next to you rather than across his desk from you. You swallow hard, nodding your head. “I want you sober in no less than a week. If you can’t do that, I’m shipping you off my base and to a rehabilitation facility. Am I clear?” You nod your head. “Yes sir.”

“Good. Now that that’s squared. We need to talk.”

You sigh. “Can we just skip this part and go to me being sober?” You look sadly. He laughs. “No. You scared the shit out of the entire task force last night. What’s been going on?” He asks. You sigh.

“To be honest? I don’t know.” You mumble. “The biggest thing is like.. I guess I thought I’d just have done more by this age. You know? A family? Kids? A sugar daddy at least?” It takes him off guard and he laughs a bit. “Christ, you haven’t changed a bit.” He rolls his eyes. You smile. “I just feel disappointed in myself, and seeing her really made me realize what a failure I’ve been. I’ve done all of this work and have nothing to show for it. I thought I’d made a bigger impact on everyone yknow? And then everyone forgets my birthday and it’s just like.. it was just a punch in the gut.” You sigh.

He sighs. “Us forgetting your birthday is no excuse. Time slipped our minds and then the mission. I made a huge distraction for everyone, if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me. I didn’t even realize what day it was until last night when I sat down for just a second and saw the date.” He mumbles. “I don’t blame anyone sir. It’s not that big of a deal of course, I guess I just thought I was more important than I am.”

It stings.

“Y/N.. that’s not true okay? You are important to us. Yesterday on the mission and last night, you gave all of us a really good scare. Which reminds me, we need to be on our way to the infirmary to get you looked at.” He mumbles. He rests his hand on your thigh. “It was shitty of us to forget. We will make up for it, I promise. But for now? We’ve got to get you back on track.” He runs his hand back and forth. “You shouldn’t be disappointed in yourself either. It’s not too late to start a family, and now you’ve got a solid career for yourself. You could easily slip back into a desk job and never see the field again if you decided to have a family.”

“Though I will be really sad because you are one of the most skilled soldiers I’ve ever seen, that’s why you’re on this task force.” He laughs. You smile.

He stands up and helps you up. The both of you making your way to the infirmary where you get checked out and re-bandaged. The next week you’re on the road to being sober again.

The guys don’t say too much to you, which hurts you beyond repair. It makes you wonder if staying on this base is worth it. You seemed so close to them for so long and now?

It’s how it seemed anyways, until day 7.

You were on day 3 with absolutely no alcohol and it was getting easier. The first couple days were hell, but now it felt just like you were back into your same old routine. It was Sunday and you slept in longer than intended but eventually crept out of your room into the mess hall. You gathered your breakfast and sat down at a table and began eating by yourself.

You were fine until the four of them appeared. But they weren’t getting breakfast which was unusual. They approach your table, each of them carrying grocery bags. You looked up from your toast, confused. “Uh.. something wrong?”

“No, actually. We’re happy to see you eating real breakfast rather than pounding coffee with shaky hands.” Ghost chuckles, seeing you smile. “Yeah, well. I keep everyone on their toes it’s what I do. What’s with the grocery bags?” You bite into your toast, looking at them. “Ready?” Johnny looks at Ghost than back to Gaz. “Ready.” The four lift their bags and dump them onto the table. You watch candy and all sorts of stuff fall from the bags onto the table. Captain Price sets a six pack of non-alcoholic beer on the table. You laugh. “That’s funny Captain, really. Might just be my 13th reason but a good one.”

He rolls his eyes. “What is all of this?”

“All our favorite candy cause we’re gonna sit here today and we’re gonna catch up, cause we’ve clearly missed so much.”

“Ah- yes. My birthday included.” You take another bite of your toast, seeing them all flinch. “Yeah- well. We’re idiots what do you expect. Besides, we had this big huge plan made up this year and lost track of time so you’ll have to wait until next year. But anyways, here’s your stuff. Stop talking back.” Johnny shoves the pile of your favorite candy toward you. “Awe! You got me gummy life savers I haven’t had those since I was a kid!” You pick them up, looking at them. He rolls his eyes. “I know, you told me about it on our mission to Iran. Same with The… pixie sticks? Gummy sharks? And uhhh.. gaz said something about gummy frogs.” He pushes them all toward you.

You felt like crying.

Even though these assholes forgot your birthday. They remembered the little things.

You swallow hard. “That’s uh.. that’s really sweet.” You set your toast down. Your eyes zero in on the candy, and you feel the biggest breakdown of your life coming on. You feel so guilty. “Y/N?” Captain Price rests his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, are you alright? Can you hear me?” You look up at him, standing up. But he wasn’t going to let you go this time.

“Hey- it’s okay. We know how you feel and there’s nothing wrong with it okay? Just try to relax.” You nod your head, tears stream down your cheeks and you look away from them. You don’t want them to see you like this. “Sorry- it’s been a rough few months.” You clear your throat, wiping your eyes furiously with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s alright. We’re all here for you Y/N. You scared us.” Gaz mumbles. You nod your head. Your nose goes red, as it always did when you got upset. And you sat silent for a while with tears spilling over your eyes as the five shared a normal conversation, waiting for you to calm down. There was a long road of healing needed to be done for you, but you’d be alright.

And you’d have your brothers along for the bumpy ride.

———

The sound of your door knob jiggling makes you scramble to hide what you’re holding. Shoving it under a blanket and sitting on top to secure it.

Captain Price gives you a look, letting you know that he’s just seen it and crosses his arms after shutting the door behind you. “What is it?” He asks. “It’s- it’s nothing sir.” You feel your face going hot but he doesn’t see it. “Y/N. Tell me what it is. Is it alcohol?” He asks. “What? No. I told you- I’m sober.” You swallow hard. He narrows his eyes. “Well. I told you. I’m checking your room weekly and that’s why I’m here. So give it up.” He crosses his arms, moving in closer. “Sir-“ he sighs, moving toward you and pushing you away. “Please Captain- you have to believe me. It’s not alcohol I’m telling yo-“ he draws your blanket back and when he sees it, he can’t help the crimson running up his cheeks and his earlobes.

A little pink bullet vibrator. “Hm.. okay.” He laughs to himself, covering it back up with your blanket. “Before I search the rest of your room- is there anything else like that I might find?” He turns to look at you, seeing the look of pure embarrassment on your face. “N-no sir.” You swallow hard. “I’m usually on top of hiding it but I forgot you were checking tonight and I was us-“ your eyes widen in horror. “I lost track of time.” You swallow. He turns away from you to smirk, not wanting to embarrass you further. “I believe you. Step out for a moment?” He laughs. “Yes sir.” You rush out the door. You could crawl into a hole and die.

He usually sent you out when he searched, but you’d been good. No alcohol at all, you’d been sober and on the road to healing. With a little help from your pink friend when things got extra tough.

You’re sitting outside your door reading a magazine when he reappears, opening the door and leaning on the frame. “I’m impressed. Not even a drop.” He laughs. “Told you sir, I’m sober.”

“I know, I can tell. But we’re going to keep doing this. Least for a while.” He laughs. “I understand sir.” You blush, looking down. “Y/N- I gotta ask.” He mumbles. You turn and look up at him as he leans against the door frame. Hovering over you slightly since you’d sat just outside the door. “Hm?”

“What’s the reason behind you not being married with kids already?” He asks. You chew at your lip. Thinking over an answer. “To be honest? I don’t know. I’ve never clicked with anyone, let alone gotten far enough into a relationship to even discuss the topic of kids.” You mumble. He nods his head. “You have to cut men some slack, who are we to compete with this?”

You shoot out of your seat, eyes wide as he holds up your vibrator. “Captain!”

“Y/N.” He says your name steadily with a smile.

“I’m wondering if it’s the booze I should worry about, or this?” He smirks. Seeing you narrow your eyes. “Yeah well. If you confiscate that one, can you at least return it with new batteries? Those ones are going dead.” You smirk. He raises his eyebrows. “If I’m not mistaken, I think you’re trying to flirt with me.” He moves from the door, stepping in front of you. He crosses his arms. You lower your voice, taken aback by what he’s saying. “And I think you’re the one holding my vibrator.”

He smirks. He’s moved closer, his face merely inches from yours. “Never cared enough to ask about a boyfriend or kids before Captain, what are you getting at exactly hm?” Your eyes are dark, voice is low and sultry. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening.

Captain Price? And you? Come on.

He bites at his lip. “Go into your room Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” You step to the side, walking into your room and spinning around as he follows you. He closes the door behind himself.

When it’s locked, he’s stepping toward you quickly, backing you up a few steps as he moves closer. “I’m not reading this wrong, am I?” He asks. He’s got a beanie on. Jeans and a black jacket. You look up through your eyelashes at him, eyes snapping to his and locking eye contact with him. A look in your eyes he’s definitely never seen before. “No.”

“Good.”

He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you deep and passionate. It’s sloppy, teeth knocking into each other. It’s something the both of you have needed for far too long now. Someone to just get lost in.

He cups your jaw, fingers locking at the nape of your neck and he pulls you closer, kissing deep and hard.

When he draws away, you’re in a daze. You’ve never been kissed like that before. Your fingertips feel numb.

Numbness starts at your fingers and moves up your arms, down into your toes. You’re frozen in the spot until he’s pushing you back into your bed. He parts your legs, pushing himself up against you and rocking his hips into yours. He kisses you again and you moan into his mouth as he grinds up against you. His cock is hard and you can feel it through your soft sweatpants. Ironically, a pair he’d bought you a few weeks before when you were having a particularly rough night.

He’d spent countless nights holding your hair back for you as you threw up from the withdrawals. Shaky and sweaty, sobbing your heart out. You thought you couldn’t look worse to him.

Now here he is, about to fuck you raw on a metal cot in your room.

He nudges the striped sweatpants down your legs, feeling how soft they are on his skin. He gets his jacket and shirt off, not even bothering with his jeans. Once the both of you are unclothed just enough to get his cock inside you, he’s notching his tip at your entrance and sinking into you. You gasp and he cuts it off with a kiss. Drawing back and thrusting fast back inside. You’re wet and he slides easy, feeling how warm and soft you feel around him. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he hisses.

Words you NEVER expected to hear out of your Captains mouth.

Who would have thought you’d love them so much, anyways?

Your legs shiver from his rough pace. He’s relentless with his thrusts. Holding your thighs up and thrusting deeper. Keeping your eyes locked to his when he’s not kissing you. He forces you to focus on him as he fucks you deep.

“I think I get it now.” He draws back, raising himself up onto his knees, still thrusting but not as hard. “W-what?”

You tilt your head back and close your eyes. Waiting for an answer. You gasp when he presses the vibrator against your clit. Slowing his thrusts and fucking you deep as he holds it there. You look down for a second, seeing his hands on you. It hits you like a freight train what’s happening. Your eyes snap straight to his in a heated stare and chills run down his spine. The way you look at him always has him on edge. You had a harsh look about you sometimes.

“S’not supposed to be competition.” He smirks. You can’t help but laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckles. He lays over you once more to kiss you. Pushing your legs up further into you and sliding deeper. He keeps the vibrator pressed into you. “Can you stay quiet?” He asks. “Yes sir-“ you shiver slightly at his tone of voice.

“Good. Deep breath now, you’re going to need it.”

He clamps his hand around your throat, taking your oxygen away as he hammers his hips into yours. You clutch your eyes shut, trying to swallow but you can’t. You feel the pins and needles in your face from your lack of oxygen but the intensity from the pleasure you feel takes over. You can barely hear him.

“Cum for me. Go on sweetheart.”

You grit your teeth. Your whole body feels numb except for that one spot.

You try to cry out but can’t, reaching your peak in silence as black pin pricks fill your vision. You shake and twitch, walls throbbing hard around him. You try to draw away from the vibrator but he draws it back. He finally lets go of your throat and you gasp in air just as he finishes with a groan. Clenching his eyes shut. You take a few seconds to breath, brain no longer foggy as you look at him.

It’s the best sex you’ve ever had by far.

Your chest moves up and down as you breathe hard. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

He draws back, standing up. The reality of what he’s just done hits him hard. The two of you had just had sex. On base. And he’s your captain and you’re a sergeant on his task force.

He can’t help but smile.

“You alright?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Mhm.” You look up at him, cheeks on fire. “Not how I saw my night going at all but I’m fine.” You laugh softly. “Yeah.. me neither. It’s your fault really, you’re a temptress.” He barely finishes his sentence before you’re slapping his shoulder. He can’t help but laugh. “Hey- I got you something, actually.” He mumbles. “What?”

“I’ll be right back.” He stands up, getting redressed quickly and exiting through your door. You take the time to get redressed and cleaned up. Fixing your messed up hair and sitting down. You pick the magazine up once more, reading through it. He’s gone for a few minutes before reappearing. He sits on your bed in front of you, holding out a little black box. “What’s this for?”

“I saw something like it and thought of you.”

You look confused as you open it, drawing out the little gold necklace. It’s an old dried clover pressed between two tiny thin pieces of glass, turned into a keychain. A keepsake pendant.

“But I don’t think I understand.” You look confused. He smiles. He looks at his watch, reading that it’s past midnight. “Well, I meant to give it to you tomorrow but since it’s midnight.” He laughs. “Today technically marks three years since I recruited you for my task force. The day we officially met each other and you joined the base. You beat me to the base and didn’t have much to do that day so you spent it outside. We were on our way back from a mission. You found a four leaf clover in the grass and when I arrived I saw you waiting outside. I introduced myself and you said “hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” And passed me the clover and said “it’s a good luck charm. With me here, you’re gonna need it.” He smiles. You smile down at it. “You.. kept it?”

“Of course I kept it.” He laughs. “I figured you’d have just thrown it away. That’s.. that’s really sweet John.”

The use of his first name takes him off guard.

“Yeah well. You’re a really sweet girl who deserves better than this but I’m not too thoughtful.”

“That’s such a lie. This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten.” You look up at him. He laughs.

“I uh.. hope this won’t be the last encounter like this with you.”

“Hm?”

“I’d like to take you out on a date. A real date. If you’re okay with it. I know I’m a lot older than you.”

“I would love that, Captain.” You smile. “Thanks for being here for me these last few weeks.”

“I would never leave you hanging. I hope you know that.” He grasps your hand, taking it into his. “You’re doing really good and I’m proud of you. And I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you.”

“Thank you.”

“What are you going to put it on?” He asks. You think for a second.

“I’m thinking my vest.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

[miniwheat77]

I've never had a pap but I'm a virgin so I was always told it was more a thing you should do when your sexually active but should I still go get one?

Hi! I imagine paps do hurt to a Virgin but doctors recommend getting them at 21 regardless and when you do become sexually active yes 🙂

[miniwheat77]

Got a PAP today. Can officially say as a 23 y/o straight woman, I’ve had more women in my downstairs area than men lmao

When was your last PAP or Wellness Exam btw? Go make your appointment and stay healthy. Love you guys ❤️

[miniwheat77]

I just saw this today 😭😍

PEDRO PASCAL Someday, by Spike Jonze | AirPods 4 with Active Noise Cancellation

[miniwheat77]

Pls do part 2 of ghost x reader rival- like the after math and everyone's super sus- ITS OKAY IF YOU DINT WANT TO I JUST REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING

Stay tuned😌