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One Night Stand: Part 8

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

Warnings: Preterm babies? mentions of medical things.

Word Count: 2k

New to the series? Catch up here: 7

Getting into the wheelchair was the most humbling thing you had ever done in your life. You had really taken for granted how easy walking around when you were pregnant was. Now as the nurse and Simon held onto your arms and helped you into the wheelchair as you gasped in pain, your entire body shook with the effort. As they carefully lowered you into the wheelchair, you caught a glance of Simon's face. His face was slightly pale, his eyes worried as he watched you. 

He looked like he was the one who could pass out at any moment, not you. “There we go, you alright?” the bubbly red headed nurse asks. She straightens up after she puts the foot rests down, her badge clip clinking together. Kelsey, her name was Kelsey.

“Yeah, i didn't expect it to feel like that…” You mumble, and she gives you a soft smile.

“Kinda like your organs are just gonna fall right out of you?” She smiles, and you can't help but laugh. 

“Yeah, pretty much. It wasn't painful, just really uncomfortable… But I'm okay.” 

“You sure?” Simon's voice is rough, his brow still pinched as he listens to the conversation between you and Kelsey.

“I’m fine Si, I promise.”

He doesn't reply, he just gives you another once over before stepping out of the way so Kelsey can wheel you out of the room. The hallways were long and white, a few vitals carts hanging around. Nurses passed every few moments as they went about their days. A few pressed themselves against the wall as Simon walked by. His large form takes up most of the hallway. He was the poster of intimidating, all muscle and an impassive face to match. 

As we reach the end of the hall our nurse Kelsey waves her badge in front of a sensor that controls the large windowless doors in front of us. As the door slowly open the soft hum of white noise and beeping monitors fill your ears. 

“This is the NICU, its where we keep my personal favorite patients,” kelsey smiles as she pushes me through the doors. There's a typical nurses station in front of us, but instead of the regular hospital rooms that you see in the rest of the building. There are two long walls with large glass windows that allow you to look into two rooms with 3 rows of incubators. Each room housed 9 of them, not all of them were full. Some were just waiting to be occupied. A few sets of parents stand around them, wearing pink overgowns, as they reach their hands into the incubators to touch their babies. 

Kelsey disappears for a moment and comes back wearing her own overgown and hands one to simon. “You have to wear these, its to prevent germs from your clothes getting on the babies. It just helps us keep them safe. We also need you to use hand sanitizer before you enter and when you're done. It's important we do everything to keep them safe.” she explains as she helps you put yours on. You look over your shoulder as Simon attempts to put on the overgown, its stretched tightly over his arms and chest. His larger than average form filling up most of the pink overgown. A small snicker leaves your lips as you take him in with the pink gown. He’s usually dressed in all black or dark colors. To see him wearing something so bright was actually funny to you. 

You never thought you’d see the day Simon Riley wore pink, but here he was, stuffed into a too small overgown, small frown on his lips. You can’t help the small smile that plays on your lips despite the nerves you were feeling growing inside you. What if you couldnt handle seeing your baby like that? Would they look okay? Would they even look like a baby?

You had no idea what to expect, your stomach was turning as Kelsey gave you some hand sanitizer. After you and Simon rubbed it in, she wheeled you into the room, it was warmer in here than in the hallway. The constant hum of the machinery louder, as she pushed you towards the last incubator on the left. It was a large plastic box, with 4 little circle windows, a soft yellow glow emitting from a light on top. As you get closer you can see some of the stuff inside A soft pink blanket, and the smallest baby you have ever seen. They wore a hat so small you weren't sure if it was even possible for them to call it a baby's hat. It seemed more fit for a doll. 

Your daughter laid in the center of the incubator, an array of tubes and wires connected to her too small body. Her eyes were covered with gauze, and she had a mask over her nose, and a thin white tube coming from her mouth. She was mostly still, the only occasional movement was her arms or legs moving in a sort of jerking movement. Her diapers were too big for her, even in the Nano- Preemie size they had on her. 

“Shes… shes so small..” you whisper, your hand coming to rest against the warm plastic of the incubator. 

“She is, but she's been doing really well. She’s been stable since we put her on the oxygen and she hasn't shown any signs of distress since. I think she's got a real chance.” Kelsey smiles as she looks between you and Simon. 

“If you want you can reach in through the little windows, just try not jostle any of the wires,” she smiles, as she walks over to another family standing around an incubator. 

Simon stands behind the wheelchair, his hands coming to rest on your shoulder. He's quiet for a few moments, the warmth of his large hands seeping into the fabric of the hospital gown. You shove down the emotions that are bubbling up inside of you, taking a deep breath you lean forward in the wheelchair. A dull ache pulling at your lower stomach as you carefully move yourself towards the edge. Your hand shakes a little as you reach your hand up and through the small open window. You hesitate, your hand hovering over your daughter's tiny frame. The only place where she didn't have monitors and iv’s was her small hand. It was no bigger than your thumb nail. Barely big enough for the tip of your finger to fit in, taking a deep breath you gently touch her tiny hand with the tip of your finger. 

Reflexively she grabs onto your fingertip, her tiny fingers gripping the tip of your finger. Emotion clogs your throat, but it's not you who makes a sound, instead it's Simon. It was quiet, and if you hadn't become accustomed to him over the past few months you never would’ve mistaken his sharp intake as annoyance. But you knew better, it was him trying to keep himself together. You glance over your shoulder and notice his brown eyes are glassy. A single tear falling down his cheek and dripping onto the pink overgown. 

“Simon…” you whisper, reaching your other hand up to rest on his hand that is still firmly in place on your shoulder. 

“Sorry..” he mumbles, wiping his hand across his eyes, before he clears his throat. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” You smile softly at him, “Come over here.” 

Simon hesitates, but moves a little closer, coming to stand on the side of the wheelchair, you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves. His entire body was stiff, every movement seemed almost painfully slow. 

You pull your hand out of the incubator and grab Simon's much larger hand, “It's okay, you won't hurt her.”

Simon's brown eyes searched your face, looking for any signs that it was a bad idea, he was so much larger than her, even you. His hands weren't the gentlest, and they had done terrible things for many years. How could he possibly touch something so small, something so innocent. His heart hammered wildly in his chest as you gently guided his hand into the incubator. As his index finger touched her small hand she grabbed it just like she had yours. 

“See? You didn't hurt her,” you smile, leaning your head against his upper arm. You hated to admit it but even this small venture had you drained. The events of the past 24 hours are catching up to you fast. Your body was starting to hurt, and sitting was uncomfortable but you didn't want to leave.

How could you?

The image of Simon standing in front of the incubator was something you wanted burnt into your brain for the rest of your life. His hand, which was larger than your daughter's entire body, hovering over her as her hand gripped his finger. After a few moments, Simon pulled his hand out and looked down at you. His brow slightly furrowed as he took in your expression. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, his fingers catching the side of your chin and tipping it up so he could see your face better. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you force a small smile, but Simon sees right through you. 

“Don’t lie to me, you just had major surgery,” he grunts softly, his hand sliding to rest against your cheek. You instinctively lean into him, his palm warm and comforting. 

“I’m just tired, and a little sore, but I don't want to leave her…” You whisper, your eyes falling shut. You were more than just a little sore, whatever pain meds they had given you were definitely wearing off. You could feel the incision now, it was a dull constant ache. But the headache that was starting to form behind your eyes was worse. It was like someone was taking an ice pick to the space behind your eyes. 

“You need rest,” Simon frowns, his brown eyes trailing across your face, “we’ll come back later okay?” 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and give a small nod. As much as you didn't want to leave you knew it was best that you got some rest. You weren't any good to anyone if you didn't heal. But it didn't stop the nagging feeling in your chest when Simon carefully pushed the wheelchair out of the room. 

Once you're in the hallway Simon helps you take the overgown off, he throws the light pink objects in the trash and turns back to you.

“Ready?” He asks, “You can go take a nap and we can come back okay?”

Would they let you?

Did they have visiting hours here?

God why hadn't you researched the hospitals sooner?

What if something happened while you were resting?

What if she stopped breathing?

What if she died....

She was so small, so fragile, so breakable. 

And it was all your fault. You couldn't do the one thing you were supposed to. You were supposed to keep her safe until she was strong enough. Your body was supposed to nourish her and carry her until she was bigger. She was too little. Who would protect her now that you, the person who's supposed to, couldn't.

“Hey,” Simon's thumb sweeps under your eye, “why are you crying?”

“It’s my fault…” You sob, tears falling rapidly now. “This is all my fault.”

“Love..” Simon whispers, now kneeling on the floor in front of the wheelchair. One hand resting on your knee the other on your cheek as he wipes away the flood of tears. 

“None of this was your fault,” he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to his. “None of it okay? You didn't do anything to cause this. It wasn't something we could have stopped okay? No one is blaming you, and I know that she won't either. Whatever happens, we’ll get through this okay? We’ll get through it together.”

“Okay…” You managed to breathe out but the tears didn't stop, and neither did the guilt eating a hole in your chest.

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Brothers Best Friend: Keegan P Russ X Reader

Pairings: Keegan P Russ X Reader.

Warnings: Best friends brother, swearing, Fade to black, Age Gap

AN: Here is it, a little one shot of Keegan Russ. I will admit im not a fan of the world setting for Ghosts, so a lot of his fics will probably be set in modern day. But heres my first try at writing Keegan.

The house was mostly quiet, save for the wind blowing harshly against the windows. The glass rattled as you sat perched up on the kitchen island. Your half brother, Brandon, was 11 years older than you. He was a Marine, and spent a lot of time away from home. Oftentimes you were alone, having the house to yourself. You pulled the top off the cookies and cream ice cream container, and dug in with the spoon. The cold creamy treat coating your tongue, as you close your eyes savoring the flavors.

“Ice cream? It's midnight,” a deep voice rumbled, startling you from your sugary dessert. 

“Fucking hell, you scared me Keegan,” You grumble as you put the spoon back into the container. “And yes, it's the perfect midnight snack.” 

Keegan steps out of the doorway that leads to the basement, the light from above the stove illuminating him as. His black hair was messy and unkempt, but in a way that looked intentional. His icy blue eyes trailing over the container of ice cream in your hand. 4

“Care to share?” He asks, stepping closer to you, coming to stand between your spread thighs. His large hand grabbing the spoon from your fingers. He lifts the silver spoon to his lips, his pink tongue darting out to taste the sugary snack.

“I guess I have no choice,” you roll your eyes, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

Keegan was your brother's best friend, he served alongside him in the Marines. Currently Keegan was between deployments and your brother had offered him a place to stay, insisting that it was pointless for Keegan to find an apartment to rent when he was shipping out in a few months. 

“Brandon is asleep, he fell asleep like 10 minutes into the movie,” he sighs as he sticks the spoon back into the container.

“He’s lame like that, he used to insist on doing movie nights with me when I first moved in and within the first 10 minutes he would be snoring,”You roll your eyes, setting the container of ice cream down on the counter next to you.

Keegan doesn't move from his spot in front of you, his hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs. Even sitting on the counter, he was still taller than you, your eyes level with his chin. His blue eyes roaming over your face as he looked down at you. A small devilish smirk on your lips as you looked up at him. 

“Y/n…” Keegan warns.

“Keegan…” You whisper, as he leans down his face inches from yours.

“We shouldn't…” He whispers his breath fanning across your face as you tip your chin up slightly. 

“I’ve heard that before,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his own.

“Last time was a mistake…. It shouldn’t have happened,” His voice strained, but he leaned in a little, each word causing his lips to brush over yours. 

“How could something so good be wrong?” You question, as your lips finally touch his. His lips are soft against yours and for a moment you're afraid he won't kiss you back. Maybe he really regretted the last time. But after a second his resolve seems to crumble as his hands grab your waist and he hauls you to the edge of the counter.

Your hands slide up his chest, your fingers fisting the front of his shirt as he groans softly. His tongue sweeping out to glide along your bottom lip, you grant him access. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue tangling with his. A soft moan slipping past your lips as his hands slide from your waist to tap your thighs. You wrap your legs around his hips as he slides his hands back up your thighs and under your ass. He lifts you off the counter, and supports you with his hands, as he kisses you roughly. 

“Shh sweet girl, you don't want your brother to hear you,” Keegan whispers against your lips as he walks up the stairs with you in his arms. He tosses you onto  your bed and crawls over you, his arms caging you in.

“You better be quiet, the last thing i want is for your brother to find me fucking his little sisters stupid. Can you stay quiet for me, Baby?” Keegan whispers in your ear as he nips at the shell of your ear. 

You manage a small nod but that doesnt satisfy Keegan, and he nips harshly at your neck. “Words pretty, I need your words,” He mumbles against your skin.

“Yes, fuck,” you gasp as his tongue licks a long stripe down your neck to the collar of your shirt. 

“Good girl.” 

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One Night Stand Part 7

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: Medical drama, Fluff,

A/N: Hi loves, sorry for taking so long, i just moved into a new house and its been a lot. And honestly my mental health is trash. This part was also really hard to write for me because I had this happen to me. And i didnt realize how triggering it would be to write about it but the best way to get through the trauma is to write about it, right? maybe? no? well, anyways sorry if it sucks. i'll do better next time.

Word count: 1833...

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 6,

Your head pounded as you laid across the soft couch, each throb timed perfectly with the beating of your heart. There was no cuteness in pregnancy, not in your eyes at least. The glow that most women talked about was nothing more than a sheen of sweat that collected on your brow from your every move. There was a tiny human playing soccer with your organs, your ribcage the goal. They kicked wildly at the space below your ribs, the feeling enough to make you want to throw up. 

The past few days had been rough, you had a headache from hell and you just felt drained. Simon was concerned but you had chalked it up to the lingering cold you had going on. But now as you lay on the couch your stomach rolling with each passing moment you aren't so sure. Simon was on base today, having to complete some paperwork. He had woken you this morning, his lips peppering your face with soft kisses. 

He had tried to stay home but you had insisted he go, that you would be fine you would call if you needed him. Since he had left a few hours ago he had called you a few times, and you had reassured him each time that you were okay, you were just going to rest on the couch until he got home. You weren’t sure how long had passed since Simon had last called, but you had started to gradually feel worse. You push yourself up onto your elbows, and the world begins to spin around you. A wave of dizziness, crashing into you, as you blindly reach for your phone. 

You swallow trying to will yourself not to throw up. It takes you a few moments to find Simon's name in the phone, and putting it on speaker. It rings longer than normal but right before it goes to voicemail his panicked voice answers. “Hello? Y/n? What's wrong?”

“Simon… I… I don't feel good,” your voice shakes as you struggle to keep the phone in your hand. 

“Bloody hell, It’s alright Love, stay on the phone with me, i’m on my way,” there’s shuffling and the sound of boots hitting the floor in the background. “You’ll be okay, what's going on?”

“I have a headache… I'm nauseous, and I just don't feel good at all, I think something is really wrong,” you mumble, swaying slightly as you sit on the couch. 

“Okay, Love, do you have any swelling in your hands or feet?” The sound of Simon's truck revving filters through the phone. 

“Yeah a little,” You lean forward to the best of your ability and press on the top of your foot watching as your finger makes a light indent in the skin.

“Fuck..” Simon curses under his breath, “Love, go put your coat on, I’ll be there in a moment. Okay? We’re gonna go to the hospital.” 

“Simon?” you whisper, your voice shaking as you push yourself to stand, bracing yourself on the couch.

“Yeah love?”

“I’m scared…” you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. 

“I know, I'm pulling up now okay, I'm gonna hang up okay? I just parked the truck, I'm coming to get you.” Simon's voice cuts off as the line goes dead. You shuffle over to the coat rack and start to pull on your coat. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you hold the coat closed around your stomach. A sharp pain under your ribs causing you to gasp, and brace your hands on the kitchen counter. 

The sound of heavy boots stops outside the door as Simon pushes into the apartment. He’s still wearing all his gear, his tight black t-shirt, his cargo pants and skull mask on. His brown eyes are full of concern as he walks towards you, his large hands resting on your hips. 

“C’mon Love lets get you checked out,” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. Simon’s arms carefully pull you into him, resting your back against his chest as he guides you from the apartment and down to the car. Your mind feels cloudy and far away as Simon secures you into the truck. His hands brushing along your stomach as he fastens your seatbelt. You close your eyes focusing on the revving of the engine as Simon weaves the large black truck in and out of traffic. It was only moments later that it came to a screeching halt outside the A&E doors. He barely had the truck in park before he was jumping out and scooping you up in his arms. He cradles you against his chest as he bursts through the sliding glass doors.

“I need some help!” his voice is loud against your ear. The vibrations of it through his chest causing you to groan in pain. Each movement felt like it was sucking the soul out of you. Every breath hurt and you just wanted to sleep, but soon there were nurses and doctors swarming you. Each of them throws questions towards you, only to have Simon reply for you. 

“How far along is she?” a doctor asks as she shines a bright light in your eyes. 

“28 Weeks,” Simon's voice is laced with panic.

“Okay, let's get her up to Labor and Delivery people let's go! Someone call the NICU unit!” the on-call emergency room doctor calls out. It was like a swarm of bees, suddenly everyone was doing something. Someone was poking your arm with an IV while another was taking your blood pressure. You weren't sure whose hands belonged to who or what was going on. But after a few moments there was too much going on for your brain to process, and you passed out.

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The beeping of the monitors was oddly familiar to you, like when you woke up after being caught in the stairwell after the apartment building you were living in caught fire. But this time there was an icy chill that ran down your spine when you heard it. The memories of what happened come flooding back.

Calling Simon, him rushing home, being rushed to A&E, the doctors concerned voice. The overwhelming sense of panic, and then nothing. You slowly pry our eyes open, fighting against the heaviness. The first thing you see is Simon's blonde hair, the wild strands sticking up at odd angles as it rests against the light blue hospital blanket. Your hand is trapped under his head. His cheek pressed firmly into the back of it. You wiggle your fingers slightly and he stirs. His head lifting, brown eyes blinking slowly as he came around. 

“Y/N?” He asks softly, his eyes meeting yours.

“Hi,” you croak softly, your throat dry and a little sore. 

“Oh god, baby, you scared me so much,” Simon whispers, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. He was still wearing his gear, minus his mask and vest, his black shirt slightly wrinkled. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your right hand moving reflexively to rest on your stomach. You pause, eyes widening as the once firm bump is now squishy and numb. The world seems to stop spinning, time slowing. Your heart wants to stop beating in your chest but it won't listen. 

 “N-No.” Your voice cracks, eyes welling with tears and a look of confusion crosses Simon's face before he looks at your right hand. 

“Oh! No, love, shhh stop it’s okay. The baby is okay.” He rushes out, grabbing your left hand in his. His face is full of concern, his brow furrowed as he watches you slightly relax. After a moment you let out a shaky breath.

“What happened?” You whisper, looking up at him, his hand still clutched tightly around yours.

“You had PreEclampsia, but a severe case of it called HELLP syndrome. I’m not entirely sure what it means but they said the only way to save your life was to deliver the baby. So they performed an emergency C-Section and had to give you a blood transfusion. The baby is okay, they’re in the NICU. I haven't been able to see them yet, but a nurse came about an hour ago and said that they were fighting like crazy and we should be able to see them soon.” He explains, his brown eyes welling with tears. 

His voice is rough and strained, “I thought I was gonna lose you both.”

Hot tears well in your eyes as he admits his fear. A man as big and strong as Simon looked so small at that moment. He looked like a lost child who couldn't find home. The brave soldier who willingly ran into warzones and fought people with his bare hands had never looked so helpless. It was in this rare moment that you got to see the person behind the hardened soldier. The man who truly thought he was going to lose the person he cared about, and his child. Your heart ached for him, you wished you could take the worry and pain he had felt away but you couldn't. 

Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks, he must've been so scared, felt so hopeless. He was usually able to control some aspect of the situations he was in. He could fight his way out of the worst scenarios, he could plan an escape, and he was always prepared for things if they went south. But he wasn't able to fix you, he had been completely helpless as Doctors worked to save not only your life but that of his unborn child. 

“Oh baby, don't cry,” Simon's thumb strokes the skin under your cheek as he wipes away your tears. 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whisper, voice tight.

“It's not your fault, i’m just glad you're both okay.” He whispers, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your cheek.

“Tell me about the baby,” you blink away the rest of the tears, taking a steadying breath.

“It’s a girl, she weighs 1lb 2oz, and she's so small i don't even think she’d fill my entire palm. They aren't sure entirely what her future looks like, but the nurse that came in to check on you said she was a fighter, and she felt really good about her outcome.” He smiles, his brown eyes filled with pride as he talks about his daughter.

A daughter.

You had a daughter now.

The thought alone was crazy to you, you had been so sure the entire time it was a boy. You had a gut feeling but you were wrong, and you weren’t unhappy about it. You didn't care either way, the only thing you cared about was that they were okay.  That they would pull through everything and you would get to bring them home eventually. 

There's a soft knock on the door and a nurse with red hair pokes her head in. 

“Hi, do you two wanna go meet your daughter?”

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Lately all the music I used to listen to in High School has been on repeat. And god damn they got my in my feels. Probably gonna post a fic about one of them.

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Listen loves, I’ve barely played COD MW2 , let alone ANY of the others. Why didn’t y’all inform me of Keegan Russ from COD Ghosts??!!?

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Coming home to you: Part 3

A/N:This is a short one, im sorry it's taken so long to get out, but ive been struggling a lot. I'm trying to get back into writing, so just hang in there.

Pairing: John Price X Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1. Part 2

Your mouth clashes with John’s as he pushes you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips as he presses into you. “Fuck…” he groans against your mouth. His chest heaving, as he nips at your bottom lip.

“John….” You moan softly, your hand tangling in his hair as his hands knead at the flesh of your ass. 

“Missed you,” he hums, as he trails a line of kisses down your jaw to your neck. His lips are warm against your overly sensitive skin. You missed him too, missed the way his rough hands felt along your skin. The way he smelt of cigars, and his favorite cologne, woodsy and spicy.

John groans, his hands holding you up as he walks you through the house, his boots thumping on the old hardwood floors. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you up the stairs towards your bedroom. A small shriek leaving your lips as he tosses you onto your bed. His blue eyes meeting yours, a primal hunger in them. 

“What are you waiting for?” You tease, your fingers finger the hem of your shirt as he kneels on the bed. His fingers twitch at his sides as you slowly slide the fabric up, and pull it off. Revealing your lacy bra, your chest heaving as his fingers find his belt. The soft tinkling of metal as he undoes it. 

“You vixen,” John growls, his large calloused hands grabbing yours as he leans over you. Pinning you against the soft mattress. Heat flushes on your cheeks and it takes a moment for you to realize he’s using his belt to secure you to the metal bed frame . The leather biting against your wrists as you tug on them slightly. John’s hand trails down your arms that are stretched over your head, goosebumps erupting over your skin. The warmth of his hands on your body sending shivers of pleasure through you. 

“John…” you moan, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he leans down, his facial hair tickling the side of your neck as he kisses it softly. His teeth were nipping softly at the exposed skin there. Every coherent thought leaves your mind as he trails his tongue down your neck and glides it over your exposed collar bone. 

“You make the prettiest sounds,” his voice is gruff with lust as his hands grip the soft flesh of your hips. 

“Please…” you whine, lifting your hips off the bed as best you can despite his hands keeping you mostly in place. 

“Use your words pretty girl, what do you need?” John murmurs against your skin, as he trails down your bare stomach to the waistband of your jeans.

“I want you… I need you… It’s been too long..” You whimper as he moves his hands to the button of your jeans and pops it open. 

“You’re a needy little thing aren't you?” He smiles at you, pulling your jeans and panties down your legs in one swift movement. His fingers tickle the soft flesh of your thighs as he gently nudges them open. 

“You were gone.. For a while… It's only understandable that I missed you..” You breathe, pulling against the belt securing your wrists. 

A small smile crosses John's lips as he leans down pressing his lips to yours. The kiss quickly becomes all tongue and clashing teeth as John’s mouth consumes yours. It seems like only moments pass before he reaches up, unclasping the belt around your wrists and lets your arms free. 

Your hands drive into his hair, tugging on the soft strands. His own hands gliding down your body to the apex of your thighs. He slips a finger between your folds, a desperate moan slipping through your lips as he traces slow circles on your clit. Heat floods your body as he continues the agonizingly slow circles. With a sharp tug you pull back from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva trailing from your lips to his. 

“Fuck baby, please don't make me wait anymore. I need you. I need you so bad,” you whine as you grind yourself against his hand. 

John looks down at you, sitting back on his heels as he slowly strokes his cock with his hand. His fingers wrapped around his thick length, a bead of precum leaking from the red tip. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth as you watch, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you take in the sight of him. All hard muscle and a smattering of scars from years of service work. He was breathtakingly handsome, and it made your heart swell knowing that this man who seemed to be handcrafted by Greek gods was yours.

You push yourself into a sitting position and reach forward grabbing him by the shoulder as you pull him back down. His arms caging you against the bed as you lay back on the plush pillows. Your lips meet again in a messy kiss, as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. Your legs wrap around his lower back as his cock nudges your entrance, as your tongues battle for dominance. John quickly overpowers you, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip pulling a sharp gasp from you as he slides into you. Your gasp is cut off by a loud moan as he fills you, the stretch of his cock causing a shudder to wrack through you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, so tight for me,” John grunts as he slowly rocks his hips into you.

With each thrust the burning desire in your stomach tightens, your hands clawing at his back. “Faster please,” you whimper against his neck as he leans down. His hot breath fanning over your overheated skin. 

John gives a grunt of acknowledgement as he picks up his pace, his hips slamming into yours as he places a hand around the base of your throat. Much like he did when he kissed you this morning. But this time he squeezes firmly, not enough to fully cut off your air but enough to restrict it some. Pleasure buzzes in your brain, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” He breathes, his hips faltering as you tighten around him. His grip around your neck loosens as you suck in a breath, oxygen flooding your lungs. 

“Fuck im close,” you moan, and once again he picks up his pace. The lewd sound of skin on skin fills the room, and the coil inside you snaps. Your walls flutter around Price, coaxing his own release. After a few more thrusts John rolls off of you, slipping out of you. His breathing is heavy as he wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you against his chest. His face pressing into the base of your skull.

“I missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“I missed you too,” you turn over in his arms, coming face to face with your husband. 

John's blue eyes meet yours, and a small smile plays on his lips as he studies you.

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him, your eyes trailing over his face. His arms tighten around your waist pulling you against him more. 

“Just wondering how I got so lucky..” he breathes.

“You? The lucky one? You’ve got it all wrong. I’m the lucky one.”

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I am saying this in the nicest way possible.

IF YOU HAVE AN OC X CHARACTER DONT USE X READER OR X Y/N TAGS

Don’t say it’s cause you want to reach out more cause WE DO BLOCK THOSE WHO DO THIS

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Part 7 of One Night Stand is not going the way i want it. Im struggling to get the words out, I dont know if i like the way its going. RIP.

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Start a fic with a very simple premise. Promise yourself: "This will be a short one." Write. Realize you haven't planned enough, and the fic is growing much longer than anticipated. Panic (optional but recommended) Keep writing, sobbing because why is this so long? Finish the fic (!!) Celebrate (mandatory). Start a fic with a very simple premise.. Promise yourself: "This will be a short one." Write. Realize that something feels familiar. Panic.

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Lowkey all I want is the moon phases badge 🥺

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Hi,

I’m so sorry for disappearing. My life has been hell the last few weeks so I haven’t been writing, I’m gonna try to write today. But no promises.

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I’m working on part 7 of one night stand but we kept losing power so it’s been slow going. Hang in there for me, hopefully it’ll be out tomorrow.

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I’m gonna be working on the next parts in Coming home to you, and One night stand tomorrow. We just got power back! So I’m able to write again 💕

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Will you add me to your taglist for your Captain Price fic? It’s so good, I want to tell everyone I know to read it.

Of course! Thank you for your kind words 💕

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Okay, so I need to get something off my chest.

The whole Simon Comfort blurb or whatever you wanna call it that has 10,000 notes. It was literally written within 5 minutes. I wrote it out on my phone, while laying on my bed while my toddler napped before I took a nap too.

I never expected it to blow up. I wrote it because that’s something I’ve experienced before. I’ve been on the ground sobbing for hours while my Husband held me in his arms for so long they were sore.

I never thought that just by simply writing in Simon’s point of view, and adding a little bit of his personality, IE: the lame joke and the wanting to murder everyone it would literally blow up.

But if you’re coming here to find more of that. I’m sorry but you might not find it. I don’t know what I wrote there that’s so different than my other work, but apparently it is. So yeah that was probably a 1 time thing. I’m sorry to disappoint anyone who wants more of something like that.